{ must do 8 }
Foreign correspondents who have passed the tricky checkpoints.
They went inside, showing their dissatisfied faces.
“Fuck! If your laptop doesn’t work, when should you write an article?”
“You mean typing on your phone? Me!”
Among them was a white man with short hair.
A plain-looking appearance with a shirt and a jacket like other journalists.
The foreign correspondent went into the bathroom.
Then he goes right inside the compartment and locks the door.
It looks like they are trying to do a big business.
But he suddenly closed the open toilet lid.
And on top of that was a phone.
Instead of pulling down his pants, the foreign correspondent rolled up his sleeves.
His hands and forearms suddenly turned red as his bare skin was exposed.
He flushed the toilet and slowly pushed his hand down to the floor.
shwaah
Noisy toilets with visitors coming and going in and out.
Loud noises of running water.
And the quietly cracked floor.
He immediately raised his hand that had reached his forearm on the floor.
* * *
A fairly large, uninhabited space.
widely
A foreign correspondent stepped down into the basement.
He looked around and stopped at a city gas pipe with a fairly large diameter.
puck
Unlike the last time he punched the floor, this time he just punched with his bare fist.
shhhh
A large hole was drilled in the gas pipe and gas began to leak rapidly.
He took off the arm part of the jacket he was casually wearing, and attached it to the hole in the gas pipe.
Then it connected to the gas pipe and T-shaped like a large diameter hose.
A foreign correspondent who immediately took off the jacket he was wearing and turned it over.
The jacket lining is like a tube structure for warmth.
He removes a tube and places it on the end of the arm that connects to the gas tube.
Then the tube inflates like a large balloon.
Soon it becomes as big as a big van.
A foreign correspondent who released a large balloon from his hand.
He repeated the same action mechanically.
* * *
Kris.
He is a toilet manager.
Today, I was dressed particularly neatly.
Today’s event is only for VIPs.
This is because the toilet must also be kept cleaner and more elegant.
Chris’s bathroom is right next to the event hall.
So more and more distinguished guests come in and out frantically.
Chris’s gaze turned quickly.
He moved quietly so as not to disturb the users and quickly cleaned up the dirty parts.
Chris, who was busy moving, suddenly turned his head and looked inside.
All he could see was a tightly closed door.
It has been closed since before.
‘… Is there any problem?’
I put enough toilet paper in there.
After hesitating for a while, he slowly approached and pricked his ears.
What you can hear from inside is obviously a pretense of popularity.
‘My stomach hurts quite a bit… ‘
Inside, you can hear the sound of a hand stroking your stomach and a moan that gives you strength.
Then the distinguished guests came in.
Chris moved quietly again, concentrating on cleaning the bathroom.
How long has it been?
He glanced inside again.
The compartment is still closed.
I don’t think I saw anyone go out.
‘no way… Are you still there?’
As I got closer, I heard the same sound as before.
“……”
Chris hesitated for a moment.
he raised his hand
* * *
A foreign correspondent dedicated to the act of putting gas into tubes.
Then, suddenly, a sound came through his earphones.
smart
he opened his mouth
A high-tone voice that is completely different from an expressionless face.
“There’s a person inside. Sorry.”
‘He’s a foreigner.’
Although my English skills are short, I can understand roughly what they are saying.
Chris didn’t respond, he just went back to his seat.
that far away.
and in a closed box.
There was only one phone on the toilet with the lid down.
A large hole in the front floor.
It was closed with a thin membrane.
* * *
There was a rush of radio between the agents.
“The tin is coming.”
Broadcasts appearing at the event venue soon.
“The President enters. Everyone please take a seat in the hall.”
In line with the announcement of the broadcast, people outside the hall began to enter one after another.
Almost all seats were filled.
Some Communist Party officials sitting in the VIP seats in the event hall.
They looked around.
‘Why aren’t the comments coming in?’
It’s been a while since the show aired, but he still hasn’t entered the show.
Then the moderator got a call.
He started running the event.
[hello? Thank you to all the distinguished guests who came to the Shenzhen International Forum today… .]
A Communist Party official who was watching the scene.
He thought, burying himself in the chair.
Ha suspicious times.
Even so, the atmosphere of the Central Inspection Bureau is brutal.
‘Is the president going to come in his turn and give his opening remarks and then leave?’
It seems to be so.
Without such guidance, how could an event begin before the president even took his seat in the hall?
‘They called them all to the events he ordered and decided to do this… .’
I don’t like it.
He forcibly suppressed the desire to leave immediately.
If the president is absent from the event he attends, he may get caught.
* * *
the situation room at that time.
“What’s up?”
I asked a colleague from the side who answered the sudden phone call.
“Does it sound like you’re using too much gas?”
“Okay? I’ll call the building operations team leader. He’ll be waiting downstairs.”
After a while, the manager of the operation team rushed in.
“You seem to be using a lot of gas, is this figure normal?”
“I’ll check.”
