91 – Dongmin Lee (26)
Dongmin Lee (26)
Come to think of it, I didn’t know much about Haerin.
What she does after her meal.
I spent my time typing more than the prescribed amount if I had time.
What was Harin doing at that time?
I was passing the turning point.
I don’t know, but I had a hunch.
It was a question I had never thought about before.
I could feel the stickiness on my skin.
Apart from worrying about her sister and 『Journal』, Life at Haerin’s house is definitely comfortable.
Even so, it wasn’t all that comfortable.
‘The original is to be erased from the world.’
I got my hand off the typewriter.
As I remembered Haerin’s words, I was lost in her thoughts.
‘I don’t understand the meaning.’
She put forward a hypothesis.
Will the original text of 『Journal』, That is, the text that can be said to be the first edition, affect the perception of the world?
Haerin said that she would erase those who knew the contents of the original, or the original itself from the world.
I thought so at the time.
This may be more serious than you think.
If it is true that 『Journal』 Has some kind of relationship with reality, the fewer people know about it, the better.
The reporters may flock to it.
‘A strange prophetic novel!’
A franchise like that might stick.
It’s word of mouth, and once it starts to burn, it gets out of hand, and then it will be too late to suppress it.
Then, the existence of Haerin will also be talked about, and if so, people will feel uneasy about her existence, just like the detectives did.
Then Haerin said she couldn’t stay still.
Events, like well-aligned cogs, seemed to drive us in a certain direction.
What if the villains found out about their existence?
Would Ban Lee-jae and Park Sang-woo leave Kang Hae-rin alone if they knew that he was a character in a novel?
How complicated can things get?
I felt a headache.
I got up from my chair and walked slowly.
“………”
I slowly chewed the novels in 『Journal』.
‘Why?’
The mouth doesn’t fit.
I am a writer.
I can’t remember even though I should be in control of the contents and plot of 『Journal』 More than anyone else.
It is not simple oblivion.
Distortion.
Distortion was occurring in the worst form, not even recognizing the fact that he had forgotten.
[… Park Sang-soo’s strong hands grabbed Kim Eun-hye’s hair. Because of her strong grasping power, and because of the pain, Kim Eun-hye only clung to his forearm, but rather she couldn’t even groan a little.]
[… Nam Hee-chan looked at the scene with trembling lips. Her blood flowed from the back of Kim Eun-hye’s head. Her eyelids quivered. ]
[… Nam Hee-chan tried to scream, but she didn’t. When she was in school, she wasn’t a match for anyone, but this big guy is a monster. His physique, strength, and will to kill were all overwhelming monsters.]
I skimmed the contents of 『Journal』 On my phone.
Kim Eun-hye, no, Kim Hye-eun.
A scene where Park Sang-soo, no, Park Sang-woo gets beaten.
I didn’t write this.
I don’t remember writing it.
I never changed Kim Hye-eun’s name to Kim Eun-hye, nor did I ever think of Park Sang-woo’s girlfriend as her real person, Kim Hye-eun.
… I don’t think there was.
I bit my lip sullenly.
‘Really?’
But for some reason, reading the novel made me doubt whether I really did.
It may be because it was so long ago.
As for the details, even the writer can’t remember them in detail.
[… “It’s the police-!” At that time, a man with a similar physique to Park Sang-soo came in and pushed him with his shoulder.]
The next scene is a scene where a categorical detective, no, ‘Detective Beom Joo-hyeok’ intervenes appropriately to save them.
After a little fight, Bum Sang-hyeok is crushed to death by Park Sang-soo’s tremendous power.
Detective Park Seong-jae is about to come in.
He was following Park Sang-soo according to Bum-hyeok’s words, so he was able to intrude properly.
It shows reality almost as it is.
This is not 90%.
But there’s no way I would have written this.
I felt strange.
Really, did I really not write it?
Is the novel changing?
It gradually went in a direction that I couldn’t handle.
I even had a delusion that it might be better to say that my mental illness had flared up, and that I had originally prophesied all of this ‘intuitively’.
… But I’m not crazy.
At least not yet.
I came out into the living room.
As usual, the wine-red laptop was placed on a narrow bedside table next to the door.
I looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor.
Haerin was in the studio.
I haven’t heard a sound of footsteps for several hours already.
I was tempted to check the laptop again, but it probably wasn’t updated anyway.
At least it’s after midnight before we know.
I saw a shared schedule.
Me and Haerin’s schedule was written on it.
In Haerin’s schedule, ‘disposition of illegal sharing sites’ and ‘distribution of viruses to textbon users’ were written.
It’s almost all day according to the schedule.
From noble mtl dot com
It is a long history of illegal activities that has not been settled even in management and leading web novel platforms.
Can it be finished in just one day?
