#111. Results. 19
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Wow!
“Ugh… … That fucking kid… … .”
A man with a bandage on his wrist, dangling in the living room, spat out a curse as if chewing it up.
It seemed like something was wrong with his wrist joint.
grasp!
Wow!
The man's gaze moved to the front door.
The man wearing the mask and hat did not behave like a police officer.
Then who is it?
I couldn't figure out what was going on and on with the glass.
But I knew one thing.
The look in the eyes of the man who was looking at me.
It was a pleasure. No, it seemed like she was enjoying it.
Is he crazy?
The man quietly picked up the knife.
I thought about running away, but it would be too late if I broke the security window and ran out.
If you're going to show your back while tearing down the security window… … . If you're going to do that.
Hide, wait, and deal with it.
That will do.
It's not too late to deal with it and run away.
Even if this place turned into a sea of blood, the police would have no way of knowing his identity anyway.
As the man watched the smashed-up front door, a black shadow appeared outside the breached front door.
That was Woojin's, not his unconscious face.
It was dark and hard to see, but the eyes, filled with light, looked like ghost eyes.
The man felt the hairs on his back stand on end as the cold water ran down his spine.
As if trying to overcome his fear, the man's hand holding the knife tightened. Then, he quietly walked away and leaned against the wall right next to the entrance, covering his body.
The purpose was to use a knife as soon as you entered.
Then I heard the voice of the man who had broken the glass.
“Oh my… … . What are you doing out here in the dark without even turning on the lights?”
The boy's hand came over the broken front door as if trying to open a locked door.
Should I stab you now?
no.
When you come in, you should aim for the carotid artery, the neck.
Cold sweat ran down his cheek like tears as he leaned against the wall.
Suddenly.
The unconscious man who opened the door turned his head and smiled faintly at Park In-hyeok and the woman.
But they didn't know that Woojin was smiling.
“Just wait there for a moment.”
Park In-hyeok raised his hand as if to grab Woo-jin.
"danger……."
Unconsciousness shook its head and approached Park In-hyeok.
And he spoke softly like Woojin.
“You know what kind of person I am. Don’t worry. I’m just saying that because I think the kidnapper might escape. If it seems dangerous, I’ll come out right away. You might get lost in the police station. If you see a police car, bring me here right away. And this is a secret… … I’m also really good at fighting.”
“But I have to wait until the police come… … .”
“I’ll be out soon. The kidnapper might escape through the front door. Actor Park In-hyeok, please watch over me.”
“It looks so dangerous… … .”
“Really, that’s okay.”
Shh …
It started to rain again and my subconscious welcomed the rain and I walked towards the door again.
Because the sound of the rain hides the screams.
As the unconscious pulled the door open.
Kikki kick!
The front door opened with the awkward sound of glass squeaking.
The unconscious man swept his hand around his nose as if he could smell something, even though he was wearing a mask.
“It smells.”
And as he strode into the hallway he said playfully.
“Okay, teacher, I’ll be coming in now.”
In that moment, a black shadow quickly flew towards the unconscious.
The flashing sword aimed squarely at the unconscious neck.
The unconscious body twisted slightly.
The blade swerving to the side appeared very slowly, as if in slow motion.
An unconscious eye seemed to be reflected on the side of the sword.
Even that felt like looking into a mirror to the subconscious, and the two eyes reflected in it were smiling.
The unconsciousness that immediately grabbed the man's wrist pushed away the man's slanted shoulder and stepped forward.
It was a misuse of his power.
Bang!
“Ugh!”
The unconscious woman holding the man's wrist opened her mouth playfully.
“Sir, that’s a good idea, but you shouldn’t have made any breathing sounds. My ears are very sensitive.”
Unconsciousness twisted his wrist.
Boom.
A desperate scream erupted as the sword he was holding fell.
“Ahhhhh!”
So he became unable to use his hands.
The man asked, trembling.
“You, you, who are you?”
“He’s such a handsome guy. He’s also so charming.”
Unconsciousness grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the living room.
Unable to use his hands, he was dragged along like a dog, unable to even touch the floor.
The man unconsciously tried to put his hand on the floor, but his dangling wrist twisted in the opposite direction, forcing him to drop his arm in excruciating pain.
“Ugh!”
As if completely uninterested in his groans, the unconscious mind looked around without even turning on the light.
“You live as dirty as you look.”
The living room was messy.
It should have smelled like mold, but it didn't.
The unconscious chuckled.
There were more than one or two travel carriers.
The longboard has also been replaced.
In one place, the smell of rocks wafted.
It was a small bathroom.
“The room is so dirty I could die, but you keep the bathroom so clean? Why is that?”
Woojin grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bathroom.
“Kuuuuck! Just kill me, you little bastard!”
“No, that won’t work.”
Then he opened the bathroom door wide.
“It looks like you cleaned hard, but it’s not neat.”
The unconscious really dragged him around like a dog.
I went to the living room, then to the small room, and then back to the kitchen. At that time.