As the operation team leader turns his head while checking the figures, he hears the voice of an agent next to him.
“Isn’t there a gas leak?”
At those words, the operation team leader immediately turned around and said clearly.
“It’s never going to happen.”
Before the event, special inspections of gas facilities in the building were carried out several times.
It was a perfect and perfect inspection by inspecting every gas pipe joint or pipe damage.
The operation team leader stiffened his back.
Is it not that his efforts, which have been up all night for several days, are being questioned?
He was very uncomfortable with the situation now.
The operation team leader looking around the people in the situation room.
“If the gas leaked, wouldn’t it have a smell?”
The agents nodded their heads.
I hear it and it is
It doesn’t smell particularly gassy or anything like that.
“Then why are the numbers like this?”
“I’ll take a look around myself.”
The operation team leader did not speak any more and immediately left the situation room.
* * *
Someone rushed past Chris’s eyes, who was busy managing the bathroom.
Chris glanced at him from the side and back, he was a foreigner.
Wearing only a shirt.
He rolled up his sleeves up to his forearms.
‘That person?’
He must have been someone who hadn’t been out of Cannes for a while.
Chris glances inside.
‘yes?’
But the box remains closed.
‘… .’
weird.
Something was strange.
Chris walked over to the room.
He slid the door open.
* * *
Building Operations Manager.
As he goes down to the basement, agents stationed at the door block his way.
“At the request of the control room, we are on our way to check the underground gas facility.”
But the agent doesn’t answer.
He looks at him with cool eyes and walks the radio.
‘I’m going to give it a shot and spit it out.’
If not, it’s an unpleasant situation.
The manager of the operation team felt really dirty.
There was something that touched his heart more than being suspicious.
It’s because we don’t know why the gas consumption suddenly went up.
‘That’s why I moved without saying a word… .’
Even thinking about it when he came, he was the manager of the operation team who did not know why.
“Wait. An agent will be here soon. Let’s move together.”
* * *
in the event hall.
After the host started the event, the second celebrity was already giving a congratulatory speech.
Next is the opening remarks of the President.
A Communist Party official who looked around without hearing a congratulatory speech.
He whispered to the person sitting next to him.
“Hey, what kind of gas doesn’t it smell?”
“Well?”
* * *
Agents guarding the entrance to the event hall.
Their eyes were turned to one side.
A foreign correspondent approaching at a fast pace.
It seems that the action is urgent, perhaps because he was late to go to the bathroom.
Shirt and pants rolled up to the forearm.
neck pass.
And I only have one camera in my hand.
At a glance, there is nothing suspicious, to the extent that it is futile.
‘Do you think you’re dressed too comfortably? I’m not even wearing a jacket… ttt, no manners Courtesy.’
Well, there are a few reporters like that.
all white people.
‘Western people… .’
The agent shook his head inwardly and opened the hall door.
* * *
tightly locked door.
There is no sign of opening it even if you pull it.
‘Is it broken? Why is this?’
Chris listened.
But there is no such thing as a sign that can be heard inside.
Instead, it catches a stinky smell.
‘What is this?’
Chris began to breathe through his mouth without realizing it.
A natural breathing shift learned over years of cleaning the bathroom.
‘What the hell did you put in the shit?’
Did you lay any dragon eggs?
A joke I make when I see a huge pile of shit clogging up the toilet with my co-workers.
But when I think about it, I think the smell I smelled earlier was a bit strange.
It’s like… .
‘Smell of gas?’
It also smells like gas.
smart
I check it again just in case, but it seems that no one is inside.
rumble rumble
But the door won’t open.
bang bang
Feeling something ominous, Chris began to hit the door with his shoulder.
bang
Finally the door opened.
Chris’ eyes widened.
In front of him are two large holes that he has never seen before.
One is on the floor.
And the other one on the wall.
‘Beyond this wall… ‘
Chris shook his head unconsciously.
* * *
An agent walked in.
The door to the basement that opens just then.
You can smell the gas as soon as you open the door.
‘Gas leaked!’
The operation team leader hurriedly ran downstairs.
The two men guarding the door turned to each other, and a new agent quickly followed behind him.
The operation team leader hastily went down to the basement.
But his footsteps stopped involuntarily at the open basement entrance.
The operation team leader just opened his mouth without saying anything.
A scene that I could not even imagine in my dreams was spreading underground.
What appeared in front of him was a large number of large balloons in the basement.
‘no way… Is that all?’
The agent pushed him and secured his sight.
A shout erupted from his mouth as he saw the appearance of the basement.
“It’s a gas explosion!”
* * *
Before the radio came from the agent who went down to the basement.
The gas that had accumulated in the basement quickly spread upward through the open door.
The agent assigned to the front door quickly shared the situation.
“Situation Room! I opened the basement door, but the smell of gas rises!”
[What’s up?]
“I went down to check now!”
However, the smell spread quickly, and the agents scattered here and there began to move around hastily.