For some reason, I thought it would be possible with Harin.
I suddenly became curious about that site.
I’ve never thought about it, but I needed an ‘original’ to calm the confusion in my head.
There is no distortion of the original.
The contents of the illegal sharing site and the text are ‘original’ without any modification, according to Haerin’s hypothesis.
With that, my head would be clear.
I went back to the studio.
There was a single bedroom in one corner where he could rest comfortably at any time, but the idea just came to him seemed to relieve his tiredness.
“…But where can I find it?”
For subjects who are active web novel writers, using an illegal site is a conscience-stricken thing, and I only recently found out that such a place exists.
Of course, I didn’t know how to enter.
“…Recruiting through telegram or something?”
Anyway, that seemed to be the most likely.
It’s illegal, and the officials try to catch it with lights on, but there’s no way they’ll open the door to people who haven’t done any verification.
There might be a secret ticket or something.
I’ve heard that Telegram is often used for bad crimes because it thoroughly hides the user’s identity.
“………”
But there was only one frustrating thing.
I was forced to find a community of readers.
Originally, I don’t use any of these sites either, but thanks to Ego Searching, I came to know some of them.
『Journal』 Was popular in its own way, and it has recently been in the news, such as reversing the year round and reopening.
There were not a few people who wrote related articles.
After thinking about it, I decided to ask.
[Title] This is my 『Journal』.
[Content] I heard that my novel is being distributed on an illegal sharing site. Can you give me the address if you don’t mind?
After a while, a comment notification popped up.
[ㅇㅇ] Don’t be afraid
“………”
This was not the reaction I expected.
I found another community.
I wrote the same article.
A comment has been made.
[ㅇㅇ] You can’t pretend to be a writer.
[ㅇㅇ] From certification, go
“………”
How should I go about authentication?
While thinking about it, someone posted a comment.
[Jjj] It exploded there.
ㄴ[ㅇㅇ] sh*t, is that true??
ㄴ[ㅇㅇ] Isn’t it temporary?
B[Jj] I don’t know. But since a few hours ago, it still won’t go in. The original recovery was quick.
I’m not sure, but it seemed like a pretty exceptional situation.
I turned off my computer.
I did a bit of searching, but I couldn’t find where to get tickets or even a trace of the site.
I had no choice but to change my strategy.
The simplest solution for me, who has poor search skills and has never used a site like this.
I left the room and went up the stairs.
Smart.
I knocked on the door of Haerin’s studio.
“Yes~”
I heard her voice.
I went inside.
The atmosphere is definitely different from the bedroom.
There was also a cynical and crooked smile on Haerin’s face, which was different from her usual loveliness.
Of course, he was released as soon as he saw me.
“What happened?”
“…Haerin, can I read a novel?”
I reminded her of the ‘prints’ that were probably stored somewhere on her bookshelf or drawer.
I don’t know how Haerin got that ‘original’, but she had it.
I can’t see it right now.
“How did you get it? Did you find the site?”
I asked.
Actually, it was strange that Haerin bothered to print and keep my 『Journal』, And I couldn’t understand that he obtained it from an illegal sharing site and viewed it.
Isn’t that something only poor beggars would do?
It didn’t match Haerin’s personality either.
When was it printed?
At first glance, it was clear that he had heard it many times.
In the first place, the official serials should not have been able to drag the novel to print.
The source of the printed materials must also be elsewhere.
“More than that.”
Haerin stood up.
I leaned my back lightly against the wide window behind my work computer and looked at me with my arms crossed.
“When will the serialization start?”
“… Why is that suddenly?”
『Journal』 Will resume serialization soon.
The file itself was delivered to PD Banyuri via USB and was already being serviced, but it only contained up to the amount published in the past.
Since the direction of the content development was scheduled to change, I was currently asking for your understanding and building up my reserves in order to take care of my mentality in preparation for malicious comments.
The article will probably be uploaded again within a few days.
I don’t think that will satisfy existing readers, but with a more moderate version of Haerin Kang.
I somehow felt that she turned her words around.
I was a little offended.
I continued what I was going to say.
“Show me some novels. My memories seem to be jumbled up.”
I said honestly.
“I don’t know why, but my head hurts and I feel strange. According to your hypothesis, you said that those who have the ‘original’ do not have this kind of confusion.”
We decided to take the same boat.
Although crises came several times in the middle, and there were moments of searching in the dark-
Anyway, I asked Haerin to help me defeat the villains in 『Journal』 In exchange for giving up my sister, and I got an answer.
She will need my help too.
I am a writer, and at least one hand is-
“Why?”
However, Harin’s answer was unexpected.
She raised the corner of her mouth and smiled.
“You just need to stay still.”
“…But!?”
“And you already burned all the files?”