Chapter 352
Theatrical Regression Life
Episode 352
âWeâve been here⦠for several days.â
Woo Joo-young answered Kim Ki-jeongâs helpless question with a despondent look.
ââ¦4 days⦠It seems like itâs almost over.â
âGoing crazy.â
At the answer, â4 days,â Kim Ki-jeong fell from the chair he was sitting on.
Han Do-yoon chuckled at the sight of the semi-solid figure and poked Kim Ki-jeong on the cheek. Kim Ki-jeong said, pushing Han Do-yoonâs hand away in a playful manner that made it seem as if he was poking a stuffed toy.
âWhat on earth did we miss?â
When I first entered room 403, the process was quite easy. It was nice to find the key to young Kim Ki-jeongâs room in the kitchen, play the piano, and use the key obtained as a reward to enter the master bedroom. The problem is that there has been no progress since then.
âEven though I want to go out, the front door still wonât openâ¦â
âThe veranda door is still locked, so it would be right to find a clue in the master bedroom and open the veranda door.â
âThe problem is that we canât find any clues in the master bedroom.â
Yoon Garam, who was quietly listening to the conversation between Kim Ki-jeong and Woo Woo-young, glanced at Kim Ki-jeong, and Kim Ki-jeong, who realized what the look meant, shook his head and said.
âI donât know, I really donât know. To begin with, I was young so I donât remember much, and especially in the living room, there was nothing worth mentioning. âI couldnât even come into the living room.â
âOh, you didnât mean to scare me?â
âUghâ¦.â
Kim Ki-jeong frowned at Yoon Garamâs joke. Even though he denied it so vehemently, he knew that Kim Ki-jeongâs own efforts were desperately needed to escape this damn room 403.
ââ¦What is it really? Mr. Ha, I really donât remember anythingâ¦â
This space was created based on room 403, where Kim Ki-jeong lived when he was an elementary school student. To that extent, I had to do something related to Kim Ki-jeong when I was young to get a clue to move on to the next step. Like opening the door with the key his mother hid in the kitchen, or being able to go to the next room by playing a song on the piano, which he found terrible.
However, elementary school student Kim Ki-jeong really did not have much memory of the master bedroom.
âThey didnât even let me in, so what would I know?â
To help his son develop independence, his parents forbade him from coming into the bedroom to ask for help, no matter how scary his dreams were or whether he was in pain. This means that Kim Ki-jeong in real life, before learning about the behind-the-scenes world, was not sensitive to his own losses and gains without any particular reason. He grew up to survive by tenaciously doing his part.
Of course, as he got older and realized that his parents were definitely abnormal and that he also liked music, he became attached to the industry and his selfish side gradually eased⦠but he denies that the memories of his childhood left an unpleasant trace on him. I couldnât do it.
âHmmâ¦â
Nevertheless, Kim Ki-jeong had to constantly reminisce about his past.
Because I knew that only then could these innocent people, including me, escape the building safely. Or because he hoped so.
âCalm down⦠and think again.â
The calm I had maintained until I first entered this house quickly volatilized during the four days I stayed in room 403, which was already a bad memory, so I may have been unable to remember anything.
Kim Ki-jeong took a long breath and calmed his pounding heart.
ââ¦Have you searched all the places you need to search?â
âThere was no place I didnât search and nothing came out. âItâs full of things you might find at home.â
ââ¦.â
When Kim Ki-jeong was young, he rarely went into the master bedroom, and as he got older and his parentsâ restrictions eased, he had already left room 403 and moved to another house, so he really couldnât remember the master bedroom here. It was only after opening the door and entering that I vaguely thought, âOh, this is what it looked like.â
In that case, it may be that something related to the âhome roomâ happened outside, rather than something that Kim Ki-jeong personally experienced or witnessed insideâ¦.
âYou look like you have something on your face.â
âAhâ¦â
Kim Ki-jeong nodded weakly at Yoon Garamâs words.
âWell⦠I donât remember, but I got scolded a lot when I lived in this house.â
âWhat kind of sad story is coming out this time?â
Kim Ki-jeong responded to Do-yoon Hanâs bitter words with a tired face.
âIt was just a little unfair. I canât remember exactly what he said⦠but there was a time when he misunderstood that I was stealing. âMy parents.â
âStealing?â
âHe stole the coins I was saving in the master bedroom.â
âcoinâ¦?â
When Han Do-yoon and Yoon Garam looked at Kim Ki-jeong with a look of âWhy do you keep the coins in the living room?â, Kim Ki-jeong and Woo Woo-young looked at them with strange expressions. In this turbulent era, there was bound to be a strange gap between people in their 20s and 30s.
