Chapter 16 – #07_Hunters Set Traps
One.
Yu-chan did not believe in God.
God, he thinks,
He was nothing more than the main character of an absurd dream created by mortal humans to add hope of an afterlife to their death.
Therefore, there was nothing for him to believe in and fear, such as ghosts that were inferior to him.
In the world, man kills man,
Man commits man,
Man cheating man
Humans persecute humans.
What has killed the most humans in history is not the ambiguous thing called God, but the same human beings.
Therefore, Yu-chan concluded that the work belonged to the same person.
The blade of the Chinese sword held tightly in my hand made a clicking sound.
The blade part is entirely made of iron, so the center of gravity is concentrated in the front part.
It gives stability like a small axe.
Anyway, if the opponent has blood and flesh, you can kill it.
Yu-chan cautiously walked on tiptoe.
Although it is large, it has a nimble body thanks to its innate motor nerves.
There was not a single sound, like a cat walking through the alley.
First, check the bathtub where the body was placed.
I turned on the light in the bathroom and pulled up the simple white polyester shower curtain.
The tub is filled with only half-melted pieces of floating ice and sodium nitrite that has not melted and settled to the bottom.
A lump of white fat, probably from the inside of the corpse, also coagulated and floated on the surface of the water.
It was an expected result, but it never slowed down my nerves.
Assuming that the culprit who did this is still hiding in the house,
Why did you do that?
It is to instil fear.
One of the human emotions developed to detect a sense of crisis,
Fear.
It is said that there is nothing like this for the initial sense of crisis, but it is one of the most unnecessary emotions that is of no help in future countermeasures.
My limbs are out of alignment and my body is frozen with tension.
Compared to normal times, it’s sure to be an easy prey.
Maybe it was simply because he wanted to enjoy watching Yoo-chan flustered.
This method is inefficient.
The moment you opened the front door and couldn’t sense any danger, for example, if you hid in a shoe closet and slashed the back of the head, you would have no choice but to suffer.
There is no point in making a surprise attack after warning in advance.
This is simply a play that came out of a hedonistic idea.
After the accident reached there, Yu-chan was half-sure that there was no criminal here.
After leaving the bathroom with unstoppable steps, I went straight to the table.
It was the furniture that made Yu-chan’s desolate house without even a TV smell like people living there.
Because he didn’t even have that common computer at home.
Such a table felt very unfamiliar now.
Is it because there are things like Halloween decorations?
The upper body had been gutted and soaked in ice water and preservatives for several days.
When the blood drains from the human body, it turns white like plaster.
The purple veins that stood out here and there seemed to represent that this was not a torso for still life, but a human corpse.
“This is annoying.”
As we got closer, the smell of rotating meat was stronger than before.
When I lightly touch the skin, which has become harder than tanned leather, it feels quite lukewarm.
It was left quite standing at room temperature.
The liquid in his body flowed down and the chair became soggy.
All bodily fluids were drained immediately.
It’s probably bath water mixed with preservatives.
Yoo-chan sighed.
The distance to be cleaned increases like this.
The chair vowed to bring one of the surplus from the academy.
She has been away from home for about 40 hours.
The day before yesterday, he slept in the academy on the first day that he committed Naye, and after that, after meeting Eugene without returning home, he committed Naye again.
Within 40 hours, the criminal left the house with the body placed in a chair as if to show it off.
“He’s a guy with nothing to do.”
The problem is that I don’t know why.
Yu-chan scratched his head and threw the body into the kimchi container he had just brought into the house.
When contemplating something, he had a habit of sitting at a desk at a table, but the chair had to look like this to make it far away.
He opened the window and smoked a cigarette.
The night view from the officetel is as bright and beautiful as a night sky.
The side of the alleyway where the neon sign of the signboard does not reach is as deep and dark as the deep sea, and it seems like it will be swallowed up.
I felt dizzy.
Could it be that the place where her hidden camera was installed was her own house, not her house?
If so, it would have been really easy to find the culprit.
