92 – Dongmin Lee (27)
Dongmin Lee (27)
“Burn? Why?”
I was dumbfounded.
“Are you kidding? Why burn it?”
It must be a lie.
There is no incinerator anywhere in this room.
Not even through the whole house.
“……”
No, there are.
An incinerator in an underground torture chamber.
I’ve explained exactly where and how it connects, but it’s a device that can steal debris and ashes without anyone noticing.
Kang Hae-rin from 『Journal』 Often used that place.
For the purpose of destroying victims without a trace.
I denied it once.
I can’t understand Haerin’s behavior.
“Why are you burning it? Suddenly?”
“Because-“
Haerin said as if singing.
“Because we decided to erase everyone who had the original. I was only making hypotheses, but the very existence of people who have them is a problem.”
“No, wait.”
I stopped her.
It was the first time I had ever seen anything like this.
To me, Harin was either a feared object or a pitiful existence that evoked sympathy.
But for the first time, I was angry.
I was annoyed because I didn’t understand.
“Even if we make a hundred concessions and get rid of everyone who knows the original, shouldn’t we keep it? Does it make sense if everyone goes crazy?”
I shouted.
If the contents of the 『Journal』 Are changing by itself, and it affects the world, if you don’t even know that it is changing-
The world was going crazy.
Quietly, without anyone knowing.
However, to get rid of the original file that keeps the left and right centered in the endless stream.
It was not like a Harin.
“You are doing storage, right?”
I caught my breath and said.
“Isn’t it?”
… It must be an occasional goblin prank.
Repeating like that.
“I told you. I said I burned it.”
“Haa…”
I covered my head.
“Why the hell…?”
“……”
I lost strength in my legs spontaneously.
Honestly, I was scared.
In the past, I vaguely thought I was in control because it was a novel I wrote, but the feeling I’ve been feeling lately is that maybe that’s not the case.
I am changing.
I can’t even trust my memory.
Something, an unknown force, is stirring in my head, shifting its position as if assembling Legos.
This is not a sensitive reaction.
I felt sick to my stomach.
“It’s okay. It’s too complex and difficult for a weak person like you to handle.”
At that time, Harin passed by the desk, squatted down in front of me, and stroked his head.
Like touching a pet dog.
Maybe like taming a pet pig.
Her voice sounded like a lullaby.
A calm voice, as if to soothe a frowning young son.
“Leave everything to me, and rest comfortably. I am continuing to write novels. A novel that readers love and makes us happy.”
“………”
Does Harin want me to be an idiot?
I came out without answering.
It is not that there is no opportunity.
No matter what kind of ploy Haerin did to blow up the illegal sharing site, there will still be text books that are ‘already’ shared and wandering around the world.
‘Once you get a ticket…’
Even if it’s not that, you can get it somewhere.
I sat back in front of the computer.
I searched all over the Internet, but when I asked about illegal sharing sites, only the answer came back saying that they were pathetic and unscrupulous, or that they had been blown up.
[Giraffe] I just want to pay… How much…
[ㅇㅇ] Let’s wait until it recovers.
[ㅇㅇ] Illegal bugs are f*cking ugly.
[ㄱㄱ] Payers read novels leisurely ㅋ
That’s how I spent the morning.
“Honey, the meal is ready-“
Even Harin wouldn’t have liked her feelings, but even after she had such a conversation, she did her own responsibilities.
It was at the time written on the shared schedule.
She still kept it tight.
I was also joining the trend.
“………”
I sat down at the table.
It didn’t help that I was constantly pouting.
Haerin’s mind was still in a fog, but she must have done it because she was worried about me anyway.
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She thinks I’m weak.
I made a few mistakes, I was indecisive, and I was in danger, so I can understand not believing.
It is true that I am weak.
“……”
“Honey, before sending the novel, can you show me?”
At the end of the meal, Haerin asked.
I put the spoon down.
I was kind of upset.
I want you to show it to me. As a girlfriend, as the main character of a novel, it was a request that I could make.
However, she destroyed the original 『Journal』.
Why?
No, is it true that I destroyed it?
Even if all of Haerin’s hypotheses were correct and the excuses were correct, it was still an unsolved riddle.
If you don’t check the original file periodically, your memory will naturally be ‘transformed’.
Isn’t that the same for Harin?
Whether it’s mental pollution or manipulation.
No matter what you call her, no matter how strong-willed and intelligent she is, she’s just as dangerous.
Are we going crazy?
As normal is a crazy person in a crazy world, does she want to live in a completely changed world?
I couldn’t understand what was good about it.
“I don’t like…”
I replied bluntly.
I thought it was childish and childish, but I didn’t want to oblige.
“Poop.”
What made it even worse was her laugh.
“Ha ha ha..”
Haerin, who put down her meal just like me, smiled as if she was going to die because my behavior was cute.
“Okay. Then I’ll pay for it on the site and see it.”
“……”
“Fighting?”
She said so willingly that I fainted.
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The site search continued in the afternoon.
