Episode 301:
That Time Song In-myeong.
“…Ah…”
He grumbled, sitting among the trees with abundant leaves.
“I’m bored…”
Song In-myeong muttered like that, and blood was splattered around him that did not match his words of being bored at all. From the rolling head to the strewn flesh, it was a situation that could have been written as a scene from a horror movie, but Song In-myeong’s face was filled with only brusqueness.
He sat down with his chin resting and sighed.
“If I had known it would be like this, I would have just stayed near the park.”
In reality, there is no evidence and the investigation is hindered, but when Song In-myeong, who was already caught on all charges in the underworld, returned to reality, he had no choice but to avoid detective Hong Gyeong-jun and other members of the underworld. It might be fun to meet him, but Song In-myeong was not an idiot who would give up his future for a moment of pleasure and pleasure.
The sponsor, who was already pleased that Song In-myeong was openly enjoying college life, quickly hid Song In-myeong at his request and, of course, could no longer live near the school. Nevertheless, the moment Song In-myeong arrived in the other world, he ran straight to the park.
“But there are only small things like this.”
Well, I didn’t know when the other survivors of the other side of the world would return to the park since they probably didn’t want to meet Song In-myeong. There’s no way to know where they’ve gone, so I guess they’re just playing around with these small children.
“…Hmm.”
Song In-myeong suddenly felt happy and snorted.
“If you think about it, all those bastards were going to end up like this.”
To him, the underworld was no different from a kind of resting place. I don’t have to worry about enjoying my hobby, there’s no public power to catch me if I get caught, and everyone who dies here has been restored to reality, even if it’s in the form of a mannequin. Even though it has the disadvantage of being difficult to make proper art, it was enough to give me a break.
When Song In-myeong first came to the secret world, he had little understanding of the situation and did not know much about monsters, so he was unskilled in how to deal with them. Thanks to this, his crime was discovered, but in the end, I wondered whether it would have been discovered so quickly if it hadn’t been for just one person.
“…Where do you want to be?”
Song In-myeong’s voice subsided.
“It would be really fun, but I can’t see it.”
Jaeheon Lee.
I wanted to kill that person.
‘No… it’s simply not that problem.’
I wanted to make Jaeheon Lee a work of art.
The pleasure of murder is fleeting, but think about it. In the end, it is works of art that are respected over time. To people living in the same era, it may simply be the traces of a disgusting murderer, but if 100, 200, or 300 years have passed. If more years pass, will I still be hated then?
“No way.”
No, whatever. Maybe so. You can be hated.
‘I can admit it up to that point, but…’
However, the deaths of people hundreds of years later are nothing more than minor incidents in history. People will hate Song In-myeong’s work but will also admire its beauty and uniqueness. Because he had no doubt about that fact, Song In-myeong wanted to leave behind more works.
And I wanted someone named Lee Jae-heon to be in between them.
“There is no one who can leave people behind as long as I can.”
Song In-myeong did not want his tastes to be understood, but he at least wanted people to admire his work. It didn’t matter if it was someone hundreds or thousands of years later. All you have to do is appreciate and applaud even ordinary, insignificant people.
‘I never thought I’d want it this much.’
Song In-myeong, stained with blood, was slowly flowing down as he leaned against the tree. He was half-lying on a chair, looking into space, and muttered.
“…Where has everyone gone?”
I wanted to make Jaeheon Lee a work of art. Even if Song In-myeong was caught by the police and sentenced to death, I wanted to kill him, hand-groom him, and turn him into the most wonderful work of art in the world.
Okay, how about making a long, thin cloth by connecting those short hairs one by one? Even if you carve your nails and trim the bone to make a ring, it will be beautiful. If the eyeballs, which rot quickly, were preserved by soaking them in formalin and placed in a cage made of ribs, and the remaining skin was processed as is, leaving Lee Jae-heon’s form intact. Making it look like a doll or a mannequin…
“I would like to do that.”
The problem was that Lee Jae-heon was born into a very good family.
“Really, ma’am. “How can I touch that?”
Song In-myeong’s family was not that bad, but it was nothing compared to the sponsor or Lee Jae-heon’s family. In particular, the family that protects Lee Jae-heon was closely related to this industry. Lee Jae-heon was closer to a customer than a material, so Song In-myeong did not dare to touch him.
