Chapter 111 – Result – Part 19

Chapter 111 – Result – Part 19

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Smash!

“Ugh… you son of a bitch…”

The man, who was bandaging his dangling wrist in the living room, spat out curses as if chewing on them.

It seemed his wrist joint was somehow dislocated.

Bang!

Crash!

The man’s gaze moved to the entrance.

The behavior of the masked and hooded figure didn’t seem like a police officer.

Then who was it?

He couldn’t figure out the identity of the person who kept smashing the glass.

But he knew one thing.

The look in the eyes of the person who was staring at him.

It was degradation. No, it looked like they were enjoying it.

Is he crazy?

The man quietly gripped his knife.

He thought about running away, but by the time he tore down the security screen, it would be too late.

Rather than showing his back while tearing down the security screen… In that case.

He would hide, wait, and deal with him.

That’s what he would do.

It wouldn’t be too late to deal with him and then escape.

Even if this place became a bloodbath, the police would have no way of knowing his identity anyway.

As the man kept a close watch on the shattered entrance, a black shadow slowly appeared from outside the broken front door.

It was Woojin, or rather, the face of Unconscious.

It was too dark to see clearly, but the light-filled eyes looked like the eyes of a ghost.

The man felt a cold stream of ice water run down his spine, and his hair stood on end.

As if to overcome his fear, the man’s grip on the knife tightened. Then he quietly moved his steps, leaning his back against the wall right next to the entrance, concealing himself.

It was to use the knife as soon as he entered.

Then, the voice of the guy who broke the glass was heard.

“Oh dear… What are you doing in the dark without turning on the lights?”

His hand came through the broken front door as if to open the locked door.

Should I stab him now?

No.

When he comes in, I must aim for his carotid artery, his neck.

Cold sweat streamed down his cheek like tears as he leaned against the wall.

Click.

Then, the unconscious man who opened the door turned his head, looked at Park Inhyeok and the woman, and smiled slightly.

But they didn’t know Woojin was smiling.

“Wait there for a moment.”

Park Inhyeok raised his hand as if to grab Woojin.

“Dangerous…”

The unconscious man shook his head and approached Park Inhyeok.

And he spoke softly, like Woojin.

“You know very well what kind of person I am. Don’t worry. I think the kidnapper might escape. If it seems dangerous, I’ll come out right away. As for the actor, the police might get lost. If you see a police car, please bring them here immediately. And this is a secret… I’m also really good at fighting.”

“Still, waiting until the police arrive…”

“I’ll come out of the room. Just in case the kidnapper tries to escape through the main entrance. Please protect me, Actor Park Inhyeok.”

“It seems too dangerous…”

“Really, really, really, I’m fine.”

Swaaaah-

The rain began to pour again, and the unconscious man welcomed the rain and approached the door again.

Because the sound of rain would hide the screams.

The unconscious man pulled the door.

Hee hee hee!

With an unpleasant screech of glass, the front door opened.

Even though Unconscious was wearing a mask, he waved his hand around his nose as if something smelled bad.

“What a smell.”

Then, he playfully stepped into the entryway and said,

“Alright, Master, I’m entering now.”

Suddenly, a black shadow rapidly flew towards Unconscious.

A flashing knife aimed precisely for Unconscious’s neck.

Unconscious’s body twisted slightly.

The knife blade, narrowly missing, seemed to move very slowly, like a slow-motion video.

Unconscious’s eyes were reflected on the side of the knife.

Even that seemed like looking in a mirror to Unconscious, and the reflected eyes were smiling.

Unconscious immediately snatched the man’s wrist, pushed his obliquely turned shoulder, and tripped him.

He had used the man’s strength against him.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

Unconscious, still holding the man’s wrist, opened his mouth playfully.

“Mister, your idea was good, but you shouldn’t have even breathed. My ears are very sensitive.”

Unconscious twisted his wrist.

Crack.

As the sashimi knife he was holding fell, a desperate scream burst out.

“Aaaah!”

Thus, he could no longer use his hands.

The man trembled and asked,

“Wh-wh-who are you?”

“A really handsome guy. And he’s overflowing with charm.”

Woojin grabbed him by his hair and dragged him into the living room.

Unable to use his hands, he couldn’t even brace himself on the floor, truly being dragged like a dog.

The man instinctively tried to put his hands on the floor, but the immense pain of his dangling wrists bending backward forced him to let his arms hang limp.

“Ugh!”

As if completely uninterested in his groans, Woojin looked around without even turning on the lights.

“You live as dirty as you look.”

The living room was messy.

It should have smelled of mold, but there was none.

Woojin chuckled.

There wasn’t just one or two travel suitcases.

The floor covering had also been recently replaced.

From one spot, the smell of bleach emanated.

It was a small bathroom.

“The room is so dirty, but you seem to keep the bathroom clean? Why is that?”

Woojin dragged him by the hair into the bathroom.

“Ugh! Just kill me, you motherfucker!”

“Nope, can’t do that.”

With that, he flung open the bathroom door.

“You seem to have cleaned diligently, but it’s not exactly spotless.”

Woojin truly dragged him around like a dog.

He went to the master bedroom, then to the small room, and then back to the kitchen. Just then.

Woojin lost his grip on his hair. Or rather, to be precise.

