Clues
Foggy Rainy Night (2)
Ji-Won, who ransacked the exhibition draft with an insincere face, picks up her phone again in less than 10 minutes. Then he opened the photo album secret folder and looked at one photo of someone in London for a long time.
“CEO, the background here looks pretty good. Do you want me to take a picture for you?
"NO. If I leave a sign of my whereabouts here and there, it will be troublesome for people to remove it.”
Gaon, who refused sharply in a strange way, pondered something for a moment and muttered softly to himself.
"Well, there's no need to do that anymore."
For some reason, it was the tone that made the hearts of his listeners sink. Ji-Won, who can't bear to ask the reason for the melancholy tone, continues to pretend to take a picture of the scene, and manages to get a side photo as she is distracted looking elsewhere. The image was a little blurry as his hands trembled with urgency not being caught off guard, but he did not dare to take it anymore.
“She likes funny things unexpectedly…. Lookatthis. People may not know, but he has different tastes from others.”
Gaon in the photo he has seen for a week, stands in front of a souvenir shop that displays cute items beautifully. Although she has an expressionless face, it is evident in the eyes of Ji-Won, who has been watching her closely for a few days, that she is interested in the items on display there. What caught Gaon's attention, who was generally indifferent to everything, was a tiny teapot with the London Eye* and a red-tiered bus.
[T/N: Located on the South Bank of the River Thames in London, London Eye, is a cantilevered observation in the UK. It can carry up to 800 people at a time during a full 30-minute rotation. From its peak at 443 feet, you can see the magnificent London skyline for up to 25 miles. ]
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, that's funny."
"Do you want me to buy you one?"
"What?"
Gaon, who could not keep up with Ji-Won's speed and immediately pulled out his wallet, shook his head a little late.
“No, I don't think I'll use it. It was an item that someone made carefully, so it had to be handed over to the hands of someone who would use it well.”
Of course, he did not have to use the item himself, but if he liked it, he could display it as a decoration. People sometimes buy useless things to feel good, and then regret it, and that's how they live. Gaon, who turned around calmly with an unapologetic face, remained in Ji-Won's mind for a long time.
Throughout the flight, Ji-Won wants to see various emotions on Gaon's neat face, which doesn't change at all even while he's asleep. And he had to fight constantly with a desire for the fundamental question of whether he could be greedy for a person far above this ability, literally.
There is no reason not to think rationally. The gap between their years of life was so far away that it was difficult to estimate, and the responsibility and mission at the hands of Gaon was so great and dignified that the common sense of ordinary humans did not dare to understand it.
However, the only reason why he let go of his personal feelings was because he lost his strength helplessly in the face of one ultimate and powerful desire. He never thought of himself as someone who walked by instinct. But it's better he doesn't run to Gaon when he wants to. What am I supposed to do? No matter how much I tried to do something else, his face just popped into my mind. What do I need to do to stay focused? Ji-Won sweeps her dry face and stares at the calendar that only shows a few simple schedules for a long time. Of course, that doesn't mean he can make a schedule that doesn't exist suddenly.
'I really want to see it now…. The guides' meeting is next Thursday, and psychological counseling is next week. Haa, why haven't there been ghost troublemakers lately? There was no reason to go to the base. Would it look too shallow to go out there and debate the calculation of pocket money? Yes, no matter how desperate I am, I shouldn't show such a petty image. People will think I'm crazy if I drop by bored.'
Ji-Won kicks her tongue and rubs her neck when suddenly, she senses a presence and glances towards the door. It was Kim Su-Bin from the sound of high heels. He had to knock if he had anything to say. But why didn't he come in and wander around the door? Who knew what was going on in his head was bothering him so much.
"Come in."
"What's? Oh yeah." oh yeah."
When Ji-Won raised her voice and gave her permission, she heard a humiliating answer from outside the door, and soon the door opened with great care. Then Su-Bin, with a pale face, entered the director's office bashfully. Ji-Won, who confirmed that Su-Bin was nervous with her highly fluctuating eyes, let out a short sigh. She does not make eye contact with Ji-Won for half a year after the case of eradicating her ex-boyfriend who has a somewhat stalker temper. That meant it was no big deal for him to come to tell her himself.
"What's the problem?"
“Excuse me.., director.”
"Forward."
“I…. About half an hour ago, an old woman came to the parking lot, but..”.
Su-Bin blurs the end of his speech with a crying expression. Ji-Won looks at him and raises her eyebrows at once to show him to finish his speech quickly. He is aware that he is not patient with the frightened person, but he cannot help it because he is in a situation where he is running out of patients and does not have enough reserves for others.
"But?"
"He keeps talking in the air."
"alone?"
"Yes. He also made a loud noise…. At first glance, he seemed to persuade someone to go somewhere…. Oho! He said something like Jungcheon.”
Ji-Won holds her chin with a slightly bored expression. But once the name 'Jungcheon' was mentioned, he opened his eyes slightly wide and straightened up. If the woman is talking about Jungcheon. Come to think of it, there are so many mindless ghosts in the world. But even a dead man who lost all his wits would shiver as he approached the senior guide, that was what he heard. Do they have a survival instinct? Oh, wait, they're dead. Do ghosts even have instincts?
