Clues
Drunk By Wood Scent (5)
Are you going to work?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"How are you feeling? You look like you're going to fall even without doing anything.”
“I feel like dying. But unless you have an official schedule, it's an iron rule to work on time, even if you don't want to.
Ji-Won, who is walking towards the front door grimacing, pauses, looks at Dok-Yeom's face, and kicks her tongue in disapproval.
“If you feel sick, sleep longer. Don't fall on the road while rushing out for no reason.”
"Yes." Yeah."
Ji-Won tidied herself up in front of the front mirror attached to the shoe rack, and came out without loosening her tabbed expression. Dok-Yeom, who was slowly entering the kitchen with the help of the wall, stopped in surprise as he watched the scene of a scene in the kitchen, as if hit by a bomb.
“ Heuyng .”
Hae-Soo bites her lips with a depressed face, but runs into Dok-yeom as soon as she enters the kitchen and observes every corner of her. In the end, Dok-Yeom couldn't help but give Hae-Soo a pitiful look.
"How can you act like this in someone else's house?"
"Whatchu mean? Brother Ji-Won said that he usually does not eat breakfast, so I made breakfast for him, thinking that it is not good to go to work on an empty stomach the day after drinking. But he doesn't even appreciate my sincerity…. He's overrated.”
"How many pans do you use to cook a bowl of porridge?"
"I don't know…. It keeps jamming. There's still a lot left. Do you want some? To be honest, I tried it and it tastes a little salty.”
"Ha. Give me a bowl.”
Dok-Yeom, who carefully stuffed a spoonful of charred porridge into his mouth with a white look, ran into the sink and vomited it before he could feel it. Although she is determined to pretend to eat something Hae-Soo made with so much effort, she is determined to, he was unable to mask the terrible salty taste that seemed to be created by boiling seawater around ten times with a shallow fellowship.
"You crazy? How much salt did you pour to make it taste like this?”
“I saw the recipe and made it! A very famous blogger told me to add 3 spoons of salt.”
3 tablespoons salt for a bowl of porridge? Isn't that the recipe you use to fuck someone you don't like? Dok-Yeom looks carefully at the phone screen Hae-Soo pokes with suspicious eyes, then kicks her tongue with a silly expression.
"Hey. This is a lowercase t. This is not a tablespoon. It's a teaspoon. Don't you know what a teaspoon is? You know, a small one to drink tea.”
"…really?"
“No, even if you use three teaspoons, it will not taste like this. How do you measure a spoon?”
At Dok-Yeom's interrogation, Hae-Soo, who thinks she has done something wrong, rolls her eyes and pours out a spoonful of salt. That was more than twice the usual amount of a spoonful.
“Ugh, I went crazy because of you. Where did you find this worthless measuring spoon again.Hae-Soo, I am talking about using the usual spoon we use for cooking, not a scoop like a shovel for digging up sand. Didn't you learn this in Household Economics class? What the hell did you do during class time?”
“Do you not know what sports kids do in school? I sleep soundly.”
Tsk, this is why elite physical education is a problem . They only teach students how to exercise from childhood. Therefore, students do not get basic common sense. No, even so, Hae-Soo is too stupid. I can't argue with a guy like this. Hae-Soo becomes enraged as Dok-Yeom's eyes staring at her turn miserable.
“What do you think is easy to win a medal in the Olympics? How can one be good at everything? Choose your goal and focus. Have you heard of it?
“There are many other phrases I've heard from somewhere. Stop messing around and clean up before Ji-Won gets angry!”
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Ji-Won, who can barely hold on in the morning by drinking bottled water while trying to control her mood, jumps out of her seat as lunchtime begins. He had just thought of taking a nap after drinking a bowl of drunk soup, when he heard a familiar ringtone.
[Zanice Security Office.]
“Ahhh..”.
What is it today? I don't want to deal with ghosts. Ji-Won stares at the crystal liquid for a bit, then answers the phone with a slight annoyance.
“Yes, that's Cha Ji-won.”
[Director Cha, I'm Head of Security.]
Unexpectedly, when Hyun-Ho's voice is heard, Ji-won who since morning scowled due to the headache that stuck up, opens her eyes a little wide. The fact that the Head of the Security Office called him directly may be related to Gaon.
"Yes. Forward."
[CEO will be going to Gapyeong in a hurry this afternoon, so may I ask you to accompany him? There are paintings you should look at.]
The corner of Ji-Won's mouth was greatly raised due to the polite coercion of the Chief of Security. Both sides clearly know it's like an order, even so, Ji-Won doesn't like Hyun-Ho's way of talking as if he has a choice. This morning he decided to stop going to the headquarters for a while. His heart was so injured that he needed time to recover.
However, contrary to complicated feelings, the answer was short. No other answer from the beginning.
"So that's it."
[CEO is in an urgent meeting right now. I think he'll be gone around 2 after he finishes the meeting and lunch.]
"Yes. However, I was worried I could not drive because I drank too much yesterday. I also don't have a car now.”
Ji-Won, who hangs up the phone, looks up at the ceiling and sighs. He thought he was childish and arrogant, but he didn't have time to think about it for long. Her eyes were heavy because she had been sleep deprived overnight, and she had not bathed or eaten, so she could smell the alcohol every time she breathed. Time is very narrow to make himself look like a human at two o'clock.
