#100. Results. 8
Lee Hye-rim asked, putting down her glass of water.
“You wanted to hit a million, right? Is there anything more important than that right now?”
Even after saying that, Lee Hye-rim just smiled.
Something important to Woojin… … .
Woojin was so unpredictable that he couldn't tell where he was going beyond common sense.
Hye-rim Lee asked again, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“What is that? You’re not talking about urology, are you…?”
Woojin nodded his head slightly and answered.
“Am I funny?”
“Is it funny or sad?”
"huh."
“No, that’s not it… … . You… … .”
Lee Hye-rim's eyes narrowed.
“You’re saying that as a joke? You didn’t even go to a urologist?”
Woojin often makes strange jokes.
“Tch, gags seem really difficult.”
“Are you really kidding?”
“But I’m definitely thinking of going there sometime later.”
“Who the hell told you that you were a seedless watermelon… … .”
Lee Hye-rim, who had been speaking, shut her mouth tightly and brought a glass of water to her burning face.
It was because the staff was bringing in food.
A bowl of soup was placed in front of Woojin and Hyerim Lee.
Woojin lifted his spoon and looked over Hye-rim Lee's shoulder again.
A man who came in about 3 minutes after Lee Hye-rim and herself came in.
As soon as he entered, he looked around as if he was looking for something, then briefly glanced at Hye-rim Lee and himself before sitting down.
It was an act of discovering something.
The evidence was that when the man gave her that look, her actions stopped for a moment.
Even carnivores sometimes freeze for a moment when they catch sight of a target, and the man was a similar case.
The same is true for people.
Discover, stop, and react.
When very close friends accidentally run into each other on the street, their eyes get bigger and they stop moving as if they were stone statues for a few seconds before expressing their joy.
Of course, the pupils also dilate.
People who hate it and people who like it all have different emotional reactions, but their stopping reaction is the same.
The distance from Lee Hye-rim is about 5 meters.
Although her feet were turned outward, her belly button was tilted toward Lee Hye-rim.
That behavior also conveys some kind of interest.
As a result of observing the man from the beginning, he followed Lee Hye-rim in.
It was true that Woojin didn't go to the urology department.
The idea was to create a natural atmosphere before he sat down, with some small talk.
In a word, it was to take control of the situation.
Woojin, who had been drinking the soup very slowly and cleanly, opened his mouth while holding the glass of water.
“Hye-rim, don’t move and listen to me.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“It looks like someone followed you in. It’s a man and he looks to be in his mid-30s.”
Her expression as she brushed her hair back became stiff.
As Woojin said, there have been several instances of that happening.
I'm talking about the kind of people who follow you around and persistently ask for your number.
Her expression, which had been growing cold, regained its composure.
“I’ve experienced it several times, so I know how to deal with it very well… … .”
“It seems like stalking. It’s different from following. It’s better not to look back. It’s also not good to be unnaturally invisible.”
Being the object of observation is like going into a situation where you lose. But that was only applicable when you didn't know.
The opponent thinks that his presence has not been detected from this side.
That's why he was defenseless, and it was Woojin who could observe his actions to his heart's content.
If it were anyone else, I would have been a bit more careful and alert in my actions, but if it were Woojin, things would be different.
Because he was the kind of person who could read even a 0.2 second micro-expression by casting a fleeting glance.
I didn't even feel the need to approach him and ask who he was.
Knowing the enemy and knowing yourself will save you from a hundred battles.
It was Woojin's job to take control.
Hye-rim Lee, who felt slightly serious about Woo-jin's words, looked at the wine the employee was pouring.
Woojin briefly watched him holding the fork and slowly nodded his head.
Every time the sleeve of the suit moves, a yellow gold bracelet is visible.
Each finger joint appears thick and rough, with black discoloration.
The hand that is not holding the utensil is placed on the table, puffing out the chest and making the body look larger.
Cobra-like body puffing.
This is a person who unconsciously has the habit of showing off.
His beard is shaved cleanly today and his hair is neatly groomed.
As if he had prepared for today as if it were some special day.
Even the shoes are clean and wrinkle-free.
Although I touch my cell phone often, I feel like I don't need to look at the time.
Woojin opened his mouth.
“He looks like he’s 178cm tall and weighs about 80kg. He doesn’t have money, but he has a physical show. He dresses up to fit in with someone, like he’s moving up the social ladder. That’s probably you.”
Lee Hye-rim blinked her eyes.
It was because I didn't quite understand what Woojin was saying.
Woojin said while cutting the steak.
“As I said, he doesn’t seem to have much money. Showing off is mostly due to lack, and his body speaks for itself. He makes money through physical labor. And he uses his fists a lot.”
“What does that mean… … .”
As she looked at Woojin, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning.
'It's not dangerous. I'm just profiling.'
“Profiling?”
“That’s a little different. It’s easier if you think of it as cognitive inference.”
Lee Hye-rim looked at Woo-jin as if trying to understand his very existence, regardless of who was behind him.
I've always thought about it, but when I thought I knew, Woojin was walking far away.
Like an onion, no matter how much you peel it, new sides continue to emerge.
Hye-rim Lee, who was smiling, found some peace.
Because those kinds of guys could have been taken care of with just one phone call.
“What… … . Are you some kind of pervert, like a gangster?”