I also tried to find a text book.
After several hours, there was no result.
The person who sends the invitation to the bombed site.
Then I suddenly remembered.
“…Will they have it?”
Jiyoung Hwang, Yuna Kim.
The two may know.
Since I didn’t know about the existence of illegal sharing sites, I’ve been using them.
When I stopped publishing 『Journal』, It was said that it was limited, or that I had it printed out.
Has it already been scrapped?
I hesitated to pick up the phone.
… There was something more urgent than this.
Some of the Harinians were ‘guessing’ that 『Journal』 Was materializing.
But I am ‘sure’ of it.
I don’t know how much time difference the story in the novel will have, but it will happen anyway.
In that case, shouldn’t we prevent the next damage?
Park Sang-woo lives on the run after an attempted murder.
He also had other lovers, and he had a relationship with supplying drugs to people in the entertainment industry and conglomerates in the past, so he was able to avoid the eyes of the public authorities.
However, by the time he thinks that the police surveillance has loosened, he is impulsive to be born.
Seo In-hwan and Nam Hee-chan.
Nam Hee-chan is the man who was with Park Sang-woo, no, Park Sang-soo when he wielded ruthless violence against Kim Eun-hye.
I just watched the assault scene while shaking.
The two were former high school alumni.
Seo In-hwan was his friend.
And Kim Eun-hye’s ex-boyfriend.
The two work as drug dealers through Kim Eun-hye, but when they become money, they drop out of college.
However, both of them were dissatisfied with the violent Park Sang-soo.
Finally, when Kim Eun-hye, who is related to her, falls into a coma, she makes a decision.
[… “Let’s kill.” Seo In-hwan said while crushing the beer can. Seo In-hwan glared at Nam Hee-chan, whose pupils were shaking violently even while drunk.]
[… “Damn it, we have Gao. Eun-hye, now that it’s like that, are you going to stay still?” “… I know, I know, how can we stop that bastard? Did a cop who looked like a bear fly like a dog?” Nam Hee-chan trembled.]
[… Seo In-woo got annoyed. “Bastard, who asked you to fight head-on? Gather some kids too. All you have to do is gather your juniors together and offer them some pocket money, then come together as a group and play. Pretending to be on that bastard’s side, let’s start by figuring out the location while asking how we’re doing.”]
The scene seemed to be drawn in front of my eyes.
The number of juniors Seo In-hwan and Nam Hee-chan gathered was close to 10.
They raid Park Sang-soo’s house, which they have identified.
But the raid fails.
Not only that, but it also takes a lot of damage.
What is the damage-
“……”
I wrote down what came to my mind on a piece of paper.
It was to objectify my memories.
Then he hesitated.
“… Seo In-hwan?”
I murmured.
“… Nam Hee-chan?”
A strange familiarity.
It’s not simply because I’m the main character of my novel.
“… No way?”
I threw away my pen and picked up my phone.
The categorical detective is in the hospital.
He said he had a thigh injury and a fractured rib, so he couldn’t help me.
You entered the number of detective Park Seong-gang.
Several signals went.
My mouth is dry.
“……”
Tens of seconds passed like that.
[Yes.]
I heard Park Seong-gang’s thick voice.
“Detective-! Seo In-hwan and Nam Hee-chan!”
I spit it out quickly.
“I have to live. These are my classmates. It’s not Seo In-hwan or Nam Jae-chan. My real name is Seo In-woo, Nam Jae-chan, and my age is-“
[Mr. Dongmin.]
At that time, Seonggang Park cut me off.
“Wait a minute, listen to me. I’m in a hurry. According to the 『Journal』, What will happen next is definitely-“
I was in a hurry.
If my ‘memory’ is correct, the two of them to Park Sang-woo-
[Please listen to Dongmin.]
Park Seong-gang said coldly.
[It’s already too late.]
“………”
I kept my mouth shut.
I was out of breath.
The words I wanted to say, the words I wanted to say, were filled up to my throat, but now all I can hear is the sound of air escaping.
What do you mean?
It’s already too late?
I managed to ask back.
“… What?”
[You’re late, Mr. Dongmin.]
Park Seong-gang spoke cruelly.
[I could also find out that the two were Seo In-woo and Nam Jae-chan. I tracked down your surroundings, and of course I would have made a vindictive person my victim.]
“… No…”
My lips trembled.
Track me?
The fact that Park Seong-kang investigated my background made him both scared and puzzled, but more than that, he was shocked.
Are you late?
No way, two people?
I may have been afraid of Seo In-woo and Nam Jae-chan, and I may have hated and hated them, but I have never written a novel with a real person.
How did this happen?
But obviously I wrote such a novel.
The contents of the 『Journal』 Proved it.
Did I write it unconsciously?
Or has it changed?
As expected, that possibility is-
[But Park Sang-woo was caught.]
Park Seong-gang said.
[Take that for comfort.]
However, even after Seonggang Park’s phone was cut off, my heart continued to beat and did not calm down at all.