107 – EP.5 Confinement-1

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[Customer, everything has been sent. I would appreciate it if you could send me the remaining fabric after the down payment.]

I responded cheerfully to the manly voice.

“Yes, you’ve worked hard. I’ll send it right away, so check it out here.”

I sent the money through internet banking.

“I sent it, please check it once.”

There is no word from the other side whether or not to confirm the deposit.

After a while, they hung up the phone saying that the deposit had been made and asking to use it again.

There was an email sent to my inbox.

I downloaded and opened the PDF file.

For the first time in my life, I used a secret agency.

I was afraid that Ho-cheol would be worried, so I secretly visited and requested it, but it seems that money is the best.

At first, the head of the agency, who thought he had come to investigate his cheating wife, knocked back and forth on a calculator at my larger-than-expected request and called for a fairly expensive amount.

It was a large amount, but since it was better for me to do a thorough investigation, I deliberately gave it a higher amount and asked for accurate information.

The boss, who was a bit clumsy, served me very politely when I gave him more money.

Their work was accurate, and the perfectly organized information came into my hands today.

The money was broken, but… what should I do? There are many more important things in the world than money.

After talking about the cafe clerk, I realized that she was doing something without my knowledge.

It would most likely cause physical harm, so I decided to use people to check the damage.

Thanks to that, I had a lot of things to devote my time to, so I physically distanced myself from Mr. Garam.

Rather than directly blaming her, the reason for the background investigation was to find out how bad she had done.

And to that extent, I intend to change the way I treat her.

If it’s not too severe, just like I’ve been doing until now, I’ll continue to tell her what’s good.

If not, it was an intention to take her to an insane asylum or face a lawful criminal.

Spinning the mouse wheel, I checked the data provided by the Secret Service.

The latest status of people who have been directly or indirectly involved with me are as follows.

– A member of a bowling club, a male, whose teeth were pulled out by force and whose abdomen was hit several times. There is no life-threatening condition, but the mental damage is considerable and he is currently recuperating at the hospital.

The man who yelled at me at the bowling alley.

– A cafe employee, a woman, was suddenly pushed on the way home from work and collided with a vehicle. The car was driving slowly in an alley, so there is no life threatening.

The staff who tried to bring me dessert.

– A fast food store employee, a man, indiscriminately assaulted on the way back from drinking with friends after work, unable to identify the suspect because his memory was not complete because he was drunk.

An employee who was annoyed with me when I inquired about a machine malfunction while using the kiosk.

– A car center employee, a man, hit the back of the head with what is believed to be a wooden pole, and is currently hospitalized.

The person who scuffled with me because the tire replacement cost was outrageous.

And many more.

Bad things happened to people who had minor frictions with me.

Should we consider it fortunate that life is not affected?

You will naturally click your tongue.

“Mr. Garam…”

I thought about it, but I didn’t know it was this serious.

I think all these problems stem from my pride.

It is already the fifth dimension shift.

I think I’ve gotten used to death, and I’ve gotten used to the types of people who obsess over me.

So I believed I could control them myself.

The first two killed me without my being able to do anything about it, but because Mina and Master communicated, their belief was firm.

I can control this situation. I can control these women’s emotions.

So, I was pretty sure I was adjusting well to this damn world.

However, the pigeon b*tch who gave me this ordeal was nasty, and Mr. Garam’s obsession was a little different from the type I thought.

Her aggression was not directed at me. However, even if it is not directed at me, that aggression is not absent.

It means that it was a bad strategy from the beginning.

– Ding Dong

The doorbell rang. It’s probably the jajangmyeon I ordered for dinner.

Maybe because I hadn’t eaten all day, my stomach growled.

Yes, I knew the situation once. Think about it while filling your stomach.

“Did you just deliver too much these days?”

Rubbing my fat belly again, I headed for the front door.

Yes, let’s eat until today and exercise hard again.

The investigation is over, so you can just do the exercise. For the time being, I’ll have to stick by Mr. Garam’s side and be careful not to miss Mr. Garam.

Put on slippers and open the door slightly.

I hold the bowl of jajangmyeon that I can see through the crack in the door with my hand.

I heard a familiar voice above me as I crouched down and brought the bowl into the house.

“I told you not to eat that.”

I looked up at the sound of my buttocks and saw Mr. Garam, drenched in sweat, looking down at me.

and felt

You should never let her come home.

I staggered to my feet and yanked at the door.

The door, which had been pulled this way little by little, stopped at some point.

“Is it because you don’t wear clothes properly? It’s okay. I am.”

The door, which had been pulled, was gradually pulled away.

The door groans, making a gurgling sound.

I pulled the handle with both hands and leaned back as much as I could at a sports meet.

And so our confrontation began.

I rooted on both sides of the door and gave more strength, and Mr. Garam called me from time to time and pulled the door.

I pull the door, she pulls the door.

If it closes a little this way, it will quickly open that way.

So if I force myself to close the door again, she will forcefully open the door.

When you close the door, the door lock works.

Then it’s time to call the police.

No matter how much Mr. Garam does, he will not be able to break down this thick iron gate.

You just need to close the door.

Finally, when I tried to close the door with all my strength, I felt something rising from the back of my neck.

“Ah… I can’t…”

I started to feel dizzy because my blood pressure had risen from exerting too much effort.

I pulled the door in the midst of my increasingly blackened vision, but in my receding consciousness, I felt myself slipping backwards.

***

“her!”

And when I opened my eyes, I was still at home.

I’m lying in bed

I blink my eyes and search for memories, wondering if what happened just a moment ago was a dream.

As it fell, it must have hit the back hard, and there was a large lump on the back of the head.

It hurts when you touch it.

This pain made me know that what happened earlier was not a dream.

look around Mr. Garam is nowhere to be seen.

Get out of bed and take a step.

– Cheolgreok

With the sound of chains, the shackles on my ankles grabbed me.