#159. One, two. 2
Lee Jeong-mi glared at her husband and shouted.
It was okay to be a clown or a ttanttara.
Despite opposition from my family, I was able to push through and get married, and I was happy.
But that was then and that is not now.
He is a person who has no greed, let alone passion.
The height of incompetence has been constantly demonstrated up until this day.
The small happinesses my husband talks about?
I couldn't help but get angry just by watching him sitting there talking peacefully.
After losing everything to my brothers, I will end up living a life of bowing down.
I couldn't let my son Jeongwon live like that.
“I’m saying this because I’m worried.”
Lee Jeong-mi sighed at her husband's words and her eyes moved around.
I'm thinking about how to break through the past and present situations.
But when my father played Go, he would occasionally mention the subtle moves that appeared in unlikely places, and those kind of tricks never came to mind.
No, Lee Jeong-mi immediately called Kim Dae-han, the CEO of Shinwha Electric.
“It’s me.”
– Yes… I think you called because of that crazy guy named Kim Cheol-woong.
Don't worry, that will never happen…
Lee Jeong-mi's voice echoed sharply in the living room.
“Worried? You don’t look worried now!?
“How on earth are you running this company!”
Lee Jeong-mi closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if trying to cool her hot head.
“Listen carefully to what I have to say. If this is true, do you think our chairman will stay quiet?”
– …
“You are the one who can make the scraps of paper out of the shares you are holding.
“He is the one who even casts out his brothers, so will this chairman really help him?”
– …
“Run here right now. Right now!”
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While Woojin was watching a broadcast related to Prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong's briefing, he heard the sound of rain.
And I checked the surrounding CCTV with my cell phone.
The man wearing the poncho appears again.
It's hovering around like that.
He was wearing a hat and a hood pulled over his head, so his face didn't look as dark as a cave.
Woojin opened the window and looked outside.
Not only that, he rested his chin on his hand and made a smile.
It was a typical happy smile, with droopy eyes and upturned mouth and cheekbone muscles.
It was a deliberate smile.
Woojin, who had been smiling like that for a few minutes, closed the window.
And when we checked the CCTV again, Pancho was nowhere to be seen.
Woojin slowly nodded his head.
“I checked the date. It’s just like you. Is it today?”
It was time to spread some bait.
Woojin changed into clothes with loose fitting tops.
Perhaps because it had been in the closet for a long time, a damp smell lingered.
I changed into a simple pair of pants, put on some slippers, and went outside.
Of course, turn off the lights.
Chomp!
Woojin, who had opened his umbrella, walked with a plodding pace and muttered as if talking to someone who might be watching him from somewhere.
“Exactly one hour. I’ll be back in one hour. It’s time for you to decide.”
Soon, Woojin's face was hidden behind a black umbrella.
The place Woojin arrived at was a snack shop he often visited.
There were a lot of customers and it seemed like there were as many delivery orders as usual.
“Is Woojin here?”
She was a lady who always welcomed me brightly even when she was busy.
Woojin ate a piece of fish cake, filled a paper cup with soup, and turned around.
Woojin, who was wandering around here and there while drinking the soup with steam rising from it, stopped in front of a trash can on the street.
The unconsciousness that so desperately wanted to meet him.
There was a need to fill the unconscious void.
“Long time no see? It’s your time now. Come on.”
In that moment, the paper cup I was holding was crumpled.
The paper cup didn't go into the trash can, but fell to the floor.
“This is me…”
The unconscious picked up the paper cup again and put it in the trash can.
“Who wouldn’t say he’s a good citizen?”
It was what the unconscious was saying to Woojin.
As I straightened my back completely, the umbrella also rose upward.
The unconscious fangs that were revealed at that time looked unusually white.
“Let’s make a move.”
The unconscious moved without hesitation.
I bought a few things at the first mart I stopped at.
I also packed things like camping supplies into the cart.
It really contained a lot of things.
