Chapter 23 – Chapter 23
My heart was beating fast. My mood had soared to the highest since I was imprisoned here. The joy soaring in an endless upward curve drew a large arc on his face as he hung the corners of his lips as he climbed.
“Sex! Fuck sex!”
Words expressing joy poured out from his open mouth.
“Ah…”
Tears leaked out. He raised his hand and covered his face. I had to calm down. There was no time for this. Without knowing how long that woman’s going out would take, I had to gather her mind and find a way to get out of here as quickly as possible.
Do-gyun looked at the two keys in his hand.
First, a key with a diamond-shaped handle. It is the key to the leash that is clamping my neck. There was no doubt that he had clearly seen what he was taking out as he put a padlock on his neck.
And another key. It was a key in the shape of three overlapping circles in the shape of a shamrock on the handle.
‘What kind of key is this?’
I thought I had to steal the key quickly, so I took it out as soon as I got it, but I couldn’t get a sense of where the key was used.
What is certain is that this is not the key to the handcuffs or the key to the kitchen table.
“Hmm…”
If you think about it as an elimination method, it is correct to see that this key is the key to another restraint that you have not yet filled, or the key to one of the rooms in this house.
Do-gyun, who continued to think about it, shook his head and brushed off his thoughts about his key.
‘Put this aside for now.’
First of all, I had to loosen this leash that was clamping my neck right away.
After thinking about it, Do-gyun grabbed the diamond-shaped key, put it around his neck, inserted his leash into the lock, and turned him to the right.
Click-!
Afterwards, with a small sound of dismantling, the lock holding the leash fell off, and the leash that had been wrapped around Do-gyun’s neck was released.
Do-gyun gently caressed the neck of the untied leash.
“Wow…”
It was awkward. While I was here, I hadn’t always had this leash on, but my hands were still handcuffed, but I still felt an awkward feeling when I thought that one of the things that was restricting my movements had been removed.
Took a step I had never moved on my own volition before, so the steps I took on the floor set my heart on fire with an unfamiliar joy.
It’s natural, but it’s really natural to move a step with your own will, but gratitude poured out from deep inside. The stained emotions that simmered inside her were trying to swallow her body again.
‘Ah… I need to wake up.’
I was too sentimental. Before that woman came back, she had to find out something about this house.
Do-gyun walked slowly and looked around the living room. A front door with a reverse lock that requires a password to enter. A window leading to the veranda that is covered with insulating tape and cannot see outside.
The porch was hopeless. The place to walk was the window. Do-gyun quickly moved in the direction of the window. Soon, Do-gyun, approaching the window, stretched out his hand and swept it away.
‘…Was it posted outside.’
I wanted to take off the tape and check the scenery outside, but the tape didn’t feel like it was stuck on my hand.
Rattle!
I tried to force the hand that was sweeping the window to push it to the side, but the hinges built into the seam prevented the window from opening.
‘I expected it, but…’
Taste was bitter. All the easiest roads were blocked. Probably, I won’t be able to escape today. I didn’t think I would be able to get out easily, but I couldn’t help but feel the bitterness that came when my worries became reality.
Do-gyun, who felt his body sag from the bitter energy that came to him unknowingly, patted his cheek to shake off his gloomy thoughts, then began to explore the house again after clearing his mind.
‘The next place to check.’
Do-gyun’s head turned to the side of the sofa in the living room. A hallway that curves inwards. It was a direction in which her studio was located that she had never checked out before.
Escape was still an early story. If so, anything that might be a clue. For example, I had to find out the password for the front door that she entered just before going out.
‘Eight digits.’
The only thing that immediately came to mind was her date of birth. Usually, passwords are hardwired into your brain or use numbers that are easy to recall. The question is, whose date of birth is it? Right away, he didn’t even know how old that woman was or what day she was born.
Her expression furrowed and the words came out of her mouth.
“It hurts…”
There was so much to find out right away, and it was too short a time to get to know him all.
‘First things to find are picture frames and notes.’
Things that could definitely be said to be clues. Had to find them. The most likely place they are expected to be is her studio. I had to search there.
After thinking about it, Do-gyun moved his body and headed for the hallway that hadn’t entered his line of sight until the day before. A structure that folds into the back of the living room. Soon after, Do-gyun entered the corridor and scanned the scene in front of him.
‘Three.’
At the back of the hallway were three doors. There will be her studio in the middle.
First, go through the door on the far right. I grabbed her handle and tried to move him.
Rattle!
‘Is it locked…’
The door did not open. I tried to insert the key into the handle, wondering if the key I was holding was the key to this room, but the key didn’t fit because it didn’t fit. It was a door that could not be opened right now.
Next, I turned around and opened the door right behind me.
Click!
There was the clear sound of a latch unlocking and the door opening. Unlike the previous door, the door was not locked. A door that slowly opens. Do-gyun opened the door completely and checked the inside, feeling a sense of tension at the thought of opening a new space that I had never checked before.
‘Clothing room?’
It was a small room similar in size to the room in which he first woke up and where he still sleeps. It was a room full of clothes in closets that stretched on both sides. Do-gyun, who was checking the inside of the room, kept repeating in his head his strange impression of Cha-or-eun’s room.
‘Looks like he has a lot of money.’
The interior of the house was expected to be spacious, but it seemed that he had enough money to fill a room full of clothes and use it as a dressing room. Do-gyun stepped into the closet and looked through the clothes inside, uncovering the clothes in the middle to see if there was anything hidden behind them.
‘There’s nothing particularly special about it.’
