Theatrical Regression Life

Chapter 184

Episode 184

People sometimes misunderstand, but Song In-myeong was surprisingly a person who knew how to take care of himself. In short, it meant that he knew how to react depending on the situation.

‘If that wasn’t the case, I would have died or been caught a long time ago.’

Just because it’s disturbing and annoying doesn’t mean you’ll kill everything. Just because it’s rare and shiny doesn’t mean it’s worth killing. To use an analogy, Song In-myeong was a chef, not a butcher who slaughtered cows or pigs. It was Song In-myeong’s job to ask those detectives to get the ingredients in the desired form and cook it at his discretion.

That is why Song In-myeong did not kill anyone with his own hands. If there is someone else who does the work of ending a life in that way, there is no need to work in the field and get covered in blood. The only time he personally killed someone was as part of a piece of work or when he didn’t have enough time.

“Who is there….”

“….”

“Mr. Song In-myeong.”

Song In-myeong smiled happily at Munsan-gun’s face, which was turning blue from white.

“Wow, what kind of rice cake is this?”

So, if you ask why on earth you are trying to kill Munsan yourself this time?

There may be a lot of reasons, but I think it will be fun.

“There are people I really wanted to kill in one place.”

“…You…”

Song In-myeong couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Jeong In-ho making a very naturally surprised expression. Munsan-gun’s face grew more and more tired of the smile that was leaking out, and Jeong In-ho’s eyes showed contempt, but even so, what could he do? The current situation is so funny that I can’t stand it.

“We’re all gathered here saying we can kill this, right, adults?”

Sometimes, Song In-myeong thought that the image of a ‘pleasure killer’ that had become entrenched in modern society was convenient.

Killing people is their goal in itself, and they are crazy about the pleasure that comes from it. They are emotionally insensitive psychopaths. Whatever it is, he just likes killing people and enjoys mass murder. Because the screw is missing, he doesn’t look like an ordinary person at all. Of course, I can’t even live my daily life.

‘Such images are sometimes unpleasant, but…’

In times like this, they were quite useful.

“…That ah….”

“…Moonsan-gun, please step back.”

Wasn’t at least Munsan-gun completely terrified?

“No way in the world can you be this reliable.”

Although I was sarcastic about Jung In-ho’s behavior, calmly pretending to know nothing and pretending to be a victim, I was secretly impressed. It was also disgusting. It was never a criticism, but every time I saw such a skillful attitude, I ended up wondering why he was not a person in this industry.

Song In-myeong took out a MacGyver knife from his pants pocket.

“It was a good thing I didn’t use it and kept it.”

“….”

“Not even answering… isn’t that too heartless?”

Click Click Click

Small knives of numerous shapes spun around in his hands.

‘It’s a waste to throw it away after using it once, but there’s nothing you can do about it.’

From the time I first spoke with In-ho Jeong, In-myeong Song had already told his friends that he had lost this knife. So, even if a bloody knife was found somewhere, the excuse could be used that ‘someone committed murder with the knife that Song In-myeong lost.’

If he were to be stabbed in the back, Song In-myeong planned to designate the target as Jeong In-ho.

‘Well, even if that’s not the case…’

I muttered softly as I felt the knife rolling in my hand.

“I don’t know what you’re going to do by coming forward.”

With those words, Song In-myeong rushed forward, grabbed Jeong In-ho by the back of the neck, and stabbed him in the abdomen. The sound of the blade tearing the raw flesh and digging into it rang vividly.

Sigh.

“…! Ugh…!”

A sound circling through the dark forest like a bouncer.

The shape was so…

“…Puhahaha….”

It was fun.

I felt something strange.

‘…Why am I so excited?’

Once again, Song In-myeong was a chef, not a butcher. As his main purpose and life was to create works with already prepared materials, the point where Song In-myeong felt pleasure was not murder. That said, it wasn’t my favorite work because it was too one-dimensional and fragmentary.

