Chapter 97.1
When I saw the shoes at the entrance, my first thought was that Baek Saheon had finally returned to the company housing.
āTook him days to muster the courage.ā
Or perhaps heād heard some rumor that I hadnāt returned from todayās ghost story and rushed back.
āBut Iām back now.ā
I was contemplating how to deal with whoever was currently in the room whenā
– Oh dear, Mr. Roe Deer. There seems to be a slight misunderstanding in your recollection!
A misunderstanding?
– Those shoes have been in the same spot every evening, Friend.
“ā¦ā¦!”
What?
No, I was sure there was nothing in the entrance when I left on the first dayā¦
āā¦Wait a second.ā
I recalled the last time I saw Baek Saheon.
At Sekwang Technical High School.
Amid the chaos between the Disaster Management Bureau and the Field Exploration Team, Iād seen him fleeing with an item in hand.
And the effect of that pen-shaped item he was holdingā¦
āHypnosis.ā
“ā¦ā¦”
I looked down at my hand.
The silver ring.
The mental defense item Iād purchased today.
āā¦Aha.ā
That explained it.
Baek Saheon hadnāt been leaving earlier or returning later than me. He hadnāt been commuting from elsewhere either.
Heād been returning to the dorm all along.
Heād simply placed a suggestion on me, ensuring I wouldnāt notice him.
āBut now it doesnāt work on me.ā
Thanks to the silver ring shielding my mind, Iād finally āseenā his shoes after days of being oblivious to them.
“ā¦Hah.”
Seriously.
As if being sick and exhausted wasnāt enough, now I had to deal with this nonsense at homeā¦
– Oh, what a perfectly pieced-together deduction, like a beautiful puzzle!
– Butā¦ isnāt it a traditional and moral lesson for deceivers to pay the price?
There was a hint of sly amusement in Braunās voice.
Normally, Iād have been horrified by that, butā¦
Hmm.
“Braun.”
– Yes, Friend?
“How about we try something fun? Youāll like it.”
– ā¦ā¦!!
āPhew.ā
The moment the noise from the entrance died down, Baek Saheon cautiously got out of bed.
āWhat the hell was he doing, taking so long to go to his room?ā
It had been days since leaving Sekwang High. Heād been lying low in the company housing, keeping as quiet as possible.
All to avoid being noticed by Kim Soleum.
āā¦At first, I just thought I was already fucked.ā
Waking up in the morning to realize a psychopath in the neighboring room bore a grudge against him?
To avoid any potential confrontation, heād used the fountain pen to ensure Kim Soleum wouldnāt notice his presence.
āIt really is a great item.ā
That psycho hadnāt noticed a thing!
Still, Baek Saheon had been desperately avoiding any encounter, staying quiet even in his room to prevent the suggestion from wearing off.
Heād considered applying a stronger hypnosis but feared the consequences if it failedā¦
Even so.
āā¦Maybe itās time to go for a more daring suggestion?ā
The hypnosis had held up for days. He was starting to think it might be worth the risk.
Like making Kim Soleum protect him in a crisis or tricking him into handing over valuable items and believing heād lost themā¦
āHmm.ā
Besides, heād heard a few things from Jang Heo-unā that Kim Soleumās latest ghost story involved alleys filled with various equipment and items.
āā¦Iām jealous.ā
Baek Saheon clenched his fist briefly, thinking of his fellow new hires at the Round-Off Team.
He needed his own chance to secure items. More chancesā¦!
Maybe he could subtly hypnotize his colleagues and swipe their itemsā¦
āBut I canāt do that right now!ā
The fountain pen could only apply hypnosis to one person at a time. Since it was currently being used on Kim Soleum, it couldnāt affect anyone else.
The situation was getting under his skin.
āI knew it, Iāll need to squeeze more out of Kim Soleum.ā
The timing felt perfect.
āTime to plan.ā
Once Kim Soleum fell asleep tonight, heād use the fountain pen toā
He was mid-thought when he opened his door to get a drink of water.
And froze, horrified.
“ā¦ā¦!”
Kim Soleum was sitting in the dark kitchen.
At the dining table, surrounded by what looked like snacks, he was examining their wrappers.
And in the center of the table sat a plush rabbit doll on a cushionā¦
The same creepy toy Kim Soleum always called āBraunā and carried everywhere.
“What? Cheap-looking?”
Flinch.
“Yeah. I suppose thatās part of the concept. It was a stationery store, after all.”
āThis godforsaken psycho.ā
He was talking to the doll again.
āWhy hasnāt he gone back to his room? Why is he still out here doing this bullshit?!ā
Baek Saheon shuddered and was about to retreat to his room butā¦ paused.
Wouldnāt this natural encounter be a good opportunity?
Without needing to try anything specific, this seemed like the perfect moment to reinforce the hypnotic suggestion.
“ā¦ā¦”
Baek Saheon made up his mind and pulled out the fountain pen.
Then, he quietly stepped forward.
“Sure. But even items like this have their own effectiveness,” Kim Soleum said.
Baek Saheon froze mid-step, the fountain pen in his hand.
Kim Soleum continued speaking, his back turned, talking to himself like the lunatic he was.
“Like my roommateās fountain pen passing by behind me right now.”
“ā¦ā¦”
Ah.
Paralyzed, Baek Saheon felt his blood turn cold.
“Braun, did you know? My roommate tried to brainwash me and take control.”
“ā¦ā¦”
“Yeah. I even prepared a gift to repay the favorā¦”
Kim Soleumās voice was slow and deliberate. It wasnāt because he was calmāit was because he felt like heād cough up blood again if he spoke too quickly.
But the low, hoarse voice, tinged with the scent of blood and pain, only made his words sound more menacing and weighty.
“Donāt you think thatās rather rude?”
Kim Soleum set his snacks down on the table and turned his head.
“And someone that rudeā¦ doesnāt deserve to be a roommate, donāt you think?”
“ā¦ā¦!!”
Their eyes met.
Siptea
Yess can we somehow get rid of this unredeemable trash of a b*stard now?