Heo Gunpil Center - Chapter 127



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Episode 127. Summer: Friends (6)

“It’s been a while, this is .”

Geonpil said, waving one hand. The staff behind the camcorder waved three pairs of hands in front of the lens.

“This is the 11th video, right? Today, we’re going to learn about how to exorcise a soul that has left the body before the end of its life. In fact, this is the type of case that sorcerers often catch.”

Gunpil folded each of his fingers.

“It has the characteristic of sticking to only one person, so it doesn’t harm many people, and even to that one person, the damage it inflicts is minimal. But the most important thing is that there is no need to look for ghosts.”

Chuck, finally gave a thumbs up.

“Because in this case, the ghost is your own body!”

Knock, knock.

Geonpil smiled with one eyebrow slightly raised and shook his hand.

“Unless someone hides their body by hiding it, it’s a very easy and simple ritual.”

Then he raised one finger in front of the lens.

“But you must never let your guard down. The moment your body becomes critically ill, the moment you die… … .”

It’s going to be quite a headache.

* * *

“That conversation was the last conversation we had.”

Park Han-byeol spoke as she recalled her past with Jeon Yeo-reum, as if reminiscing.

However, since he didn’t seem to remember why he was in a coma, Pi Ju-hee couldn’t help but ask.

“last?”

“That was the last conversation… The person who delivered the items to the store changed to someone else. He was also a runaway like my brother. When I asked him… … Haha. He said he was hospitalized. He fell down the stairs and is still unconscious.”

Park Han-byeol was cynical. But it wasn’t really funny.

Only then did Jang Mi realize why she had been sitting in a corner of the classroom despite all the gossip and rumors.

“… … It’s the end.”

Park Han-byeol, who had finished speaking, took a bite of her share of cake. It was sweet, the first cake she had eaten in a long time. It was so sweet that it made her mouth hurt.

“According to what the two of you said… That summer, Oppa’s soul was attached to me.”

“that’s right.”

Jang Mi-mi confirmed what Park Han-byeol said. It was hard for her to believe, but it was a very accurate truth.

“… … I don’t really know. It makes no sense.”

“I know it’s hard to believe—”

“Why me? Why are you attached to me?”

Park Han-byeol asked. But, well. Jang Mi-mi couldn’t answer this question. She too could only find out when she had a glimpse of her memories.

“Ghosts, they stick to people they hate. They stick to people they dislike. But, you’re saying they’re sticking to me…!”

“Ghosts don’t necessarily stick to people who are evil.”

But I can answer this one thing.

“It also sticks to people who are foolish.”

Normally, you shouldn’t have close contact with someone before becoming a client, but this is a special case.

Pi Ju-hee stood up from her seat and said.

“Go to the boss. He’ll help you out if he knows your situation. Not only so you can escape Jeon Yeoreum, but so can you too.”

“… … Boss… right?”

“okay.”

Come to think of it, Pi Joo-hee and Jang Mi-mi referred to each other as colleagues. Then there must be a boss at the place they work. And the boss is… … .

“Adults. Adults can’t…!!”

Park Han-byeol grabbed Pi Joo-hee’s smartphone, which she was trying to write a message on.

“what-”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you’re trying to contact him.”

She shook her head wildly, as if she was nervous and anxious.

“I don’t trust that adult. I can’t trust him. I, I can’t trust him.”

“… … The boss isn’t that kind of person.”

Pi Ju-hee frowned and spoke. Her face looked as if she had been insulted. Jang Mi-mi tapped his arm and opened her mouth.

“Hanbyeol, our boss is―”

“Me too, I’ve asked adults to help me, to save me.”

Park Han-byeol held onto her school uniform skirt again.

He held it so tightly that the back of his hand turned white.

“The police, the shelter teacher, even the people who came to the store…! What do you think it was like? What do you think it was like?”

“… … .”

“And… I got caught once. There was a man who managed the store, or business, establishment… … I got caught asking him for favors.”

I put in even more force, and my arms started shaking.

A voice of resignation leaked out through my clenched teeth.

“I told you, right? Photos. Photos and such… … He said he took pictures of everything. He said it was all recorded on CCTV.”

“… … Hanbyeol.”

“If you keep asking adults for favors one more time…! I said I’d let it all go… … .”

She grabbed Jang Mi’s hand tightly. Her hand, with its mangled nails, was in stark contrast to Jang Mi’s hand, which was still stained with the water of the peony.

“Sorry. I don’t trust adults anymore. Once you become an adult… you all become the same. You’re just the same people.”

Park Han-byeol had her head bowed. However… even though they couldn’t see each other’s faces, Jang Mi-mi seemed to know her expression.

“You don’t have to help me either. I’m fine… Just help Summer Oppa, just help Summer Oppa. The soul that escaped and stuck to me, I have to put it back in.”

“……huh.”

“I’ll show you the way. I’ll do whatever you ask. Just make Summer Oppa wake up… … .”

Jang Mi-mi took her hand out of Park Han-byeol’s hand.

“Even if you exorcise his soul and put him back in, there’s no guarantee that he’ll wake up.”

“uh…?”

“But I will help you.”

And said.

“The boss isn’t calling.”

* * *

“Hey, over here.”

Park Han-byeol, standing in front of Shinsung University Hospital, spoke to Pi Joo-hee and Jang Mi-mi. When Jang Mi-mi nodded, she went first to Jeon Yeo-reum’s hospital room.