However, Song In-myeong, who stabbed Jeong In-ho in the abdomen, was experiencing more pleasure than he could have imagined. This was unnatural. What pleasure would I get from stabbing a prospective partner who is not even material for the topic I want? This is ridiculous.

This is something.

“…It’s strange.”

Song In-myeong muttered that and immediately pulled out his knife.

“It doesn’t matter, though.”

I immediately grabbed hold of my strangely excited spirit.

Strictly speaking, Song In-myeong had been killing since he was 15 years old, and he was not a bad person to the point where he got excited about human blood. If he couldn’t even capture this level of joy, how much would the people he killed lament?

“…You ugh this….”

“No, it’s ridiculous. “If you didn’t want to get sick, you shouldn’t have come forward.”

“Huh….”

After finishing speaking, Song In-myeong relaxed the hand that was holding the back of Jeong In-ho’s neck. In response, Jeong In-ho collapsed backwards helplessly and held on to his stabbed abdomen with one hand. That part is where he would not die easily even if he bleeds a lot when he is stabbed. Since I said there was a doctor among the group, I wouldn’t have to die from excessive bleeding.

Of course, it wouldn’t be too much trouble if he died like that.

‘I only stabbed you that much, but if I die, won’t it be my arm?’

Song In-myeong thought so and made eye contact with Jeong In-ho.

“….”

“…Ha fuck….”

Song In-myeong felt light joy at seeing the vulgar swear words coming out of that pretty face.

“You’ve done all the pretense of being noble, but you look good now.”

As Song In-myeong continued to speak, he noticed Munsan-gun running away. Song In-myeong let out a low laugh at the sight of Munsan-gun running away while looking behind him, wondering what he was so worried about.

“this.”

“….”

“You won’t be angry at me, right? “To be honest, I think it’s partly the fault of the man who gave me the space.”

“You son of a bitch.”

“Oh, it’s really too much.”

A frivolous laugh came out.

“Why do you suddenly not want to kill me?”

He said he wasn’t from this industry and he seemed so skilled that I couldn’t believe it, but looking at him now, it seemed like he was right. Anyone can see that he is hesitating, considering that he pushed Munsan-gun, who was trying to kill him, behind him and even gave him time to run away. It was an inappropriate attitude.

“I’m sorry for stabbing you without telling you, but actually, I’m not sorry. “Thanks to me, our detective won’t be suspicious, right?”

“…If anything goes wrong, they’ll accuse me of harming myself.”

“huh?”

“Aren’t you going to say that I killed Mr. Munsan-gun… Mr. Song In-myeong?”

Song In-myeong was impressed by those words.

“Hey, you recognized this right away?”

I hoped so if possible.

“Actually, it was semi-impulsive, but I thought that if I got to that point, he might enter this industry. He’s quite talented, but it would be a shame to leave him like this. I’m also curious about how you will work…”

“You idiot.”

“The words are getting worse? “Well, that’s true.”

From the moment you came here,

“And from the moment you allowed a knife to enter your 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 Mojiri bastard he killed the first time was deliberately killed using a monster, and that is why Song In-myeong’s sword was able to remain clean until now. However, there is a detective and a doctor among the survivors, so there is no way they would not know if someone was killed with a knife. Also, such stab wounds meant that humans were the culprits.

If there had been no knife marks on Jeong In-ho’s stomach, the marks would have been left intact.

“But I am confident that I will survive just by speaking out loud.”

I also have two friends who will stand up for me no matter what.

Once again, Song In-myeong was not an ignorant pleasure seeker. After committing his first murder when he was a teenager, he jumped into this world and did all kinds of things that were not socially acceptable. However, since he was caught only once, how neat can Song In-myeong’s work be?

‘Even the tail was spilled by the people above on purpose.’

These people recognize the value of my work, but I don’t know what they are thinking.

For no reason, only my subordinate, Song In-myeong, was in trouble, but it didn’t really matter as it wasn’t a very big crisis. He raised his crouched body with his characteristic languid smile. Jeong In-ho was still unable to get up.

“Uhm… But our Detective Hong is not the kind of person who would kill you for something like that. If you go back to reality, I’ll be really nice to you, mister. “Can I ask you for a sponsor?”