With a sudden thought, Yoo-chan headed towards the utility room.
I rummaged through the shelf above the washing machine and found a dusty radar detector.
Although it is an older model, it is an expensive product with excellent detection frequency bandwidth.
I used it for something I needed in the past and left it there, but I never thought the day would come when I would use it again.
Anyone who takes the trouble to do something like this is sure to be peeking at this side’s reaction.
It is impossible to use a recording-type camera or a recording-type wiretap unless you can go in and out of this house frequently.
There must be equipment that transmits wirelessly to other devices.
When I turned off all the communication devices in the house and simply operated the dial, a beep sound came from the radio detector the size of a walkie-talkie.
“As expected, he does a good job with domestic production.”
I turned the detector around.
Since radio waves were picked up the strongest under the table, I lowered my upper body and looked into it.
There was a small wiretap attached to the underside of the desk with cellophane tape.
He quietly reached out and removed it, then immediately smashed it.
The detector, which had been beeping nervously, became quiet.
After that, I searched for other monitoring devices by changing the frequency or widening the spectrum, but there was no response.
Yoo-chan roughly threw the detector on the sofa and took out a Hennessy Paradis from the wine cellar with a cigarette in his mouth.
After putting a cigarette in the ashtray, he poured the half-empty deep scarlet spirit into a straight glass.
It was Yu-chan who enjoyed a moderately frugal life, whether it was at home, in the car, or in clothes.
This cognac was also purchased through overseas direct purchase because there was no place in Korea that handled it.
I brought in the whole box for about $1,000 for a 700ml bottle.
I poured about half of it into my mouth at once and asked for a cigarette.
The enticing scent of spices sticks to your tongue with a sweet caramel scent.
In the strong scent of 40 degrees, the flexible and heavy body wets the back of the tongue.
As he painted the end taste with a strong tobacco scent, Yu-chan suddenly noticed.
“Aha.”
I am very happy now
In the meantime, this city was too small for a predator like Yu-chan to live.
It was narrow and peaceful.
The unidentified threat that suddenly came under the chin in the midst of boring daily life provided a considerable thrill.
Why did you leave that corpse unattended?
The first thing I thought of was a simple vacant house thief.
If the person visiting the empty house was a petty thief, he would have called the police or ran away the moment he found the body.
You don’t have to go through all that hassle.
The second most likely is revenge.
The owner of the corpse has no special connections.
Although it is for revenge, the method of leaving the corpse to rot leaves no respect for the deceased.
In addition, if Yu-chan’s reaction was recorded and a definite punishment was desired, a camera would have been installed, not something ambiguous like a wiretapping device.
Therefore, the possibility of revenge against the deceased is infinitely low.
Maybe it’s not Kim Hyun-woo.
He has already trampled it to such an extent that he cannot even think of resisting.
You won’t know after a while, but you won’t have to worry about it for a while.
Feeling like a detective in a detective story solving a mystery, Yu-chan slowly shook his head.
Together with the auditory hallucinations of the metal that is out of place, I synthesize the clues given to the hand.
His intuition and inspiration were always sharp, and Yu-chan trusted them too.
It is possible to face the essence of the incident because it is not biased by sundry emotions.
Yu-chan, knocking on the glass with his fingertips, finally came up with a possibility.
A missing person case in Ilsan.
If the disappearance is not simply due to coincidence, there must be a culprit.
First of all, it is not Yoo-chan himself.
If the real culprit is interested in you…
“Stop typing.”
Yu-chan stopped thinking.
I’ll leave it as one possibility, but there are too few clues secured anyway.
If you stretch your imagination, you will only come up with a plausible novel.
I’ll try to collect as many clues as possible.
First of all, I’ll have to check the CCTV in the apartment complex.
Small wiretaps are industrial products that can be ordered online, so tracking them is difficult.
Unless the culprit was a ghost, he would have left some trace.
First of all, I don’t know how the tail will be caught, so the priority is to deal with the rest.
Yu-chan put the cognac back in the wine cellar and headed to the bathroom.
