Episode 564
It’s not that Song In-myeong is stupid and acts like that.
‘If I really want to win your favor, I’ll have to be nice to these chicks too. I know that.’
Knowing that, I made a bold statement to Park Da-young at the beginning of this episode.
Now that you know about the regression, you must not dislike me in the future for the sake of Jaeheon Lee’s favor, so you will never be in danger by keeping me by your side. That’s what I convinced you.
But now, if I were to openly say that I’m going to kill you, that would be stupid.
“… … .”
Song In-myeong also knew that.
“… … .”
Swish.
He glanced around the concert hall where all the survivors except Han Do-yoon had left, then raised his head and looked up at the large cylindrical water tank.
“… … .”
The tank, which had been blue, was now dyed red.
“…Does a normal person’s body produce this much blood?”
Of course, the amount of blood coming out of one person was enormous, but there was a limit to that.
It was a little odd that this entire tank, which was so large that it almost reached the ceiling, turned bright red just because one person had been torn to pieces.
‘Perhaps this is also one of the exaggerations of the other world.’
The underworld had a tendency to exaggerate even the smallest elements. The same could probably be said of Lee Jae-heon’s blood scattered in the tank. At first glance, the tank where Lee Jae-heon died seemed to be filled with blood rather than water.
Song In-myeong, who was looking at it, turned his head again and looked at the concert hall.
“… … .”
Everything except the bright red tank appears gray.
“… I think it was like this last time too, but what exactly is the reason… .”
It was both interesting and tiring.
‘I don’t think I was originally this stupid.’
Song In-myeong wanted to become closer to Lee Jae-heon, and to that end, he had decided to treat the chicks well. Despite his resolution, Song In-myeong’s heart was easily shaken.
I wonder why I have to try so hard.
“… … .”
Anyway, Lee Jae-heon will call Song In-myeong in whenever he finds him useful.
“right?”
Song In-myeong asked the blood, not the corpse.
“You’re that kind of person, aren’t you?”
A person who doesn’t care whether it’s a serial killer tearing off his skin or something else, as long as it’s necessary. A person who pursues efficiency to the point where you can clearly feel that he’s a crazy person. That person is Lee Jae-heon.
‘The crazier it gets, the more Lee Jae-heon will eventually come looking for me.’
Jae-heon Lee, who was not in his right mind, dealt with In-myung Song without any hesitation. He needed him. As the situation became more urgent and the future became more uncertain, Jae-heon Lee was eventually forced to look for In-myung Song.
Even among the people in the industry, the one who was the most articulate was Song In-myeong. Since someone like Lee Jae-heon would not want to build many connections with people in the industry, when he returned to reality, Lee Jae-heon would learn about the industry through Song In-myeong.
‘Surely they wouldn’t use Eunwoo Jeong, the chief secretary of the Lee Party.’
Song In-myeong licked his lips as he stared at the water tank.
“I’m sorry, but… .”
Lee Jae-heon was always going to try to use Song In-myeong.
Isn’t that enough?
“… … .”
I’m doing this even though I know it won’t be enough.
Yeah, that’s stupid.
‘I know that too.’
If you are called to Lee Jae-heon because you need him that way, it will be difficult to build a relationship that goes beyond business.
Song In-myeong would definitely be dissatisfied with that. So if Song In-myeong made the right choice, he shouldn’t have tormented the chicks like that.
But Song In-myeong just wanted to do some crazy stuff.
“ha….”
I wanted to go wild, giggling and tearing people apart, and putting three or four big blemishes on the faces of those who annoyed me. There was no grand reason for it.
It didn’t matter if he didn’t become the final survivor because of this stupid choice. Song In-myeong was just angry and wanted to vent his anger, so it seemed more like a choice that was true to his emotions rather than a stupid choice.
Because it wasn’t a calculated decision at all… .
“Am I becoming a cripple?”
Song In-myeong scratched the back of his head.
“But what the hell am I going to do, I won’t even remember next time….”
He had almost given up on becoming the ultimate survivor.
‘I can’t go that far with this body.’
Song In-myeong, who was checking my condition, let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.
“…f*ck, if I had known this would happen, I should have taken care of myself at the souvenir shop?”
Although not as good as Lee Jae-heon, who entered the concert hall rooms alone, Song In-myeong’s condition was not all that good either.
The holes all over his body gave him the illusion that air was flowing through them, and his limbs, which had been torn after being hit several times, trembled even when he just stood still.
Still, Song In-myeong could have interfered with and killed the survivors at any time.
‘There’s a reason why they say that even a rotten tooth is a good tooth.’
Unlike them, Song In-myeong knew how to kill people.
“… It feels like 10 minutes have passed already… .”
He picked up a suitable-sized crowbar that was lying on the floor.
It was probably left behind by one of the other survivors, but it could also have been left behind by other survivors long before them.
Anyway, it was a good thing for Song In-myeong, who couldn’t stand to vent his anger.
“… … .”
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Song In-myeong, who was about to leave the concert hall, looked at the aquarium again as if possessed by something.
“…sorry.”
He muttered softly.
“… I don’t know what you’re sorry about, but… I’m sorry.”
Song In-myeong began to suspect that perhaps he was making the pathetic mistake of thinking, ‘I am the protagonist of a tragedy.’ The emotions he was feeling right now were so unfamiliar, and he felt a great sense of self-loathing even when he thought about it himself.
“Just a little bit… .”