But wouldn’t it be a different story in the other world?
“I tried to do something here, but fuck it. “There is no one.”
It’s easy to trick Jaeheon Lee. If you use a poor guy passing by, say a minor, as bait, he will come over on his own. If you capture mainly young people like that and beg them to die in their place, there is a high chance that they will accept it. Lee Jae-heon was a person who would have welcomed his life if it could be spent in that way.
“But you can see that too.”
Song In-myeong grumbled and lay down.
“What’s the use of all my sincerity if no one can see me like this?”
If it’s not Lee Jae-heon, it’s okay to use chicken instead of pheasant and police officer Kim Yeon-woo. Or Munsan-gun, where there were many tears. Moreover, since they are all pretty, I thought it would look good if they left the skin intact and made dolls like Lee Jae-heon. Of course, this kind of work is difficult to make and there are obvious traces left as evidence, so it is not good for Song In-myeong… but I still thought it would be fun to make it.
There were so many dead bodies around Song In-myeong that he was so bored, but when he thought of the team of survivors he had seen before, even this made him thirsty for no reason.
“I really want to kill Lee Jae-heon.”
Song In-myeong, who was muttering like that, remembered reality and quenched his appetite.
“…I said it felt like someone was looking for me.”
Rumors spread very quickly about the industry he worked in. For an industry with a closed atmosphere where no one can come in and no one can leave, the pace is frightening, but I heard that a few days before entering the underworld, there was someone looking for Song In-myeong. To be precise, there are people who are looking for artists with similar tendencies.
And the people who look for people like Song In-myeong are always rich and powerful crazy people.
“….”
He rolled the corner of his eyes that had been drooping.
“Why does it feel good?”
Hong Gyeong-jun, who began to search for himself more seriously after visiting the secret world, and Lee Jae-heon, who must have given him instructions. I don’t know the exact circumstances, but I felt vaguely happy, perhaps because the timing was unusual.
Song In-myeong laughed as he stood up at the sight of the monsters slowly approaching.
“Can I look forward to this?”
I couldn’t wait to get back to reality.
It’s so boring here that I’ve gotten used to it, but there’s so much thrill outside.
* * *
“There is a place so far away called the art room.”
Jeong In-ho grumbled in a voice filled with subtle dissatisfaction.
“Be quiet. I don’t know what might happen.”
“I don’t feel anything.”
As Ha Seong-yoon said that, one of his eyes was shining like glass.
“…there are no mannequins here.”
Unlike other classrooms, there were no mannequins in the art room. There were four rectangular desks, perhaps to differentiate them from regular classrooms. Ha Seong-yoon, who was looking around, removed his hand from his earlobe and said.
“It’s a Graston desk. It’s a desk with tempered glass on top and artificial marble supporting it. Looking at the cleanliness, it appears to be very well maintained. Usually, desks like this get scratched and dirty easily…”
“Well-maintained means that a lot of care was taken, right?”
“It means that students were controlled well. It’s the students who use the desk, not the teacher. The number of students taking the class may not be very small, but it is surprising that it is difficult to find even a single flaw. Of course, since this is a secret world, only the desk here may be clean. “Different from reality.”
“Should we say that the art teacher’s obsession with the art room is severe?”
“I’m not sure about that, but if the art teacher’s thoughts were truly reflected, wouldn’t there be a possibility? “Are you that perverted?”
“Really…”
Jeong In-ho muttered, his voice trailing off.
“How could such a person become a teacher?”
“That’s right.”
At that time, Kim Ki-jeong, who could not hear the conversation between Jeong In-ho and Ha Seong-yoon and was only looking around the classroom from outside the art room door, opened his mouth.
“…Over there… I can hear a sound from inside.”
As soon as those words were said, the conversation stopped.
Kim Ki-jeong pointed to the door on the left wall. The classroom next door was being used as a warehouse. Kim Ki-jeong hid himself by the door, as if to hide, and Jeong In-ho nodded at him and looked at Ha Seong-yoon.
“I will protect Kim Ki-jeong, so let’s check. “I came here to check if there really was an escape monster…”
“You all know, but I was just checking. Just check. If you think there’s a strange monster, you need to get out quickly. Kang Min-ah is also seriously injured, and our current strength is not good enough to deal with a strong monster like last time in Park. “I think it would be better to just leave school like this.”