The unconsciousness didn't stop there, it also went to the pharmacy.
After stopping by several places like that, the unconscious person arrived in front of the villa.
The unconscious man, holding a few fat black plastic bags in one hand, continued up the stairs.
When I arrived at the front door of the house, I could see a little bit of moisture gathered.
It was evidence that he had been hanging out with someone.
at that time.
Kwarung!
Thunder and lightning flashed as if they were tearing the sky apart.
The sound seemed to be sending a warning message telling me not to go in, but one corner of my mouth unconsciously went up.
“The sound is good.”
The unconscious left the key in place.
Suddenly.
The sound of the door opening accompanied the unconsciousness going inside.
Of course, it was dark inside.
And the silhouette running towards me also looked like ink.
“Nice to meet you, kid!”
When the sword seemed to flash, the umbrella Woojin was holding opened wide.
Phew!
When the tip of the knife pierced through the umbrella and came right before my unconscious eyes!
Unconsciousness pushed him away by pressing the end of the umbrella against his neck.
But it was torn apart by a sword.
The sight of the umbrella turning into a rag was truly horrifying, but my unconscious face seemed to be enjoying the situation.
at that time.
Bang.
The silhouette tripped over the unconscious foot and fell.
As the silhouette fumbled for the dropped knife, the unconscious mind passed him absentmindedly and entered the living room.
Click.
The lights came on brightly.
The unconscious said as he placed the black plastic bag he was holding on the table.
“Have you eaten?”
Not only did he show his back to the opponent who was standing up with a sword, but his voice was also calm.
No, there was a feeling in his voice that he was enjoying this situation.
A silhouette, no, he lowered his hood and threw his hat away as if trying to secure his view.
He looked to be in his late 60s.
The cheeks were slightly hollow, but the skin was lively, and the brown pupils without double eyelids were alive and not dead.
The chin is slightly elongated.
That was it.
His short M-shaped hair was a mix of black and white hair, but his subconscious took a positive view of his condition.
This is evidence that the melanocytes in the body are more active compared to age.
The power that covered him was also like that.
I maintained my body's muscle mass by exercising regularly.
But there was something he overlooked.
The opponent is yourself.
He smiled fakely.
“If you haven’t seen your master in a long time, you should wag your tail at least.”
The unconscious smiled silently, revealing its white teeth.
“You misunderstood and mistaken. I thought I had picked up a dog, but it was a tiger cub.
What would happen then? A dog wags its tail when its master touches it, but a tiger cub doesn't. It watches and waits for its chance."
“Really? Then let’s skin a tiger today!”
He was wearing a poncho and he ran towards me with a frightening attitude.
But unconsciousness dodged to the side and grabbed his wrist joint that was holding the sword.
“Human joints are weak, so if you grab something like this, no matter how strong you are, your movements will be restricted.
You could say it's a kind of unconscious defense mechanism.
“To put it simply, if you move, you’re screwed. That’s kind of it.”
He was shaking his hands as if he was wrestling with his subconscious, and then he spat out his words as if he was chewing them.
“You…! You killed them? My family!”
Woojin said, raising the hand holding his sword and holding it up while lowering the other hand.
Looking straight into his eyes.
“That very thought brought you here. Humans always rationalize themselves.
Criminals are like that too. That's why they did it. That's why they did it. It's because they have a mental illness.
In short, is this the motive for the crime? Is this TMI to you?
Well, that doesn't matter. You came here anyway. On your own accord."
The unconscious foot moved with a faint smile.
It hit him square in the knee.
“Ugh!”
His right foot was oddly sunken backwards.
The joint was broken.
The unconscious mind, watching him forcefully try to stand up, looked at the knife in his hand here and there.
“2038, no, Mr. Kim Man-pal, you brought something so big that it’s ridiculous.”
The unconscious threw the knife straight into the sink.
Then I sat down at the dining table and started taking out the things I had bought one by one.
