Episode 184
People sometimes misunderstand him, but Song In-myeong is surprisingly a person who knows how to take care of himself. In short, he knows how to read the situation.
‘If that didn’t work, I would have been killed or caught long ago.’
It’s not that they kill everything because they’re annoying and bothersome. It’s not that they kill everything because they’re rare and shiny. To use a metaphor, Song In-myeong was a chef, not a butcher who slaughters cows or pigs. It was Song In-myeong’s job to ask those orthodox people to get the ingredients in the form they want and cook them at his discretion.
That is why Song In-myeong did not kill people with his own hands. If there was someone else who would take away their lives in that way, there was no need to work on the scene and get covered in blood. The only times he would kill people himself were when it was part of his work or when he did not have much free time.
“Hey, who’s… .”
“… … .”
“Mr. Song In-myeong.”
Song In-myeong smiled happily at Munsan-gun’s face, which was turning blue.
“Wow, what is this?”
Then, if you ask me why I am trying to kill Munsan-gun directly this time.
There are probably a lot of reasons, but I just think it’ll be fun.
“The guys I really wanted to kill are all in one place.”
“…you….”
Song In-myeong couldn’t hold back her laughter at the sight of Jeong In-ho’s expression of surprise that was so natural. Moon San-gun’s face grew even more disgusted at the smile that was leaking out, and Jeong In-ho’s eyes were filled with contempt, but what could she do? The current situation was so funny that she couldn’t hold it in.
“Are you all gathered here saying that it’s okay to kill this person, adults?”
Sometimes Song In-myeong found the image of the ‘pleasure killer’, which is entrenched in modern society, convenient.
Killing people is their goal in itself, and they are crazy about the pleasure they get from it. They are emotionally dull psychopaths. They just like killing people, no matter what, and enjoy mass murder. They are so screwed up that they don’t seem like normal people at all. Naturally, they can’t even live a normal life.
‘Those images are sometimes unpleasant, but….’
It was quite useful in times like this.
“… That, that, ah…”
“… Mr. Munsan, please step back.”
Wasn’t at least one Munsan County completely terrified?
“Oh my god, how can someone be so sturdy?”
While mocking Jung In-ho’s behavior of pretending to be a victim and not knowing anything, he was secretly impressed. He also felt disgusted. He was not criticizing him, but whenever he saw such a skillful attitude, Song In-myeong couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t a figure in this industry.
Song In-myeong took out a MacGyver knife from his pants pocket.
“It was a good thing I saved it instead of using it, wasn’t it?”
“… … .”
“You’re not even answering me… Isn’t that too cruel?”
Click, click,
A myriad of tiny knives spun around in his hands.
‘It’s a shame to throw it away after using it only once, but there’s nothing I can do about it.’
When I first spoke to Jeong In-ho, Song In-myeong had already told his friends that he had lost the knife. So even if the bloody knife was found somewhere, he could have made the excuse that ‘someone committed murder with the knife that Song In-myeong lost.’
If he was to be hit in the back of the head, Song In-myeong planned to designate Jeong In-ho as the target.
‘Well, even if that’s not it… .’
I muttered softly as I felt the knife rolling in my hand.
“I don’t know why you came forward.”
With those words, Song In-myeong ran forward, grabbed Jeong In-ho by the back of his neck, and stabbed him in the stomach with his knife. The sound of the blade tearing through flesh and digging into it was vivid.
Phew, and.
“… … ! Ugh… !”
A sound that lingers in the dark forest like a whirlwind.
That shape is too… .
“… Puhahahahaha… .”
It was fun.
Something felt strange.
‘…Why am I so excited?’
Let me say this again: Song In-myeong was a cook, not a butcher. His main purpose and life was to create works using already prepared materials, so the point where Song In-myeong felt pleasure was not murder. That was too one-dimensional and fragmentary, so it wasn’t a job he particularly preferred.
However, Song In-myeong, who stabbed Jeong In-ho in the stomach, was experiencing pleasure beyond imagination. This was unnatural. What kind of pleasure would I feel by stabbing a prospective partner who was not even the subject matter I wanted? It was ridiculous.