Woo Woo-young said with a shy smile.
âNowadays, everything is done with credit cards, so we donât often use bills, let alone coins, but in the old days⦠um. In the past, we often used cash. That means you have a lot of change, and among the change you usually have coins⦠so there was a coin box to keep those small coins in one place. At least thatâs how it was at my house.â
âWhat Woo Joo-young said is correct. My house had coins collected in a small box, and I think the box was in a drawer in the master bedroom. âTo be honest, Iâve only seen the coin box a few times, so I canât remember for sure.â
Even as Kim Ki-jeong said that, he felt that he was getting closer to the answer.
ââ¦But thereâs no coin box in this master bedroom right now, right?â
Clues can be found by looking for them, but rather, their existence could have been noticed because they were not there. Kim Ki-jeong remembered the empty space in the coin box that must have existed in this master bedroom.
âThen at best, what comes out will be numbers. âWhat can you solve with numbers?â
Yoon Garam opened his mouth in response to Kim Ki-jeongâs muttering.
âLock.â
âoh.â
âThereâs a lock that opens by turning the number plate.â
ââ¦Butâ¦â
Seeing Kim Ki-jeong frowning as if he was still unsure, Han Do-yoon, who was standing next to him, left the master bedroom, checked the veranda, and returned. His expression brightened considerably, as if he had found hope.
âI got a lock! 4 number lock! âHanging from the balcony handle!â
âOh shit.â
ââ¦? Mr. Kim Ki-jeongâ¦?â
âNo, I just feel bad.â
âyes?â
âeww.â
ââ¦.â
Han Do-yoon blinked and asked at his reaction.
âEven if itâs a bad memoryâ¦?â
âDo we really have to go to the veranda?â
ââ¦Kim Ki-jeong, you can stay here.â
ââ¦.â
Kim Ki-jeong, who had been thinking for a while with his mouth shut, shook his head and stood up.
âNo, Iâm more scared of being left alone.â
Before I knew it, Kim Ki-jeongâs face had become quite pale.
In fact, it was a bit strange that the door to the veranda at the back of the house, which was used as a utility room, was locked with a lock. Kim Ki-jeong probably recalled unpleasant memories related to that veranda. They looked at Kim Ki-jeong with worried eyes and moved to the veranda door.
Kim Ki-jeong said, covering his mouth with his hand as if he felt even worse after seeing the lock.
â1400 won.â
ââ¦ah.â
âThis is the number of money I was scolded for stealing. Please open it.â
âOh my, thank you for your hard work.â
1 4 0 0.
The lock opened with a small clicking sound.
ââ¦.â
ââ¦.â
What lies beyond the carefully opened door isâ¦
ââ¦!â
It was a small-sized monster.
âBack, backâ¦! âEveryone, come back!â
âRaise your weapons!â
âWe have to close the door firstâ¦!â
Han Do-yoon, Yoon Gar-ram, and Woo Joo-young talked urgently, but Kim Ki-jung stood there without saying anything.
Only then did Do-yoon Han, who noticed that Kim Ki-jeongâs reaction was strange, shake his shoulder and call him out.
âMr. Kim Ki-jeong? Are you okay?â
ââ¦.â
âOver there.â
âI think I know how to get out.â
ââ¦yes?â
Han Do-yoon looked into Kim Ki-jeongâs eyes.
ââ¦.â
The pupils were dilated.
Naturally, it was not a good sign.
ââ¦Wait a minute.â
Despite Han Do-yoonâs dissuasion, Kim Ki-jeong approached the monster and grabbed its wrist, which was curled up in a ball, and roughly lifted it up.
Whoop!
ââ¦.â
ââ¦Oh there.â
Woo Woo-young, who felt strangely uncomfortable, called Kim Ki-jeong, but was speechless for a moment when he saw the monster that staggered to his feet at his gesture. The same was true for the other party members.
A monster wearing a pitch black childrenâs tailcoat. What hung on the skinny childâs body was not a head, but two colorful hands, the ends of which were covered with slightly red bandages. The musical staff pattern drawn on the clothes did not stay still, but moved around, disappeared, and even shook.
ââ¦.â
ââ¦.â
It was definitely a bizarre sight, butâ¦.
ââ¦I wonder if thatâ¦.â
ââ¦.â
âAhâ¦.â
That was Kim Ki-jeongâs childhood. It was definitely a monster that was reflected.
ââ¦.â
Do-yoon Han felt sorry for âKim Ki-jeongâ, that monster.