“He doesn’t seem to be a pervert, but he’s more likely to be a member of an organized crime group.”
Hye-rim Lee frowned and wiggled her crossed feet.
“It’s annoying… … Sorry, I brought something annoying while we were eating.”
When Hye-rim Lee picked up her cell phone, Woo-jin said.
“If you act now, your tail will be cut off.”
“Cut off? What do you mean?”
“It’s like a lizard cutting off its tail and running away.”
“You’re saying you didn’t just follow me?”
Woojin tasted the potato salad and was slightly impressed.
“Ooh… … This is so delicious. This is a great potato salad place.”
Woojin nodded his head again and said.
“You’re not showing any signs of approaching. You’re just observing the situation. You’re with someone at the restaurant. It seems like you’re only trying to gather this much information. Can you think of something?”
"what?"
“People you’ve met recently, had fights with, or shared secrets with.”
Lee Hye-rim's pupils slightly rose.
As Woojin said, he was recalling the past.
But she wasn't the type of person who would hang out with people like the ones Woojin was talking about.
My older sisters and brothers came to mind, but there was no one person in particular that stood out.
Because we always thought each other was worthless.
“A person who may be indirectly connected to that person.”
At that moment, someone came to mind and Lee Hye-rim's eyes lit up.
The younger brother I met yesterday, Lee Yo-hwan, revealed his shortcomings.
'If Dad knew that the subcontractor was using the excuse of disbanding the labor union, firing workers, and trying to avoid responsibility, he would be really happy.'
No, it didn't reveal the truth, it gave a warning.
The younger brother's threatening words told her to turn her attention away from his work.
“My little brother is a childish person, but he’s not so base as to be attached to someone like that.”
“I don’t know.”
A sigh escaped Hye-rim Lee’s mouth.
Even if it's the person who put it on my older brother, wouldn't it be okay if he just denied it?
Woojin spoke as if he was reading her thoughts.
“You have to hold the torso.”
“There’s no way. Wouldn’t it be okay if that guy just pretends not to know?”
Sim Jeong-do only had Woo-jin's words, and there was no evidence.
“There’s a saying that goes, ‘a fight in the mud.’ If the stadium is a mud pit, then you have to fight.”
Suddenly, Woojin got up from his seat and continued speaking.
“I’ll look for pearls in the mud.”
Lee Hye-rim's expression changed to one of anxiety at Woojin's actions.
“Woojin?”
“I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t look back.”
Woojin headed straight to the bathroom, and Lee Hye-rim was caught up in conflict.
I had a burning desire to turn around and check on him, but Woojin's words seemed to be holding my shoulder and wouldn't let go.
She didn't know it, but the man was gone, having gone to the bathroom.
Woojin followed the man into the hallway but did not go inside.
He was just standing there blocking the hallway.
Swaaaaaaah.
Woojin started walking as he heard the sound of water and the bathroom door opened.
At that moment, Woojin and the man's shoulders bumped into each other.
The man who had bumped into Woojin's shoulder looked at him with a serious expression.
“Ah, shit… … .”
He couldn't continue his rant.
That is because the other person was with Lee Hye-rim.
It was a headache to get involved when I had to just watch.
He said with a forced smile.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
He pretended to bow his head as he passed by Woojin.
No, Woojin's words caught his ankle.
It was a tone of speech that sounded like something out of a movie.
“Hey, you bastard, is that what you call an apology? Oh my… … . It looks like it’s dislocated. What am I going to do?”
The man's face was filled with bewilderment.
“What do you mean? I just bumped into something… … .”
“Don’t you know that if you hit someone with that size, it’s a fatal wound? You should probably go to the hospital, but if you settle this here, I won’t make a big deal out of it.”
The man's face twitched.
Even the gangsters didn't seem to have this much of a temper.
But, Lee Hye-rim, the granddaughter of Shinwha Group, meets such a gangster?
If I had met this guy on the street without knowing him, I would have picked him up and thrown him, breaking something in the process.
Of course, this was just the man's thought, not knowing what kind of person Woojin was.
“Let’s not make a fuss. We came to a place with a good atmosphere, so let’s eat and enjoy ourselves.”
“Does this guy think I’m joking right now?”
Woojin shook his shoulders like he had a dislocated shoulder.
The man muttered at the absurd sight, not even teasing.
“Real fuck…”
“What? Did you just swear?”
The man scratched his head and placed both hands on his hips.
“What do you want to do now?”
“What do you want to do? Let’s come to an agreement.”
The man walked over with brisk strides.
And then he whispered eerily into Woojin's ear.
“You should know that you are really lucky.”
Woojin also muttered in return.
“You’re the one who’s unlucky.”
“This kid will… … until the end.”
The man was furious, but he did not lose his sense of reason.
The man sighed and turned around completely.
At that moment, Woojin's voice flowed into his ears.
“As you walk like that, you’ll get closer to the police station. When you leave the restaurant, a detective might be standing at the entrance.”
The man who had stopped moving looked back with a furrowed brow.
Woojin was shaking his cell phone.
“What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?”
“That guy who ‘got’ it.”
The man's cheeks trembled as if they were convulsing.
The way he was leisurely joking around about such old-man jokes seemed like he was trying to ignore me.
“What the fuck, this kid!”
It was the moment when Woojin's continued provocations took effect.
