Chapter 363
Theatrical Regression Life
Episode 363
Return from the sinkhole and return to room 1201.
âFound the first page!â
âOh, where have you been?â
âIt was under the bed. âItâs full of dust.â
Garam Yoon and Woo Wooyoungâs search speed was very fast.
In fact, it was natural that the search speed was faster compared to Kim Ki-jeong, who was the only person in the large living room, or Jeong In-ho and Hong Gyeong-jun, who made faces when they made eye contact. Since the two competent people were cooperative, it wasnât that difficult to find the missing note.
This time, Garam Yoon found the second page.
âI found it in the dressing table.â
âOh, the dressing table⦠Is it because the dressing table is so fancy because it has been transformed by the power of the other world? âItâs so glamorous that it looks like something that could happen in real life, so I canât get a feel for it.â
âRegardless of whether it has been modified or not, I can roughly understand the taste of the owner of the dressing table. âI guess you like luxurious things.â
âI like luxurious thingsâ¦â
Woo Joo-young made a strange expression as he recalled the information he received from the management office.
âIâm not saying that all people who like flashy things are bad, but I donât think the owner of this vanity unit had a good personality. âI feel uncomfortable for no reason.â
âEven though there is no law that says the information received from the management office is 100% true⦠first of all, considering the thoughts buried in room 1201, it seems that it was not a home where the child could live comfortably. âThere is a high probability that Jooyoungâs guess is correct.â
âHome should be comfortable.â
Woo Woo-young, who was looking at the upper shelf of the closet, found the last page.
âThere you go, chapter three. âI found it.â
The two people who secured all the torn pages of the notebook stared at the fluttering papers.
ââ¦Was it written in crayons from the beginning?â
âNo, I think it was a ballpoint pen.â
The sentences in the notebook, written with a thin ballpoint pen and in an adult-like handwriting, were deformed. Even at first glance, the large, bumpy, colorful font looked as if it had been written by a child with limited hand strength.
âHmmâ¦â
Woo Joo-young narrowed his eyes and scanned the torn paper back and forth.
âMy poor bastard is the first. Dadâs love is second⦠I think momâs love is third. Is that right?â
âLooking at the way it was torn, I think itâs right.â
âThe order is the order, but the color of the contents of the notebook is also important.â
The content that had been written in black ballpoint pen had been changed to appear as if it had been written in red, green, and yellow crayons. Woo Woo-young and Yoon Garam simultaneously raised their heads and looked at the master bedroom painted entirely in black.
Garam Yoon said.
ââ¦They were all blackâ¦.â
âThe only ones that were colored.â
âClothes in the closet.â
âThe only ones in there arenât black.â
âI think it was red.â
The two came to a conclusion in an instant and stood in front of a long closet.
When I fell into a world that had become sloppy, like a childâs drawing, the pages of the notebook were torn and turned into different colors. It was clear that they were a clue to escape, but they were the only clothes with color. There was no reason not to check it out.
âWoo Joo-young, please look to the rightâ¦â
âPlease take care of the left.â
The large closet was filled with elegant or flashy clothes, but most of them looked like expensive womenâs clothes. After looking through the various clothes hanging as if they had been moved around an entire department store, Woo Soo-young opened his mouth.
âCould it be a number?â
âIt seems like you had similar thoughts as me.â
âThis one has 1 green, 3 yellow, and 2 red.â
âThere are no green clothes here, 6 yellow clothes and 1 red clothes.â
âThen⦠the order of the notebook pagesâ¦â
First page [My poor baby]. Red. A total of 3 clothes.
Second page [Daddy didnât abandon you, you know?]. green. A total of 1 piece of clothing.
Third page [Mommy loves you]. yellow. A total of 9 clothes.
â3 1 9.â
If I were to list the numbers I found, it would be 319.