This is, so to speak, something.
“… It’s strange.”
Song In-myeong muttered like that and then immediately pulled out his sword.
“It doesn’t matter, though.”
I immediately got my spirits back on track, which had been strangely excited.
Strictly speaking, Song In-myeong has been killing since he was 15, and he is not a fool who would be excited by human blood now. If he cannot even find this level of pleasure, how much more lament would the people he has killed so far be?
“… You, ugh, this…”
“No, it’s ridiculous. If you didn’t want to get sick, you shouldn’t have come forward.”
“Ugh… .”
After finishing speaking, Song In-myeong released the strength in his hand that was holding the back of Jeong In-ho’s neck. Jeong In-ho fell backwards helplessly, holding his stabbed abdomen with one hand. That area is a place where even if you bleed a lot when stabbed, you won’t die easily. Since there was a doctor among the group, he probably wouldn’t die from excessive bleeding.
Of course, it wouldn’t have been too bad if I had died like that.
‘I only stabbed you that much, so if you die, it’s your fate, right?’
Song In-myeong thought so and met Jeong In-ho’s gaze.
“… … .”
“… Ha, shit… .”
Song In-myeong felt a slight pleasure at the vulgar swear words coming out of that pretty face.
“You act all high and mighty, but you look good now.”
As Song In-myeong was about to finish his sentence, he discovered Munsan-gun running away. Song In-myeong let out a low laugh at the sight of Munsan-gun running away, constantly looking behind him as if he was worried about something.
“this.”
“… … .”
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“You won’t be mad at me, will you, sir? Honestly, I think it’s partly my fault for giving you a chance.”
“You son of a bitch.”
“Oh, this is really too much.”
A frivolous laugh escaped.
“Why, you suddenly don’t want to kill?”
He said he wasn’t from this industry, but he looked so skilled that I couldn’t believe it, but seeing him now, it seemed to be true. Judging from the fact that he pushed Munsan-gun, who was trying to kill him, behind him and even gave him time to run away, anyone could tell that he was hesitating. It was an unresponsive attitude.
“I’m sorry for stabbing you without telling you, but I’m not really sorry. Thanks to me, our detective won’t be suspicious, right?”
“… If something happens, I’ll be accused of… self-harming.”
“huh?”
“Shouldn’t I say that I killed Mr. Munsangun… Mr. Song Inmyeong?”
Song In-myeong was amazed at those words.
“Hey, you noticed this right away?”
I hoped it would turn out that way.
“Actually, it was half impulsive, but I thought that if it got to that point, he might be able to enter this industry. He’s quite talented, so it would be a shame to leave him like that. I’m also curious about how he’ll work… .”
“You little shit.”
“The words are getting worse? Well, well, that’s true.”
From the moment I came here,
“And from the moment I allowed a knife to enter my stomach… .”
“… … .”
“One of us has to be eliminated, right?”
That was the reason Song In-myeong took out the knife in the first place.
The first bastard that I killed was killed intentionally by using a monster, so Song In-myeong’s knife has been clean until now. However, there are detectives and doctors among the survivors, so if someone was killed with a knife, there’s no way they wouldn’t know. Also, such a detail meant that the culprit was a human.
If there had been no knife marks on Jeong In-ho’s stomach, it would have been different, but the marks were clearly visible.
“But I’m confident that I can survive just by opening my mouth.”
I also have two friends who will defend me no matter what happens.
Let me say this again, Song In-myeong was not an ignorant hedonist. He committed his first murder when he was going through puberty, and he jumped into this business and did all sorts of things that were not socially acceptable. But he was only caught once, so how clean must Song In-myeong’s work be?
‘Even that tail was intentionally shed by the people above.’
There are people who recognize the value of my work, but I don’t know what they are thinking about.
It was only Song In-myeong, who was his subordinate, who was in trouble for no reason, but it was not a big crisis, so it didn’t really matter. He got up from his crouching position with his characteristically languid smile. Jeong In-ho was still unable to get up.
“Hmm… But our detective Hong isn’t the type of person to kill you for something like that. If we go back to reality, I’ll treat you really well, sir. Should I get you a sponsor?”