“Which parking place?”
“VIP parking lot. It's near where you parked your car.
Ji-Won sends Su-Bin out, who looks relieved and lifts the window curtain facing the parking lot. The VIP parking lot behind the gallery building is only open to customers who make advance appointments and visit to buy expensive works, so most are empty except for Ji-Won's car. This is the first time since the opening of a high-density population gallery in a parking lot with few people, or ghosts standing there.
“One woman and three died…. Oh, regular guides have guts. The ghosts looked like ordinary ghosts, but what if they had hidden powers? If they can't be persuaded by words, he should leave immediately.”
Ji-Won looks at the middle-aged woman who is sweating buckets with a haggard face. He stared at the faces of the deceased one by one with a careful look. Even after their death, the faces of the deceased showed a twisted impression, which was proof that they had committed an evil deed. It will be easy to deal with them.
“Maybe the guide entered my gallery with a sense of responsibility. But why do ghosts gather here together, huh? They seem so brave. Other deceased did not dare to approach the gallery when I attended.”
Ji-Won takes out a notebook and quickly sketches the faces of the dead, before opening the door of the emergency staircase and running down. Right now, the guide and the deceased were facing each other sharply, but they turned their heads in surprise when another presence, stronger than them, was felt. The deceased, who instinctively sensed that Ji-Won was different from the woman in front of them, began to look for a way out by rolling their eyes. And Soo-Hwua, who chases nine blocks until they reach her limit to prevent them from escaping, changes her face in frustration.
'I have found the dead with high success benefits for the first time in a long time…. The work's almost done…. But why did I meet the senior guide here? I felt like I was going to cry. I'm mad.'
"Oh, hello."
"You know me?"
Soo-Hwua could not resist*******spontaneously and nodded slowly. There is no way not to recognize one of the three excellent guides in Korea. He heard he was the one who was able to send the dead to Jungcheon in an instant without touching them. Now seeing that the young man was wearing clothes that looked extremely expensive, he knew his abilities were not playful. The world is so unfair.
Ji-Won meticulously observes the despair on her face, and glances at the fleeing deceased. Well, he wasn't in a hurry because he just needed to burn the image he had already made. Yeah, enjoy the world's final freedom to the fullest. It won't be that long.
"Mrs, are you a guide?"
“Yes, I'm Lim Soo-Hwua.”
“I'm Cha Ji-Won. Mrs Lim, where did you chase the deceased?
“From Sengkang Hospital..”.
Ji-Won's eyes grow a little bigger responding to an answer that far exceeds her expectations. If he chased all the way here from Sengkang Hospital.., Even if it was the shortest distance, it would definitely take an hour and a half. Ji-Won, who looks at her barefoot and torn sandals, kicks her tongue inside. He heard there was a guide who worked as a guide for his daughter who became vegetarian due to a car accident. The woman in front of him must be him. No wonder. He thought he was too desperate, but learned that he was following the deceased for a long time even though he knew it was too difficult to do because he only wanted to add a penny to the hospital bill. Ji-Won, who roughly guessed the situation after her evaluation, tries not to make a sympathetic expression and smiles widely.
“You must have had a hard time. I drew their faces, so Bu Lim just had to burn them. You told the deceased about the rules, didn't you? Can I lend you a match?”
"What's? No. That's what Mr. Cha did. How can I…."
"NO. Mrs Lim's hard pursuit is the reason I can draw their faces. Please take. If I burn it with my own hands, it will be recorded as mine, but I am not the type of person who bullies others by depriving them of their work.”
"But…"
Although Ji-Won brightens her face completely, So-Hwua is unwilling to accept her help. He could understand that he was a diligent person. He risked dealing with three dead people who had died more than five years ago, because it would help him pay at least 15 days of hospitalization.
“If you feel very uncomfortable, please buy me a cup of coffee after your daughter recovers.”
“…!”
“I have a good memory, so I will not forget the deal. I'll wait."
"…Thank you."
Ji-Won's smile became a little darker as she received the portrait, and whispered a word of thanks in a deep voice. As the woman burned the three sketches, she thought to herself; I did so because I have ulterior motives, so you need not be too moved.
“You must have been a long time running, right? It's so hot in here. Please come in and drink a cup of cold tea.”
Ji-Won serves a cup of cold tea to So-Hwua, who looks very reluctant, and sits at her desk with a hopeful face as soon as she returns. When he sent Park Jae-Kwon to Jungcheon last year, it took about an hour and 20 minutes for the headquarters to collect his personal information and send someone to visit him in person. How long does it take now? Ji-Won just stares at the phone on the table with crossed hands and hopeful eyes. A wide smile bloomed on his face as the long-awaited call finally appeared.
“Yes, that's Cha Ji-Won.”
[Hello, Director Cha Ji-Won. I'm Deputy Ahn Lee-Jun of Zanice Security Management. Fifteen minutes ago, guide Lim Soo-Hwua escorted the three dead to Jungcheon, and in the process, the director's spirituality was found to have interfered.]
"really? I saw a guide dealing with the deceased some time ago, but I didn't really do anything…. Should I come to the headquarters and check the situation?
[Can you do that?]
Of course you can.
"I'll be there soon."
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