“Rose beauty.”

Pijuhee calls her name. She scratches her cheek.

“I told you not to come. I’m fine by myself.”

“Shut up. We’re employees. Regardless of the case, we can’t take on any requests without the boss!”

“… … I’m still really scared. What would happen if you brought the boss here? I might run away to avoid getting help—”

“So, you want to try it alone?!”

The back of Park Han-byeol, crouching down and covered in ghosts. She kept stopping and turning around to avoid making any contact with people passing by.

“… … I don’t know that feeling. I felt that way too before I met the boss.”

“Until I see the boss.”

Pi Ju-hee muttered with a frown.

I didn’t like it. From this moment on, to what happened to Park Han-byeol.

I didn’t like everything.

“… … Pijuhee, this isn’t a request. Let’s do it with help.”

Even though he was openly sarcastic, Jang Mi-mi had nothing to say. She didn’t call Heo Geon-pil right away. She didn’t tell him what happened even though she could have told him right away. Instead, she followed me and Park Han-byeol.

“Even if this is your first time handling this type of work, you know it’s easy to handle. The boss said so too.”

“… … .”

“The boss said that we should expel it as soon as we find it. It’s not too late to expel it and tell you.”

“… … Rosemi.”

“I know. I have to take care of Hanbyeol’s business in that trash den. But… this much I… … .”

“No. That’s not what I’m saying. Are you saying that you’re not only doing this to help… but also to live in the center—”

“huh?”

“Ha, okay.”

Pi Joo-hee, who had cut herself off, stroked her hair as if she was messing up her hair.

“… … It’s here. It’s here.”

Finally, Park Han-byeol’s footsteps reached the ward that was a little far away from the other facilities. The smell of iron and disinfectant came closer. It was definitely the first time someone had been brought here.

“Hanbyeol is here?”

The nurse at the desk greeted Park Han-byeol, whose face was familiar from her frequent visits to the hospital. However, the greeting was quite different from today, as her tone was mixed with doubt.

[Room 402.]

The name tags of the previous summer and those of many patients were attached together. In the early days, you could wear a plastic garment over your clothes and have a very short visit… but that too is a thing of the past.

Knock knock.

At the sound of the door opening, Pi Joo-hee and Jang Mi swallowed their saliva.

“……uh?”

But when she stepped into Jeon Yeo-rae’s hospital room, Park Han-byeol let out a gasp. The same was true for Pi Joo-hee and Jang Mi-mi who followed her.

“doesn’t exist…?”

Percussion!

Hanbyeol runs out and asks the nurse.

“Hey, sis…! Where is Summer Oppa?! Did he move to a different hospital room?!”

“No…? I was going to ask why you came anyway.”

I didn’t have time to remove the name tag… … .

The nurse who was organizing the charts said with a frown.

“Summer patient… … was transferred to a nursing hospital and discharged this morning.”

“Discharged…?!”

“Your guardian came and started the process, but didn’t you hear from him/her in advance?”

“What kind of guardian?!”

Park Han-byeol’s voice grew louder. This was closer to asking whether or not there was a guardian than asking about the guardian’s personal information.

Jeon Yeo-reum had no family. Like Park Han-byeol, they had long since died or disappeared, and aside from the people who exploited him, there were no adults around him.

It felt like my blood was running cold. Park Han-byeol, who was leaning on the desk with all her strength drained from her body, asked with a trembling neck.

“Which, which hospital did you go to? Where… … .”

“What should I do… I can’t tell you that.”

The nurse said with her brows furrowed. Since the hospital has security, this is information that cannot be disclosed.

“… … Ah, ahahaha.”

Park Han-byeol sat down. Nursing home, guardian. All those things are not funny.

She could feel it. There was someone. Maybe it was a crowd.

They took Jeon Yeo-reum, and Park Han-byeol couldn’t figure out what was going on with them, but she wasn’t stupid enough not to know the reason.

“… … .”

But… but even knowing this… … .

* * *

“There’s nothing more I can find out.”

Park Han-byeol buried her face in the bench outside the hospital. Naturally, they couldn’t find out Jeon Yeo-reum’s whereabouts in the hospital. Even if they had raised questions, Park Han-byeol had no relationship with him on paper.

“Why did you take her?”

Jang Mi whispered to Pi Ju-hee, who was standing next to her.

“… … There is much to be gained from a body without a soul.”

For those who haven’t passed the bill in the first place, the presence or absence of a soul doesn’t matter.

Pi Joo-hee pushed up her glasses.

“What should I do… What should I do, what should I do… … .”

Park Han-byeol muttered to herself. As she chewed her fingertips, blood began to ooze out from her torn fingernails.

“are you okay.”

I told you I would help you.

Jang Mi took her hand away from her lips. Until then, Park Han Byeol hadn’t even realized that blood was leaking out of her fingertips.

“The medicine is for the pharmacist, the ghost is for the wizard.”

And this thing… … .

* * *

“So, you want help?”

Park Seung-ri took off the headset he was wearing.

“Huh.”

Dozens of monitors and consoles glow, and cans of energy drinks roll between the rows of wires. Park Seung-ri pauses his game for a moment and glances at Park Han-byeol.

“no.”

And I declined without a second thought.

“Why, why?!”

Jang Mi-mi asked, leaning on the desk.

Oh, the reason was simple.

“He looks like he has no money.”