Song In-myeong continued speaking without even knowing what I was saying.
“I’m out of my mind.”
I was so drunk I felt like I was staggering down a back alley. My stomach was a little queasy and I couldn’t see anything. My vision was blurry and I couldn’t read the letters, but I could hear the surrounding noises strangely clearly.
I felt a similar feeling in the last episode.
“I feel like I’m on some drugs, this.”
In other words, I felt like I could kill anything, and I wanted to kill anything. That’s because it’s hard to remain calm even when seeing someone close to you die.
Even if it was Song In-myeong’s job to kill people, and even if it was the death of Lee Jae-heon, whose corpse was clearly his future hope… it was still mentally unstable.
“… I didn’t know I would be like this… .”
I just didn’t like seeing Lee Jae-heon being consumed as a throwaway long-term player.
I was annoyed, angry, frustrated, nauseous, and annoyed again. Song In-myeong was quite fed up with his emotions, which were rolling down like a bicycle wheel quickly descending from a high place, only to end up in the same place.
“… … .”
I don’t know anything.
I wanted to go home.
“… … .”
I would have felt a little better if I had known nothing.
‘There is a saying that ignorance is bliss.’
If he had just stayed the same, whether it was regression or something else. If he had really not known anything, Song In-myeong would have just acted as he pleased. But now, for some reason, his mind was complicated.
It was becoming all too apparent that I was doing something stupid.
“… … .”
Song In-myeong, who had been looking at the water tank for a while, spoke to the sound of someone quietly approaching him.
“Will Mr. Han Do-yoon stay here forever?”
“… As I said before, I’m going to go around and take a look.”
“Then why did you come to me? Why didn’t you just run away? You must be pretty fearless.”
“So you’re not a firefighter?”
“That’s true too… .”
Song In-myeong turned around and looked at Han Do-yoon with a smile.
“Oh, this is so embarrassing. You thought I was alone and you were talking to yourself.”
“I didn’t hear anything, so I guess it’s okay?”
“Are you going to keep speaking formally to me? You can talk to me casually like you did when we were at the park together.”
“You’re too scared to do that….”
“You said you weren’t scared earlier.”
“I didn’t say anything like that. I just wanted to say that being a firefighter is a job that involves enduring fear.”
“Um, yeah.”
Song In-myeong said while looking at Han Do-yoon’s face, which was full of fatigue.
“That’s unusual.”
“why?”
“If you’re scared, then just run away. Like everyone else.”
“… … .”
“Why do you want to keep me?”
There was no reason for Han Do-yoon to remain at the concert hall. He seemed to want to collect Kim Ki-jung’s body, and considering that, it would have been more fitting if he had left with the other survivors a long time ago.
But Han Do-yoon didn’t do that.
“Why, do you wish I hadn’t killed my friends?”
I wondered if Song In-myeong was talking to him in order to delay the time when he would go kill the other survivors. Otherwise, there would be no reason for Han Do-yoon to remain here.
At that, Han Do-yoon smiled awkwardly.
“I think so….”
“What is that, again? If so, then it is, and if not, then it is not.”
“I’m also out of my mind right now, so I can’t organize my thoughts well.”
“Oh, me too.”
“… I just hope no one dies… .”
“You little punk.”
I had a feeling from the park that Han Do-yoon was a fool who pretended not to know anything. He was not the type of person who couldn’t think in a calculating manner, but I couldn’t understand why he always made choices that were detrimental to himself.
‘… I guess you too are a similar type.’
Moon San-gun, who didn’t want to die but cried while worrying about others, and Kim Yeon-woo, who didn’t care about his own safety and was obsessed with protecting other survivors. There were just a bunch of people who were really hard to understand.
There was a time when I wanted to bring these guys and make a masterpiece, but now I don’t know. The world filled with only white and black exhausted Song In-myeong’s spirit even faster.
“… … .”
Our Janghwado is also a very kind person.
“…I know you’re a fool, so get out of my way now.”
“Can I not go?”
“I want to see my friend’s face before I die.”
“… … .”
“Don’t you remember? Jeong Eun-woo is walking around here.”
Song In-myeong smiled faintly.
“I want to see Seo Jang-hwa’s face before I die to that gentleman, what right do you have to stop me from doing that?”
“I’m doing this because I’m not going there just to see your face.”
“… I won’t kill our Mr. Han Do-yoon.”
When he pushed away Han Do-yoon who was blocking his way, he was pushed away by Song In-myeong’s hand. It was unclear whether he was weak or out of his mind.
Song In-myeong said as he left the concert hall.
“I won’t touch you. Your friend died and you must be feeling down, so just go and wander around as much as you want.”
“… … .”
“Then I guess I’ll just figure it out… .”
Han Do-yoon was not a strong enough person to survive in such harsh conditions.
Perhaps the current Song In-myeong was like that too.
“… … .”
… So the corpses are talking to each other now?
“That’s right.”
Drumroll, thump… .
Song In-myeong moved forward, dragging the crowbar.
“They’re all dead bodies.”
The sound of the water surging creeps into my brain.
“yak.”
I felt like I was drowning, trapped in a warm blanket.
* * *
Location: Dreamcatcher Aquarium Performance Hall.
The final deceased, Yoon Ga-ram.
Additional regressors… .
“… Mr. Park Min-jun?”
“I’m ready.”
“Okay, try hard.”
… the second regression is underway.
(Continued in the next episode)