After finishing a bowl of drunk soup, Ji-Won immediately runs home and puts a bunch of bath bombs into the hot water and immediately takes a shower. She was busy wearing a face mask, drying her hair carefully, and choosing clothes carefully. Thanks to this, he was able to meet Gaon with a relaxed and elegant look that was no different from usual.
"Good morning sir."
"Yes, I've seen you a lot lately."
"Yes." Yeah."
“By the way, Director Cha. Are you sick?"
At that moment, Ji-Won's perfect smile hardens a little. But he soon regained his original appearance.
"No sir."
Really do? He looks a little haggard today. Gaon, who looks suspicious for a moment, immediately nods at Ji-Won's refusal. Then she shows Ji-Won the little booklet she saw and asked.
“Do you know Unwol Minnohak?”
"Yes. He was an active artist in the late Joseon Dynasty. Among the landscape paintings, he mainly drew landscape paintings, and in particular, he drew several paintings titled Island 'Geumgangsan'*.”
[T/N: Geumgang Jeondo ( ⁇ ) is a famous landscape painted by Jeong Seon during the reign of King Yeongjo. The title literally means 'General View of Mount Geumgangsan' or 'Intan Mountains'.]
"Have you seen the painting?"
"Yes. I saw one in the City Museum of Art collection. Is the place you are heading to today related to Unwol?”
"Yes. CEO Mochang Construction is a very famous collector of oriental paintings, and he has two Geumgangsan paintings by Unwol in his villa.”
Hearing Gaon's words, Ji-Won's eyebrows shot up sharply. How did he get that? Having two such paintings is astounding.
"Are they real?"
"I don't know. Authenticity is no problem for me. After all, Chairman Mo's family had been having serious problems recently, so I looked around and found that one of the two paintings was possessed by a ghost.
As they climbed the neatly paved mountain path and passed through the heavy gate that opened to the temple, they could catch a glimpse of the vast, neatly laid out garden. And at the end of the garden, a huge mansion that was too big to be considered a simple villa was proudly located.
It was a house built with the best materials, but unfortunately, it did not emit any positive energy. Even from outside the house, it can be said that there is something evil attached to the house. Gaon seemed to have the same idea, he looked around the mansion and sighed at once.
"There really is something."
"Is it similar to the deceased at Rosenvalov Castle?"
“It's a little different than that, but…. Anyway, we should see the painting.”
As they walked into the mansion, a white-haired old man with a healthy appearance was sitting in a wheelchair waiting for them. As soon as he saw Gaon, he bowed politely.
“I haven't seen you in a long time, my lord. Forgive me for sitting here and welcoming you. I can't pick you up because my legs are paralyzed.”
"It's okay. It's been a long time, Chairman Mo.”
Looking at Gaon, who had not gotten a single wrinkle even after nearly 50 years, Chairman Mo quietly wiped away the cold sweat with the handkerchief he had in his hand.
The first meeting with Gaon took place at the site of a large-scale new apartment building, which was first handled by Mochang Construction. The ambitious young man in his 20s, who had just started developing a small company inherited from his father into a medium-sized company, was very tired as construction was constantly delayed due to the constant minor accidents.
Ever since he bought the site, he felt that there was a strange problem. It was not easy to build the floor, and as the building was about to start building the stairs, part of the ground collapsed, seriously injuring a worker. It was an era where if things got bigger and invisible to the government, it could make it stop construction halfway. He had to find a way somehow.
“The quiet earth became chaotic, so God was angry. Sacrifice is needed to appease God.”
As soon as the shaman, who was brought in after a series of questions, browsed through the site, he instantly asked for 10 million won. It was a construction that would never give up, but at that moment, it was a huge amount of money that was not available to him. But since no action was taken, they finally decided to hold a memorial service to appease the wrath of God.
Since it is impossible to hold a ritual in the middle of Seoul during broad daylight, the time is set until midnight. On a moonless night, only three people, the shaman, his student, and the chairman, quietly passed through the fence and entered the scene. And then he saw Gaon for the first time.
"Oh my God."
As soon as the young lady in a sophisticated suit stepped onto the scene, the old shaman whose nose was sticking high into the sky the entire time was horrified and fell face down on the floor. The sight was lying on the ground floor, where dust was rolling, shocking Chairman Mo, who was sensitive due to the incident that occurred at the construction site.
“Oh, how could such a precious person come to such a place. You can let us do other things….
“For you to take any money without my knowledge?”
" …What?"
“I say this because people like you who recognize me do not build a career that cannot be cleaned even after washing it thousands of times in this world. Do you think you can pay for your sins by stacking them in a stash?
At that moment, Chairman Mo did not immediately understand Gaon's ambiguous words, but the shaman, who immediately turned white, began to shake his hand without even lifting from the ground. Gaon looked away indifferently from such a shaman and turned his head towards Chairman Mo. Chairman Mo, who did not know Gaon's identity, thought Gaon was just an arrogant young girl in her 20s. It hurt her pride to submit to such a young girl, but in the end, she had no choice.
“If we don't cut down that tree, you will never be able to build the building.”
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