The unconscious missed his hair. Or, to be more precise.
He looked at his hand, which was unconsciously holding a handful of hair.
And then he moved his gaze to his forehead and made a sound of regret.
“Sir, how is it? It looks like the size of a large patch on the head of Jeongsu-ri is big… But it strangely matches? I’ll tell you because I think you’re curious. The radius is about 9cm.”
“That crazy kid… … . Ugh!”
Unconsciousness grabbed his hair again.
And then he squatted down and opened the refrigerator door.
Unconsciousness lifted the man's face and looked into the refrigerator together.
It was full of black plastic bags.
“You opened a butcher shop at home. You also have one in the yard. What does it taste like?”
He asked, pulling himself together at the unconscious tone of voice that said he knew everything.
A phlegmy voice flowed from his mouth.
“Who, who sent it?”
The unconscious thought of Woojin watching over him and smiled faintly.
“That naive guy is hilarious. He keeps trying to live with me. He can be anything on his own, but he’s annoying and clingy… … .”
The unconscious mind that had been speaking flinched.
But that was only for a moment, as his eyes quickly formed a crescent shape.
“Okay, okay.”
The man felt something more creepy than painful.
The way he was talking to a nonexistent person really looked like a real dog.
The unconscious shut the refrigerator door as if it had nothing more to look at and put him down.
I looked at him, stroking his chin as if looking at a work of art.
“I feel like something is missing… … . Ah, that’s right.”
As if remembering something, he snapped his fingers and looked down at his face as he grabbed his hair.
“There was no bruise. There was a bruise.”
Two unconscious eyes closed in the man's pupils.
His smiling eyes really looked like a crazy person.
And then I felt something flash before my eyes!
“Ugh!”
An unconscious fist landed squarely on the man's face, and when the man came to his senses.
Woojin was standing there holding the cleaver that the man was holding.
The man burst into laughter at that sight.
“Kill me. Kill me!”
Unconsciously, his fingers flicked left and right.
“Hey, old man, that can’t be. I haven’t heard the answer I want to hear yet.”
The unconscious man bent one knee and cut off his long-sleeved shirt with a slash.
Before he knew it, the unconscious sword was touching the man's shoulder.
Then, the unconscious observed its own state for a moment.
There was no sanction from Woojin.
This meant that I could turn a blind eye to this.
Permission was granted.
“I asked you what it tastes like.”
“Ahhhhh!”
The man couldn't even answer and just screamed, spitting.
It was because the unconscious had thinned out his shoulder blades.
The thin flesh spoke to the unconsciousness in his hand.
“Mister, ah~. Ah, try it. I don’t think you can answer because you don’t seem to remember the taste very well, but I’ll help you remember.”
“You crazy bastard… … . Ugh!”
He clenched his teeth and shut them as unconsciousness brought a hand to his mouth.
But my subconscious mind pushed the tips of my molars apart with my index finger and thumb.
The unconscious smiled faintly.
“I know you’re lucky. If I had 100% control over myself, you’d be dead. Now that I’m cooperating, that’s not possible.”
The unconsciousness that had been thrusting the flesh into the man's mouth pushed the finger all the way in so that he could swallow it himself.
“Ugh! Huh! Huh!”
The man who had devoured his own flesh looked at her with trembling eyes.
“Why are you doing this? Cluck! Cluck! Why are you doing this?”
A crazy guy who didn't even seem like a police officer came into my house and started poking things around, and it was definitely not like he was sent by anyone.
I could be sure.
It seemed like he didn't even report it.
“Do you… think someone you know was scammed by me… .”
The unconsciousness that had been quietly looking down at him shook its head.
“I just… … I wanted to see you doing this.”
At that moment, I unconsciously looked at the front door and continued speaking at the faint sound of a siren coming from afar.
“There is no other reason. I’m serious. There is no other reason, just like you did it because you wanted to. So. Do you understand me?”
When the unconscious turned its head back to the man, he flinched.
“Okay, mister, we have to act now. Before that, we should eat well, right?”
The unconscious covered his mouth to keep him from screaming.
And then he brought the knife he was holding to his thigh.
“Eeeeek!”
The man's eyes turned red as if they were about to burst into tears of blood.
I could feel the excruciating pain of my thigh being sliced, as if it was being cut thinly.
The unconsciousness again stuffed flesh into his mouth and moved him like a puppet, preparing the performance.
The man prepared the human flesh by spreading it on someone and selling or handing it over.
This slaughterhouse-like house explained it all.
If this incident were to be exposed to the world, the repercussions would be enormous.
But Woojin disappears as if he never existed.
And they put forward an actor who directly caught the criminal.
How do you explain the man's fractured wrist and the slice-like wounds?
There is no need to elaborate on such an explanation.
It was an inevitable thing that happened while catching the criminal, and the world's anger will not care about that and will condemn him.
Above all, this place was under Kim Tae-hyun's jurisdiction, a place like his home garden.
In addition, there is Deputy Chief Prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong who has ambitions for politics.
Interesting things are going to happen.
