225 – EP.10 Problem Child-3
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I did not reply to the chat right away.
I thought she was my girlfriend because of the saved name of [Jeong-ah♡], But when I looked at the records of our past contacts, it seems that wasn’t the case either.
Conversation is one-sided.
Usually, when the other party sends a long message, the other party sends an appropriately short reply.
Jeong-a♡: Did you read it early today? Are you awake?
As I continue to read the previous record, the other person subtly replies.
Move your fingers to make circular consonants.
Jeong-ah♡: Wow, I can’t believe Kang In-ho responded so quickly hahahaha.
If we were in a romantic relationship, it would have been an answer that would have led to a fight because it was insincere, but the other person seemed very satisfied with my response.
Jeong-a♡: So are you coming today?
Just when I was at a loss because I had nothing more to say, the other side kept talking to me.
Ask if you want to go to karaoke. I expressed my refusal with a short answer.
Not only do I have no idea of my relationship with that group in the first place, but I’m not a lively person who drinks and hangs out at a karaoke bar.
Jeongah♡: Why why why?
It looks like Jeong-ah didn’t like my answer.
I made the standard excuse that I wasn’t feeling well and turned over her phone.
First of all, it is more urgent to get what we can from the things in this house.
A two-story single-family house. Judging by the surrounding scenery, it is a house located in a fairly wealthy village.
In a house this big, there would likely be roommates, but for some reason, there are only traces of one person’s life.
The only thing that matters is the bathroom and my room on the second floor. There are not many traces of people in this spacious house.
“It could be a child whose parents are working far away or who have given up their child.”
The scene of the deserted kitchen seemed to reveal a lot.
The cold living room floor and the first floor rooms covered in white dust.
It seemed like a house worthy of being called a neat abandoned house.
I returned to the room again.
When I opened my cell phone again, there were dozens of messages from a child named Jeong-ah.
It seems like there is a group I fit into, but is it really that important if I don’t go?
“Is it time for me to go out and play with you?…”
I lie down on the bed and mumble.
The body is that of a student, but the head is that of an old man.
Not only will the codes not match, but there will also be differences in shared common sense.
It’s better to protect yourself like this than to just go out and be treated like a weirdo.
It has been about 4 hours since I was possessed in this dimension.
I didn’t get much information.
What we can know by gathering clues like dust scattered here and there is,
The existence called ‘I’ is quite a delinquent.
A delinquent? This also seems to be a bit of an old expression.
The probability of being a hikikomori, who locks himself in his room and refuses to communicate, converges to 0 based on the content of KakaoTalk.
Most of the content on KakaoTalk is not suitable for students.
“It’s a tightly twisted life.”
There is a high probability that she will soon get caught up in an incident and die, but even if she is not an obsessed woman, I think this life will have many ups and downs.
I closed my eyes for a moment to rest my tired mind.
After about 30 minutes, I woke up to a sound.
What made me wake up from my comfortable bed was the same doorbell as when Yoon Sia visited.
I opened the window to see if my family had come, and there was a girl at the front door wearing tight-fitting sweatpants.
“Hey! Kang In-ho!”
He rang the doorbell a few times and then called my name loudly.
A strange sound spreads through a quiet neighborhood.
Why on earth do people who come to this house not know how to give up?
Getting tired of the harsh force of ringing the doorbell, I got up.
***
“Oh, I should have been suspended from school like you… So I can rest at home.”
“I don’t know why that bastard only stabbed you. Honestly, didn’t Jintae hit you more?”
As I passed through the gate and came to the entrance, the mouth of the unwelcome visitor did not stop.
She, who was always talking like a tentacle, continued to talk as she openly inspected her interior.
“But this is my first time coming into this house. We always meet in front of the house, right? To be honest, I really wanted to go in.”
She, who is believed to be Jeong-ah due to the situation, continued to pour out information.
She followed me, looking around her house.
“So why did you come?”
I asked as I entered the living room.
“I came here because you said you weren’t feeling well. But… You look fine?”
His gaze swept up and down her body.
Looking at what she’s saying, it’s clear that she’s KakaoTalk’s ‘Jeong-ah♡’.
“No, I have no energy. My head hurts.”
I pulled my face back and looked away.
“Really? Now that I think about it, it feels a bit odd.”
“Oh, is that why?”
She thought for a moment and spoke as if she knew the cause.
“That?”
“Pennyam. I heard you saved it.”
Pennyam?
I think that was written on the medicine cabinet that was rolling around as soon as I woke up…
Open your cell phone and search for Peniam.
[Pennyam – Namu Wiki: Main Gate]
Click on the document registered on the wiki site.
[1. Outline]
[Penniam is a powerful narcotic…]
“Inho? What’s wrong with you all of a sudden? Your face is pale?”
I think I need to correct my assessment of ‘a tightly twisted life.’
This is a trash life with no answers.
I think I now understand why I was able to possess this body.