ââ¦didnât something like a lock appear somewhere?â
âIknow, right. As soon as Kim Ki-jeong thought of something, a lock appeared on the veranda.â
âIf something that wasnât there before was created, Iâd like it to be something like sound effects. Even in games, when a user discovers a crucial clue and a change occurs, a sound is made. In the other world, there is no sound and there is no bright lightâ¦.â
ââ¦.â
ââ¦Mr. Garam Yoon?â
âIs it shining?â
Garam Yoon pointed to the TV across from the bed in the master bedroom.
âItâs on.â
The TV in the living room that I couldnât touch since I searched it because it didnât have a remote control. It was making a dirty noise, unlike a wall-mounted TV that appeared to have the latest specifications.
Woo Woo-young was in tears.
âWow, really wow⦠Wowâ¦.â
âMr. Joo Joo-young?â
âI really donât like this. This is a complete horror movie cliché. âItâs a premonition that someone is about to disappear, die, or something like thatâ¦â
âCalm down.â
Garam Yoon comforted her with an elegant and soft voice.
âIn the secret world, words become seeds, so youâd better be careful.â
ââ¦.â
âMr. Jooyoung?â
âyes.â
Woo Woo-young safely returned to his senses. Indeed, it was a quick recovery worthy of a person with a healthy mind, whom Lee Jae-heon sincerely praised.
And it collapsed quickly.
âHuhhhhh.â
âMr. Jooyoung?!â
âUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuâ¦.â
âHurry up and bring back human language. If you lose your mind here, youâll be in big trouble!â
âHuhhhâ¦.â
It was because of the word âdieâ that filled the screen of the TV, which was not small at all.
âAna! really! like this! Weak! âYou bastardsâ¦!â
âWho are you talking to?â
âI donât know. Someone must be watching and having fun while weâre rolling around like this! I heard there is something like a god here! Well, the manager did something! Is it fun to watch something like this!! uh?!â
âSay something that only Teacher Ha Seong-yoon would sayâ¦!â
Woo Woo-young, who was lying on the floor and roaring like a bear, was able to shake off his fear with the help of Yoon Gar-ram. Thanks to the kind words of comfort from the kind flower shop owner, who said, âIf someone comes to kill you, I will burn them to death,â I was able to calm down.
Yoon Garam blinked at the sight of Woo Joo-young, who suddenly calmed down.
âYouâre recovering faster than I thought.â
âI realized once again that the survivors of the underworld basically have a subtle madness.â
âyesâ¦? Me?â
âThe country needs to come to its senses too. âDonât worry, Iâll take care of it.â
ââ¦.â
âMr. Garam Yoon?â
At her call, Yoon Garam blushed shyly and said,
âPlease take care of meâ¦.â
âThis lady? Is now the time to make that face?â
âYouâre so reassuring, so stop.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhy is there no summit here?â
No one mentioned the fact that Woo Joo-young, who engages in skits in the other world, is also insane. It was urgent because it was urgent to escape from the room where I felt like I was going crazy.
âNo, even if thatâs the case, what on earth is this 319 used for?â
âFirst of all, I have a remote control.â
âWow, when did they come into being?â
âIt was placed on the bed.â
âHmmâ¦â
Woo Soo-young looked at the pitch-black ceiling and said.
âWhen I checked the apartment complex in the past, it seemed to be very clean, but room 1201 was particularly dirty. Rather than saying itâs dirty, should I say it feels like there are traces of people living thereâ¦?â
âIt definitely felt like a model house when I moved into another family. I couldnât sit or lie down easily. âIt is true that it feels warm compared to other houses that only looked like ornaments.â
âEven that is damp. I also say that I can feel the energy of people living when I see a place where monsters liveâ¦â
Woo Woo-young took the remote control from Garam Yoon and pressed the number panel in order: 3 1 9.
âah.â
fluttering.
A note fell from behind the TV.
ââ¦.â
ââ¦off.â
At the same time, the TV screen turned off and the remote control did not work. Even if I pressed the number again just in case, it was the same.
Garam Yoon picked up the note that had fallen from the TV.
âIt doesnât look like it fell out of the notebook like we found it.â
âIt seems like the paper itself is different. âWhat does it say?â
âWith black crayonâ¦.â
[Choking]
âIâm choking.â
Garam Yoon raised his head.