It was twisting its body this way and that, trying to get away from the adult Kim Ki-jeong, who was holding its wrist. The hand he was holding was trembling, and his body was whining and turning over and over again, like a dog trying to escape from a leash. Even so, the monster as skinny as a toothpick could not escape from the hands of a grown man.
âMr. Kim Ki-jeong.â
âWhen I was a kid.â
Kim Ki-jeong interrupted Han Do-yoon.
âIf I didnât listen, my parents would kick me out the front door.â
âKim Ki-jeong, calm down.â
âThe veranda was the space where I hid because I was afraid. All other places had locks, and if you hid in those places, you could have been trapped for a long time. I knew I would get caught anyway, so I hid in a place that couldnât be locked. Fucking stupid. âI will try to avoid it even for a moment.â
âMr. Kim Ki-jeong.â
âIf you kick this out, the door will open.â
Kim Ki-jeong paid no heed to Do-yoon Hanâs call and dragged the monster toward the front door. The eyeless and mouthless monster did not cry or scream, but instead of being unable to speak, the stave pattern on its tailcoat flashed rapidly as if it was making noise. I showed fierce resistance by stomping my feet as if I didnât want to be dragged away and hitting Kim Ki-jeong, who was holding me with his hand.
But it didnât hurt at all. There were no hits.
âWhat an asshole.â
The parents who took Kim Ki-jeong with him when he was young were probably like that too.
Kim Ki-jeong felt as if maggots were crawling from the hand holding the monster. I had a miserable imagination that it would eat my palm, lay an egg inside it, and then it would hatch and eat my arm. He didnât even have time to take out a handkerchief and wipe himself, so he scratched his neck and ears with his remaining hand.
âdirty.â
Itâs scary. It tickles. itâs annoying. stuffy. I want to breathe. Oh really really.
dirty.
âWhat the fuck, you stupid bastard is just calling this a rebellionâ¦â
I canât hear the surrounding sounds. I couldnât even hear myself saying anything.
Iâm just struggling, consumed by my thoughts.
ââ¦If you do this, the door will open. Because you have to kick me out. No, this isnât me. Still, Kim Ki-jeong needs to be kicked out. You didnât listen. An idiot who canât even resist properly. We have to kick them out. The door will open. âGo outsideâ¦â
My thoughts are cut off.
ââ¦Go outâ¦â
Maybe it was a line of reason.
âGo out.â
âalso.â
âlike that.â
Kim Ki-jeong, standing in front of the front door, pressed the button on the door lock.
âIs that what happens?â
Unlike just before, the button worked flexibly and a mechanical sound announced the unlocking, and Kim Ki-jeong felt nauseous at the change that seemed like he had been waiting for it. I wanted to peel off my skin and dry it in the sun.
However, Kim Ki-jeong will be thrown into a dirty and damp room. Youâll roll around in the mud, be chased by bugs, get scared by the sounds of flying animals, and then run away here and there and be dragged away by a crazy old man. Saying no will be useless, and telling the truth will not work. Kim Ki-jeong will eventually return to his damn parents and live half his life suffering from their bullshit, and then I will.
Go outsideâ¦.
ââHey Kim Ki-jeong!!â
âYah?!â
Kim Ki-jeong looked back at Do-yoon Han with a grim face at the sudden informal speech.
âhey? Did you say hey now?! âNo matter how much of an asshole I am, Iâm older than youâ¦!â
âNo, please! Come to your senses! How many times did I say that!?â
ââ¦.â
Kim Ki-jeong blinked at Do-yoon Hanâs loud voice.
ââ¦Ahâ¦.â
I lost consciousness
for a moment .
ââ¦.â
ââ¦.â
The monster caught in my hands was still busy struggling.
ââ¦Ugh!â
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Kim Ki-jeong reflexively let the monster go roughly.
âLike thisâ
âKim Ki-jeong.â
âI didnât mean to do this. âIt wasnât.â
Contrary to my desire to answer something properly, the voice that came out in a hurry was harsh and unsightly.
The hand that was holding the monster trembled. The itch and disgust that was eating away at my elbows are eating up my heart and digging into my brain, making me dizzy. I got goosebumps and gasped at the horror, as if the mucus from my brain was about to pop out of my eyes.
ââ¦really.â
The monster released from Kim Ki-jeong did not run away but was just looking up at me.
âItâs not thisâ¦this.â
Kim Ki-jeong, whose legs lost strength, collapsed into his seat.
The cold temperature of the floor of the front door reminded him of the nightmarish reality and soon reminded me of what I was trying to do.
âThis isâ¦â
I tried to do the same thing as my parents.
ââ¦.â
Because
I too was desperate for âKim Ki-jeongâsâ sacrifice.
* * *
I cried.
(Continued in the next part)