I just know that each and every piece of clothing looks ridiculously expensive. The material of the fabric that touched my hand and the design of each piece of clothing were like something you would find in a luxury shop. Looking at him, Do-gyun felt his tears and anger rise again.
‘Fuck… I have so much money.’
Why the hell did I kidnap her? If I had come to her with a bundle of money and asked her to marry me, I would have responded as a thank-you. Even if he were to live as a foot wiper for the rest of his life, he would have consented while driving Grandjeel.
“Fucking dog bitch.”
How I like money My lifelong wish is to spend money on Najaxo. Couldn’t I have thought a little deeper and approached him cautiously?
“Whoa…”
I was pouring out my anger. A sigh escaped from his mouth. Well, if that was the case, I wouldn’t have been a psychopath. Do-gyun, who finished checking the inside of the room while suppressing his anger, decided that there was nothing more to gain from this room and left the room.
After leaving the room, Do-gyun’s head turned to the left. He had one room left that he hadn’t checked yet. Since this room is a dressing room, the studio must be either the locked room from before or that room. Do-gyun moved his steps towards the innermost room and grabbed his handrail.
Rattle!
Also locked door. Do-gyun took out the key this time and inserted it into the door. The key was pushed gently into the keyhole.
‘I’ll go into the hole once.’
He could feel his hands sweating. After taking a deep breath, Do-gyun turned the key to the left.
Clap!
‘It’s open!’
The door is open. My heart beat loudly with a thumping sound. Since the door was locked, there must be something inside that could be used as a clue.
Do-gyun turned the doorknob and entered the room, hoping that there would be something inside that could be a clue.
‘It’s dark…’
It was a room with the lights off. He ran his hand against the wall and fumbled for the light switch. Before long, Do-gyun felt something caught in his hand and pressed hard on the protruding part.
Flash-!
‘Chew! Blindfolded!’
The light that burst in at an instant hit Do-gyun’s eyeballs violently. Do-gyun closed his eyes to drive away the sharp pain, then lifted his eyelids and slowly focused.
Soon, in Do-gyun’s fully focused field of view, a room larger than the bedroom and the preceding dressing room was revealed.
‘Library?’
What Do-gyun saw was a library filled with books, surrounded by high bookshelves that reached the entire wall to the ceiling. Do-gyun’s feet moved one step at a time, examining the books on the wall of the library.
‘Why are there so many types of books?’
From the humanities, society, and science to philosophy, fantasy, and even martial arts in the study. There were countless books of all genres and times, from very famous books that Do-gyun knew to strange books that he had never even heard of in his life.
It was such an overwhelming sight that I for a moment forgot that I was in captivity.
‘If it’s here…’
With so many books, there must be clues somewhere among them. Thinking so, Do-gyun moved to the far end of the study and from there slowly looked at the books.
While looking for clues that could be clues, Do-gyun found one thing in common in the books he had checked so far.
‘…There are traces of reading.’
All of the books Do-gyun checked had traces of having been read through to the end at least once. Some of them must have been read quite a few times, and there were also books with stains on their hands.
‘Perhaps the books I haven’t checked.’
It is said that the hundreds of books in this library are all books that have already been read, not for decoration.
Thinking of that, Do-gyun couldn’t help but admire.
“I’m getting dizzy.”
I don’t know if it was the woman, her parents, or someone else who read this, but if she had read all the books here, she would have been obsessed with books.
My head shook my head. Do-gyun, who brushed off his feelings about the space that overwhelms him, turned around and started looking at the bookshelf again.
In the meantime.
“Eh.”
In Do-gyun’s field of vision, a welcome book he knew very well caught his eye. After confirming him, Do-gyun’s hand, which reached out involuntarily, took out a book and held it.
[The Rusty Sword and the Grave of the Hummingbird]
A fantasy novel that has been out for over ten years. It was the novel that introduced Do-gyun to genre fiction.
It was a book that captivated Do-gyun with its elegant style, lyrical story, and even mulberry suitable for fantasy. Looking at the cover of the book, Do-gyun suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia welling up.
“Wow, nice to see you here.”
Do-gyun, who had been scanning the surface of the book with his hand, opened it and skimmed through the contents. It was very smooth to turn the pages with a lot of hand grime on them.
‘I must have read quite a bit.’
Certainly, it was considered a masterpiece among fantasy books. I myself have read this book over 5 times. Indulging in sentimentality, he leafed through the book for a while, and Do-gyun, recalling the purpose of his being here, put the book in and tried to look at the next one.
At that time, in Do-gyun’s field of vision, a faded note hidden behind the book was reflected.
“…?”
It’s obvious that it’s hidden from anyone’s eyes. Do-kyun, wondering if he had finally found a clue, hurriedly reached out to pick up the notebook and looked over the cover.
‘Diary?’
It was a notebook with the word diary written in large letters on the upper right. The notebook with a unicorn and a fairy tale princess drawn on a pink background must have been used a long time ago, and it was colored bright yellow, and the characters were stained mottled.
‘It’s a bicorn and a non-virgin.’
Perhaps the owner of the diary is that woman. She was the only person in this house, and it was a notebook that anyone could see writing for a girl, so she must have thought that way.
Do-gyun glanced at the cover for a while, then opened the note and began to check the contents.
‘Have something…!’
The first page of the open diary. As he read the diary written in crooked letters, Do-gyun’s expression gradually began to contort.
The first sentence of the opened diary resonated with a very unpleasant resonance.
[I am a bad boy.]