âIt saysâ¦â
ââ¦crazy?â
A fire began to burn from the edge of the room.
Garam Yoon laughed.
âFeel bad.â
How can it be so annoying?
Thanks to the lighting, I could barely see what was in front of me, but the dark room, which was all black, instantly became brighter. Unlike Garam Yoonâs, the bright and colorful fireworks sparkled and had a particularly high brightness. Light yellow light was reflected here and there, as if the cross-section of a gem had been illuminated.
While he hesitated at the sudden situation, a flame ate Woo Woo-youngâs hand.
â! iced coffeeâ¦!â
ââ¦! Jooyoungâs hand!â
âUghâ¦!â
For some reason, Woo Joo-young was holding her hand tightly and flapping her hands at the flame that did not fall, and Yoon Gar-ramâs eyes were shaking. Even though I urgently took out water from the bag and poured it over, the fire did not go down. The faint smell of oil lingering in room 1201 passed through the minds of the two people.
Garam Yoon wrapped Woo Soo-youngâs burning right hand with both his hands.
âWait a minute, Mr. Garam! fire!â
âI wonât burn!!â
Fortunately, Yoon Garamâs hand was larger than the average womanâs hand and was able to cover Woo Wooyoungâs hand with difficulty. Woo Woo-young was able to shake off the fire from his hands as a result of holding and shaking it off tightly enough to prevent oxidizing air from entering.
However, it was inevitable that he would be burned by the powerful fire of the other world.
ââ¦Jooyoungâs handâ¦.â
âItâs bitterâ¦is there any water left?â
âHandsâ¦â
ââ¦.â
ââ¦Yes.â
Woo Woo-young looked up at Yoon Gar-ram.
âMr. Garam Yoon?â
âIâm sorry. do.â
âMr. Garam.â
âIâm sorry, no, I am.â
âThereâ¦â
âAhhhh⦠haâ¦â
Yoon Garam stepped back through the flickering fire
.
âWhat do we do.â
âCalm down Mr. Garam. First, calm downâ¦â
âWhat should I doâ¦â
The trembling voice easily reached Woo Woo-young.
Bright yellow eyes stained with fear.
âIf I do thisâ¦â
ââ¦.â â
â¦I canât do thisâ¦?â
Even the smile that took over her friendly lips.
* * *
âItâs ominous.â
Jeong In-ho asked Hong Gyeong-junâs words.
âWhat?â
âItâs a really insincere question, but let me answer⦠It feels like watching bombs explode in succession within 1km.â
âIsnât that a bad situation rather than an ominous one?â
ââ¦.â
Hong Gyeong-jun took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes and sighed.
âThings seem to be going a little wrong.â
âWhat is the basis?â
âMy intuition.â
âThatâs really worth believing.â
âYouâre being sarcastic.â
âStill, I trust you, detective, 80% of the time.â
ââ¦I take comfort in the fact that you trust me more than I thought.â
Hong Gyeong-jun adjusted his glasses and continued speaking.
âI donât know if everyone is okay.â
âIs this story related to that ominous intuition?â
âyouâre right. Mr. Kim Ki-jeong is not a very strong person, Ha Seong-yoon has been in a bad condition recently, and Han Do-yoon is distracted by the key ring monsterâ¦â
âIt would be quicker to say that there is nothing normal.â
âIn particular, Boss Yoon seemed in a bad mood.â
ââ¦.â
Jeong In-ho thought for a moment and nodded.
âI think so.â
âIt looks like you sensed something from the keyring monster⦠I hope it doesnât cause any problems with this search.â
âHow do you feel?â
âItâs not very good.â
âaha.â
âI feel like Iâm going to have an accident.â
âYou say those words very calmly.â
ââ¦Wait a minuteâ¦.â
Hong Gyeong-jun narrowed his eyes and looked back at Jeong In-ho.
âAre you arguing?â
âDo you understand now?â
ââ¦.â
Hong Gyeong-jun cursed God once again.
(Continued in the next part)