“I’m not sure if you’ll like the baby food I bought. Do you like abalone porridge? There’s also pumpkin porridge.”
The amount of porridge and baby food that the unconscious mind put down was considerable.
And he also took out a transparent thin tube.
“Oh, right. You won’t be able to taste it because it’s not directly transmitted to your tongue.”
A sharp knife like a scalpel was also seen in the plastic bag, as well as cotton and alcohol.
“This crazy kid…”
Kim Man-pal's eyebrows twitched as if he was having a spasm.
It was because I understood the unconscious intention.
It seemed like they were trying to force food through my throat.
Kim Man-pal's head turned in all directions as if searching for something.
But there didn't seem to be anything that could be used as a weapon.
No. I saw a ceramic flower pot in front of the TV.
If you break that and use it…
Unconsciously, not knowing whether or not he knew Kim Man-pal's thoughts, he placed all the things he had bought on the table and suddenly opened his mouth.
“If there is a soul, if that child were to see this sight. Would he like it? Mr. Kim Man-pal?”
Kim Man-pal, who was slowly crawling backwards with one leg hanging down, opened his mouth as if to respond.
I had to buy time.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“When you went up the mountain together to gather herbs, when the beast covered the land that was dug up.
“Did you think I hadn’t seen it?”
That was an arm.
It was the arm of a child, estimated to be about 9 years old, and not at all decayed.
The unconscious man who got up from the table approached him and said.
“That means there was another person like me.”
“You’re talking nonsense.”
At that moment, his unconsciousness grabbed his sagging foot.
“Kwaaaaak!”
“It’s good that you soundproofed the room. Let’s not talk here and go to the room to talk. The bed is soft and very nice.”
The unconscious moved Kim Man-pal like a puppet.
He overpowered me with force, pressed my body down, and tied me to the bed.
So I tied his arms to the bed with a clothesline.
The sight of him lying on the bed was completely like the character for "large".
The unconscious mind, which had been nodding its head in satisfaction, headed to the living room to get something.
At that time, Kim Man-pal moved around, but the rope was so tight and tough that he couldn't move.
All the wallpaper was white.
I couldn't even find the item.
Is this what a mental hospital like you see on TV or in movies looks like?
Then the unconscious man came back into the room and brought out alcohol, scalpels, alcohol swabs, and some unknown drugs.
“I’ll raise you just like you raised me. All you have to do is lie down comfortably. Oh, and don’t worry, I won’t make you do any work.”
The unconscious man began to pour some medicine onto a towel and soak it in it.
“You must have had a hard time getting here. Take a deep breath and wake up.”
“What are you doing, yuck yuck!”
As the unconscious covered his mouth with a towel, Kim Man-pal's eyes showed the unconscious smiling.
It was an eerie smile.
In that way, Kim Man-pal's movements, which had been struggling, gradually decreased and then stopped completely.
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How much time has passed?
The pupils of Kim Man-pal's closed eyelids moved.
Then his eyes opened wide.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
The first thing Kim Man-pal, who was breathing heavily, checked was his own neck.
I unconsciously tried to grab his hand and touch his neck, but I couldn't because he was tied up. I immediately lowered my head and eyes to check.
The only pain that came was the pain of my bent knee, but my neck was fine.
Just then, I heard someone walking in the living room.
It was obvious who it was without even thinking about it.
The unconscious one said as he came back inside with the chair.
“I felt bad about eating ramen alone, so I tried to wake him up, but he seemed to be sleeping too soundly, so I didn’t wake him up.”
“What are you planning!? Just kill him, you little shit! Kill him!”
The unconscious shook its head.
“I told you. I’ll do the same for you.”
The unconscious sat down on the chair right next to him.
It was to show the intention to work while conscious and not to put the person to sleep.
Then the unconscious spoke again.
“Mr. Kim Man-pal, before we begin, let’s solve one problem. The reason you came here.
“Do you really think you came here of your own free will?”