He put on latex gloves from his toolbox, and even pulled on a hat and mask to keep out saliva and body hair.
I wanted to break it down as little as possible, but I couldn’t help it.
First of all, like a butcher who is bone-bonding, he separates the flesh from the bones and then finely chops the skinned flesh with a Chinese cleaver that is no different from an ax.
The bones will be finely chopped with a hammer and cooked like beef bones.
After spending enough time to make it mushy, grind it together with the flesh in a blender, mix it with water, and throw it into the irrigation canal, and it’s a perfect crime.
Feeling extremely tired just thinking about it, but having no other options, Yoo-chan dragged the corpse from the kimchi container into the bathtub and spread a large plastic sheet over the bathroom tile.
2.
Eyes flashed open.
Although I always wake up by 7 o’clock on weekdays, Naye instinctively felt a sense of danger and looked at the clock.
“Ruined…”
9 o’clock.
Somehow, as soon as I woke up, I felt so refreshed.
The sound of the alarm I heard in my dream was real.
Na-ye, a diligent schoolboy, will not be scolded for being late for academy once or twice, but she is upset that she seems to have failed to keep her promise to herself.
Naye pursed her lips and let out a deep sigh.
Now that it’s like this, I thought it would be better to do some self-study and sleep when I get home today.
It’s late anyway, so I’ll just relax and get ready.
In her desperation, Naye, who had her hair tied up all night, suddenly moved her gaze between her legs and her.
“Did you menstruate?”
There must still be quite a few days left to be enchanted.
Besides, with her regular menstrual cycle, Naye has never had this embarrassment.
“Kya! What’s this!”
Even at a glance, it was easy to distinguish the identity of the liquid dampening the panties, which was very unpleasant as a by-product of a refreshing morning.
At first, it seemed like cold water that flowed out all night, but it was actually sticky juice.
Thanks to Yu-chan’s sowing her all night, her body her, which was still burning with active sexual desire, actively secreted the lubricant of her love her.
Naye, who did not know that, felt embarrassed for a moment.
Did she even have a dirty dream?
Just as a thought pops up in her head the day after her film was cut off, part by part,
Even in Naye’s mind, a scene from a hazy dream came to mind.
The scene of intense intercourse with Teacher Yuchan.
When I try to think of it, quite detailed things come to mind.
I couldn’t recall any conversations or anything like that, but it seems that she exchanged obscene words roughly…
“My God, I’m not even an adolescent male high school student… “
As if it was a wet dream, she had a dream that was so erotic that her panties were soaked in her.
Also, that person is Teacher Yuchan, whom I remembered when I was masturbating the other day.
Naye, who has quite conservative gender stereotypes, covered her face and fell into a sense of self-doubt.
Is it because she is so stressed out that she is frustrated?
A faint feeling of guilt for her Yu-chan hangs in her mind.
It was too uncomfortable to stay like this, so Naye headed to the bathroom for her shower.
A pair of panties that were tight around her genital area because of her bodily fluids her.
Every time she walks, only the lower part of her body is strangely cold, and a slight stimulation comes.
She took off her pajamas and tossed her panties straight into the washing machine.
A lot of intrigue has grown.
When she had just had a Brazilian wax, she thought of boiled chicken and was a bit funny.
Swallowing a chuckle, Naye turned on her water and lay down in her bathtub.
She caught the dripping hot water toward her chest her.
Her whole body her is itching, probably because she has had wild dreams all night.
“Ha ha, it shouldn’t be like this.”
While talking to herself for no reason, her hand was digging through the slippery crack.
Her insides her throb.
It was as sticky as melted butter in an oven, and it seemed that her voice would come out just by inserting her fingers into it.
Despite her guilt her, it was teacher Yu-chan that Na-ye chose as her imaginary partner her.
Combining memories from her hazy dreams of her, she tries to recall her teacher’s solid body of her and her low voice of her.
With a disgruntled blush on her face her, Naye was sucked into a world of her own.