“Please get out of here… .”
“I know, I know. I know that people become sensitive when they are sick.”
Song In-myeong burst into laughter, feeling as if he had already won everything.
“See you later.”
Song In-myeong, who had said that, felt a strange discomfort in his overly excited mind and moved his feet.
In order to win completely, you had to kill Munsan-gun.
* * *
“… He’s really crazy… .”
Bam.
Jeong In-ho leaned his upper body against the tree.
“Ugh… .”
There was a bloody trail on the ground where he had dragged his body to the tree, but despite the rather horrifying situation, he didn’t feel as scared as he had imagined. The sharp pain rising from his abdomen might have been paralyzing Jeong In-ho’s mind.
So what he felt was closer to emptiness or futility.
“… … .”
Song In-myeong was right.
‘Are you hesitating?’
Hong Kyung-joon wasted time because he had to witness the murder himself, but Jeong In-ho was even more hesitant. It was Jeong In-ho who even pushed Munsan-gun away without Song In-myeong knowing, even though he didn’t want to run away. He didn’t know exactly why he did it, but it could have been because he didn’t want to see Munsan-gun die like that.
What on earth do I want to do?
Why are you doing this?
“… Seriously, what the f*ck…”
I swore, but the target was unclear. Even if I wanted to swear, I couldn’t tell exactly where or what I wanted to vent my anger on. The unfamiliar form of pain spreading from my abdomen resonated through my fingertips and toes like a wave, and finally struck my brain. I was out of my mind.
As I took my hand off the wound, the bright red blood made a sloshing sound.
“… … .”
If I die like this, where will I go?
‘What choice will I have to make next…?’
My stomach lurched. It was a similar feeling to when I was a young elementary school student who was not used to cars, and when I drove on the road with my uncle for three hours. It was a hazy and infinitely desolate feeling that was too vague to be simply described as motion sickness, and it tickled my eardrums like a thin gust of wind.
The feeling of my brain being molded like clay was quite unpleasant.
“… … .”
“… Mr. Jeong In-ho?”
ah.
‘Is it time?’
Hong Kyung-jun’s face was smooth, as if he was not at all flustered, but he was clearly agitated, even if only slightly. There was more blood than expected, and there was not a single undamaged spot on the ground or body. Hong Kyung-jun’s face hardened with an emotion similar to anger after seeing this.
Jeong In-ho made a bewildered expression at the sight of Hong Kyung-jun quickly approaching him, removing his bloody hand, and lifting his shirt to check the wound. It wasn’t on purpose; he was really surprised.
“Hong, Kyungjun… .”
“It’s detailed. It’s a small blade with a complex cross-section. It’s probably something like a MacGyver knife… At least among the monsters I’ve seen so far, there’s no one that can inflict a wound like this.”
“… … .”
“Where did you go?”
He didn’t even ask the question, ‘Who did this?’
“… I went that way. Maybe, if you go straight down that road… you’ll come across a flower field.”
It was quite a refreshing experience for Jeong In-ho, who had gone back in time twice.
‘Song In-myeong was suspicious too.’
I liked the fact that I wasn’t the only one who had been nagging like that.
It may be because he was out of his mind due to all the blood flowing out, but I thought that Detective Hong Kyung-joon’s hardened face was not bad to look at. His expression, as if he had been hit in the back of the head, showed how shocked he was by the current situation.
He put Jeong In-ho’s hand on his abdomen, held it there, and then got up from his seat.
“Just hold it down.”
“… Okay, right.”
“Mr. Ha Seong-yoon is coming later, so you can ask him to treat you.”
Before I could even think that Ha Seong-yoon had done a good job, he continued.
“I have one more question.”
“yes.”
“Have you ever seen Mr. Lee Jae-heon?”
“… … .”
“…All right.”
Hong Kyung-jun started running again after saying that, wondering what Jeong In-ho was thinking because he couldn’t say anything. It was the direction to the flower garden that Jeong In-ho had just told him about.
But he couldn’t show any reaction.
“… … .”
My breath stopped,
It felt like I was dead.
* * *
Clang.