“Please get away from me….”

“You know, you 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.

“I’ll see you later.”

After saying that, Song In-myeong took a step forward, feeling strangely uncomfortable in his overly excited spirit.

In order to completely win, Munsangun had to be killed.

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“…He’s not really crazy….”

Tuk.

Jeong In-ho leaned his upper body against a tree.

“Ugh…”

There was a trail of blood left on the ground as I dragged my body up to the tree, but even though it was quite a horror-like situation, I didn’t feel as much fear as I had imagined. The sharp pain rising from his abdomen may have been paralyzing Jeong In-ho’s mind.

Therefore, what he was feeling was closer to emptiness or emptiness.

“….”

Song In-myeong was right.

‘Are you hesitating?’

Hong Gyeong-jun took some time because he had to witness the murder in person, but more than that, Jung In-ho was hesitant. It was Jeong In-ho who even secretly pushed Song In-myeong to join Munsan-gun, who did not want to run away. He doesn’t even know the exact reason why he did that, but it could have been because he didn’t want to see Munsan die like that.

What on earth do I want to do?

Why are you doing this?

“…What a piece of shit….”

He muttered a curse, but the target was not clear. Even though I wanted to curse, I couldn’t figure out where exactly I wanted to vent my anger. An unfamiliar type of pain spread from my abdomen, reverberating through my fingertips and toes like a single wave, and eventually hit my brain. I was out of my mind.

When I removed my hand covering the wound, the excessively bright red blood made a gushing sound.

“….”

If I die like this, where will I go?

‘What choice do I have to make again?…’

I felt sick to my stomach. It was a similar feeling to when Jeong In-ho, an elementary school student who was not familiar with cars as a child, drove on the road with his uncle for three hours. A feeling of great haziness and infinite silence that could not be described simply as motion sickness entered my ears like a thin breeze and tickled my eardrums.

The feeling of my brain being kneaded like clay was quite unpleasant.

“….”

“…Mr. Jeong In-ho?”

ah.

‘Is it time?’

Although his face was smooth, as if he was not embarrassed at all, Hong Gyeong-jun was clearly a little shaken. There was more blood than expected, and there was no sound anywhere on the ground or body, and upon seeing that, Hong Gyeong-jun’s face froze with an emotion similar to anger.

Jeong In-ho looked dumbfounded when he saw Hong Gyeong-jun quickly approaching, removing his bloody hand and lifting his shirt to check the wound. I didn’t do it on purpose, but I was really surprised.

“Hong Gyeong-jun….”

“It’s a stab wound. It is a blade with a complex cross section and small size. If you ask me, it seems like a MacGyver knife… At least among the monsters I’ve seen so far, there’s no one that can inflict wounds like this.”

“….”

“Where did you go?”

He didn’t even ask the question, ‘Who did this?’

“…I went that way. Maybe if you keep going that way… “There will be a flower garden.”

That was quite refreshing for Jeong In-ho, who went back in time twice.

‘Song In-myeong was also suspicious.’

I liked the fact that I wasn’t the only one who had been pecked at so much.

Maybe it was because he was unconscious due to the blood flowing, but I thought Detective Hong Gyeong-jun’s stern face wasn’t bad to look at. His expression, as if he had been stabbed in the back of the head, showed how shocked he was by the current situation.

He took Jeong In-ho’s hand to his abdomen, pressed it down, and stood up.

“Hold it down.”

“…Sure.”

“Ha Seong-yoon is coming behind you, so you can ask for treatment.”

Before I could even think that Ha Seong-yoon had handled the matter well, he continued.

“I would like to ask you one more thing.”

“yes.”

“Have you ever seen Jaeheon Lee?”

“….”

“…I understand.”

Hong Gyeong-jun, who must have thought that Jeong In-ho could not say anything, started running again after saying those words. It was the direction to the flower field that Jeong In-ho had just told him about.

But he couldn’t show any reaction.

“….”

My breathing stopped and

it felt like I was dead.

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Clink.