Woojin looked at his own hand holding a clump of hair.

And shifting his gaze to the top of the man’s head, he let out a lamenting sound.

“Mister, what should I do? It looks like you’re going to have a big bald spot on your crown… But it strangely suits you, doesn’t it? I’ll tell you because you’re probably curious. It looks like the radius is about 9cm.”

“You crazy bastard… Ugh!”

Unconscious grabbed his hair again.

Then he flung open the refrigerator door and squatted down.

Unconscious lifted the man’s face and looked into the refrigerator with him.

It was full of black plastic bags.

“You’ve really set up a butcher shop in your house. It was the same in the yard, but what does it taste like?”

At Unconscious’s tone, which implied he knew everything, the man gathered his thoughts and asked.

A phlegmy voice came out of his mouth.

“Wh-who sent you?”

Unconscious let out a chuckle, thinking of Woojin, who was probably watching him right now.

“Such a naive fool. The funny thing about him is that he keeps trying to live with others. He could be anything if he were alone, but he’s burdened himself with all these annoying attachments…”

Unconscious, who was speaking, flinched.

But that was only for a moment, and then his golden eyes formed into crescent moons.

“I get it. I get it.”

The man felt shivers run down his spine, even more than the pain.

His act of conversing with an unseen opponent made him look like a true psychopath.

Unconscious closed the refrigerator door as if there was nothing more to see, and threw him down.

He stroked his chin as if admiring a work of art, looking at him.

“Something seems to be missing… Oh, right.”

As if remembering, Unconscious snapped his fingers! He grabbed the man’s hair and looked down at his face.

“There were no bruises. No bruises.”

Unconscious’s eyes were reflected in the man’s pupils.

His smiling eyes looked truly insane.

And then he felt a flash! in front of his eyes.

“Gag!”

Unconscious’s fist landed squarely on the man’s face, and when the man regained consciousness.

Woojin stood holding the Sashimi Knife the man had been carrying.

At that sight, the man chuckled.

“Kill me. Go on, kill me!”

Unconscious’s finger twitched from side to side.

“Oh, old man, I can’t do that. I haven’t heard the answer I want yet.”

Unconscious bent one knee and cut his long-sleeved shirt with the Sashimi Knife.

Before he knew it, the knife held by Unconscious was touching the man’s shoulder.

As he did so, Unconscious momentarily Observed his own state.

No sanctions came from Woojin.

This meant the Righteous Path could overlook it.

Permission had been granted, so to speak.

“I asked what it tasted like, didn’t I?”

“Aaaah!”

The man couldn’t answer and shrieked, spitting saliva.

It was because Unconscious had thinly sliced off the flesh from his shoulder.

Holding the thin piece of flesh in his hand, Unconscious spoke.

“Old man, ah~. Say ‘ah’. You seem to have trouble remembering the taste, so you can’t answer. I’ll help you recall it.”

“You crazy bastard… Ugh!”

As Unconscious brought his hand to the man’s mouth, he clenched his teeth shut.

But Unconscious pressed the tips of his molars with his index finger and thumb, forcing them open.

Unconscious smirked.

“Be glad. If I could control myself 100%, you’d be dead. But I’m cooperating right now, so I can’t.”

Unconscious shoved the piece of flesh into the man’s mouth, then personally pushed his finger all the way in to help him swallow it.

“Gasp! Huff! Huff!”

The man, whose flesh had been devoured, stared at Unconscious with trembling eyes.

“Why are you doing this? Cough! Cough! Why are you doing this?”

This madman, who didn’t seem to be a police officer, broke into his house, poking around everywhere, and it was clear that no one had sent him.

He could be sure of it.

And it didn’t seem like he had reported it either.

“You… perhaps… think someone I know was harmed by me…”

Unconscious, who had been quietly looking down at him, shook his head.

“Just… because I wanted to see you like this, old man.”

Then, at the faint sound of a siren in the distance, Unconscious looked towards the entrance and continued speaking.

“There’s no other reason. I’m serious. Just like you did what you wanted to do, there’s no other reason. So. You understand me, right?”

As Unconscious turned his head back to the man, he flinched.

“Alright, old man, we have to act now. Before that, we should eat well, shouldn’t we?”

Unconscious covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

And brought the knife he was holding to his thigh.

“Gaaah!”

The man’s eyes turned crimson, as if tears of blood would soon stream down.

He felt the terrible pain of his thigh being cut, sliced thinly like a piece of meat.

Unconscious stuffed the flesh back into his mouth and moved him like a doll, preparing the scene.

The man had filleted human flesh, preparing it to be sold or given to someone.

This house, like a slaughterhouse, explained everything.

If this incident were exposed to the world, the repercussions would be immense.

However, Woojin would slip away as if he were never there.

And a separate actor would be put forward to directly apprehend the criminal.

How would they explain the man’s fractured wrist and the slice-like wounds?

Such an elaboration doesn’t need to be meticulously crafted.

It was an unavoidable incident that happened while catching a criminal, and the world’s anger would criticize him without caring about such things.

Above all, this was Kim Taehyun’s jurisdiction, his home turf.

Furthermore, there was Deputy Division Chief Prosecutor Kim Cheolung, who harbored political ambitions.

Interesting things are going to happen.