“We remember, too, so calm down. “Nothing has happened yet.”
Jeong In-ho felt in real time that Kim Ki-jeong’s condition was getting worse. People who are naturally mentally weak are being weighed down by the atmosphere of an English high school and are losing their composure even more. Ha Seong-yoon, who knew this, seemed to think he had to check and leave as quickly as possible, so he immediately took action.
“You two, please stand in the doorway. Mr. Jeong In-ho is also out…”
“Are you okay?”
“This is a person who survived alone and escaped the hospital unharmed. “You don’t have to worry.”
Ha Seong-yoon, who said that, carefully opened the warehouse door
.
“….”
“…?”
Rattling.
“oh.”
Ha Seong-yoon said with his characteristic gentle smile.
“It’s locked.”
“Hahaha….”
Jeong In-ho took off his glasses and pressed the area between his eyes. Kim Ki-jeong, who could guess Jeong In-ho’s feelings just from that soulless laugh, looked at him with anxious eyes, but Jeong In-ho’s mental reserve was not enough to soothe Kim Ki-jeong’s anxiety.
“I’m going crazy, this damn school is so…”
Jeong In-ho had already exhausted a lot of his mind since taking the class to get an elevator ticket. The proof was that while I was taking class, my mind instantly went back to my student days, and even after that, it was not an environment where I could recover my mind. It’s a pretty close call.
Ha Seong-yoon turned his gaze away from Jeong In-ho and blinked as he looked at the warehouse door handle.
“…I think I need a key, but where are the keys to warehouses like this usually located?”
“…teacher…not the staff room. Why not carry it around in the classroom or as an art teacher yourself? I don’t know, but…” “
Well, if you’re a pervert who is this obsessed with the art room, there’s a good chance he’ll be carrying the key to the warehouse himself. I can’t say there’s a chance that there’s a key in the grade room somewhere. I’d like to check on both of them if possible…”
“Can’t we just stop here and go out and sort out the situation? There are two grade rooms on one floor, and Kang Min-ah’s hand… was cut off. It must have taken a lot of mental energy for everyone to come here, so I think it would be better to rest on the first floor and prepare for escape.”
“Uhm….”
Ha Seong-yoon looked at Jeong In-ho again.
“What do you think, Jeong In-ho?”
“…It may be difficult to find an art teacher, but I think we can check the grade room on the 4th floor. Usually, there will be a seat close to the classroom where you work… I think the art teacher’s grade room is somewhere on the 4th floor.”
“I have similar thoughts.”
Kim Ki-jeong’s face turned white at the conversation between the two.
“I really… why? “You can go back from here.”
“Since I’ve already reached the 4th floor, I feel like I want to resolve everything. Of course, if Mr. Kim Ki-jeong says he is having a hard time, he can stay in the bathroom.”
“I really must be hiding. “I can’t help you anymore…”
“I already told you it’s okay?”
“No, ah, really….”
Kim Ki-jeong, who was so pale as to be pale, groaned for several minutes before opening his mouth.
“…Let’s move together… together.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind? “I have to stop by two places.”
“I’m more scared of being alone.”
Kim Ki-jeong, who came up to the 4th floor, rarely expressed his fears honestly. The fact that Kim Ki-jeong’s unique sensitivity and pride led him to say ‘scary’ meant that his mental strength would soon hit rock bottom, but neither Jeong In-ho nor Ha Seong-yoon pointed this out. It was because I knew that Kim Ki-jeong was showing courage in his own way.
‘…my tuberculosis is getting worse.’
Although he doesn’t seem to be aware of it, Kim Ki-jeong wipes his hands with a handkerchief every time he says ‘I’m scared.’ Ha Seong-yoon thought as he saw that obsessive behavior that appeared without fail.
‘I also need to keep my head straight.’
Lee Jae-heon, who was in the worst condition ever since he came in, and one inexperienced student. Kang Min-ah is losing her senses because her wrist has been blown off. Perhaps due to her influence, the atmosphere of the survivors sank several levels. Jeong In-ho, who was doing his job well, has become corrupted and his patience has become corrupted. Kim Ki-jeong is a detector that will soon be broken.
“…haha.”
“Why are you smiling?”
“No, just.”
It was a perfect situation for them to be killed if they were to be rude.
