Rust - Chapter 6



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Rust [RUST]-6

Red marks spattered across Yamatsuki’s head, shoulders, chest, and arms.

Buzz!

Yamatsuki fell, hitting the back of his head against the corner of the sofa table. The sound of his head cracking could be heard slowly.

Student- Mandible- Student-

Maru scanned the office, breathing heavily.

The gun moved along with the line of sight. It seemed ready to shoot if it saw something.

Is there anyone else? It’s past 9 at night.

Even if there were, they would be foreign workers. Even if they were foreign workers, they would have gone outside to escape the earthquake.

No. It’s dangerous to jump to conclusions.

But what if there is someone who doesn’t go out?

What if there’s a witness? Should I kill him? Since he’s wearing a mask and a hat, wouldn’t it be okay to just pass by?

‘Fuck.’

Please, no one. Please.

Maru looked down the hallway. There was no sound other than the creaking of the building from the earthquake.

The studio was a completely sealed space, so it was well-soundproof. So I used the intercom. So the gunshots… They probably made some noise, but considering the aftermath of the earthquake, they probably didn’t make a lot of noise.

‘Don’t hit me. Hurry up.’

I forced myself to move my stiff limbs. It wasn’t just my limbs that were stiff.

Haaa-

Maru took a deep breath and strode over to the desk drawer that had been in shambles due to the earthquake. There were several yellow envelopes inside.

I opened one of the envelopes and found passports with visas belonging to Indonesian nationals.

Other envelopes contained passports for each person by nationality.

Citizens of Vietnam, the Philippines, Myanmar, Laos, Russia, Uzbekistan and Korea.

Maru emptied the envelope containing only Korean nationals. It contained passports with over 20 visas attached.

Woman. Woman. Woman. Woman. Man. Woman. Woman.

‘No, what?’

Korean women’s passports are pouring out. What are they doing?

‘Found it.’

Maru found his visa, put the rest of it in an envelope, and closed the drawer. Now he had to process the CCTV and report it to the police.

‘The gun···.’

Let’s pack them first. Just in case, I also packed the gun and extra magazines that Yamatsuki was holding.

The CCTV main unit located on one side of the air conditioning room was in the DVD-ROM format. Maru packed all the DVDs inside, including the DVD-ROM that was previously stored, into his bag.

‘let’s go.’

The moment I was about to open the door, I thought, this is not right. You said it was going to look like a yakuza fight, but you just left the safe there?

First, let’s look at the safe. It was a key-type safe. I searched Yamatsuki’s body again. The safe key was hanging from a gold necklace.

Kikrik-

Even though it was a safe that came up to my waist, the door was heavy.

“What is this-”

Maru was speechless. The interior of the safe was divided into three levels. The top level was filled with bundles of yen. The middle level contained dollars and gold bars, and the top level contained carefully packaged translucent crystals.

Maru, who was dazed for a moment, brought the carrier and laundry bag he had seen in the air conditioning room and filled the safe with money. In an instant, the carrier was full. It weighed almost 35kg. The laundry bag on his shoulder was also full. This too was almost 28~30kg.

60-65kg of cash and gold alone. Can you move it?

First of all, you can drag the carrier.

What about drugs?

Set fire to it?

You’re burning drugs to make it look like a yakuza fight?

It’s just blatantly weird.

If they were yakuza, they would have swept up the drugs.

But it’s a bit weird when you burn drugs.

I have never heard of anyone setting fire to a yakuza fight.

But it’s not like I’m leaving any traces

evidence?

Commute record.

Ah- Now that I think about it, there must have been a call log on Yamazuki’s cell phone too.

Even if you can’t do anything about the telecommunications records, you should at least get rid of your cell phone call records.

There may also be records of work arrivals and departures or traces of work left on office documents.

As time passed, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like there would be traces of me here and there.

The criminal leaves traces. I remembered what the profiler said in the public investigation program. Even if you meticulously plan the perfect crime and commit the crime, traces are left behind, but if you look at your current actions…

It was a total mess.

In that moment, the corpses of Morino and Yamatsuki came to mind.

‘It was self-defense. Self-defense. The drug lord yakuza bastards tried to kill me, and you want me to just die?’

Maru shook his head.

Any other thoughts are a luxury these days.

I had to focus on just one thing. Just one thing.

‘I leave Japan at dawn.’

So, as long as you don’t get caught by the police or have a ban on leaving the country until dawn, that’s fine. Once you go to Korea and pretend not to know, there’s nothing you can do unless there’s conclusive evidence.

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Whoosh! Whoosh!

Flames rose from inside the open window of the office.

Maru, who was pressed for time, had no choice but to set fire to it, even though it was a stupid thing to do. Once he set fire to it, all the documents, notebooks, and other things that could be used as data would burn. When would he be searching through the office?

When I tried to open Yamatsuki’s phone, it didn’t recognize my fingerprint but my password. What kind of era is this that requires a password? Maru was so shocked that he decided to just set it on fire.

If everything, including the cell phone, is burned, there’s nothing we can do. I thought to myself that they didn’t set fire to the movies for nothing.

This was the limit.

They loaded the drugs into Morino’s Benz, loaded the luggage into Yamatsuki’s car, and ran away.

All they could do was close the sprinkler valves and cut off the power to the emergency bell to cut off the signal to the fire department.

‘The Morino Benz is right next to the office, so I might be able to clean up the Benz while the office burns down.’

Maru headed to his room. He just wanted to take a quick shower.

After washing and drinking a cold beverage, Maru calmed down a little, and started cleaning the room. He wiped the areas he touched to remove fingerprints, and wiped the floor three times to remove all hair and fur. He put all the clothes he had worn and the clothes he had put in the laundry basket in plastic bags.

In an instant, the room became empty. The floor, which had lost all traces of human life, cooled down with the air conditioner on. No matter how chaotic it was, was it really this hard? All I had to do was clean up and wash.

Maru gulped down the cold drink. He wanted a cold beer.

When I left my accommodation, it was past midnight, around 1 a.m., but people were still out and about. Even though it had been three hours since the earthquake, there were still cars with their alarms sounding.

Maru turned on the navigation and drove to downtown Tokyo. First, he went to Ginza, Tokyo, where there were many 24-hour stores, parked the car, bought the necessary items, and then took a taxi to Haneda Airport.

The flight that Ki-sun had booked was from Haneda to Incheon Airport at 6 AM. They were supposed to meet at the airport by 5 AM, so she only had to wait for about 4 to 5 hours.

It was close to 1 a.m., but Tokyo’s roads were crowded. With ambulances circling and fire trucks moving busily, it seemed like there were quite a few fires.

The previous earthquake had a magnitude of 3.8 to 4.0, but this one was said to be 4.8 to 5.1. It was only a difference of one magnitude, but the damage was more than 10 times greater than last time, they were saying on the emergency news.

That’s why parks and open spaces were full of people. It seemed like people couldn’t sleep and ran out. It seemed like it was because it was the weekend. It also seemed like people who had come out because of the earthquake were resting in the park instead of going back inside.

I thought Maru would suffer from mental anxiety if he experienced frequent earthquakes. There were two earthquakes in one month.

[Hey, Emma – why aren’t you answering the phone? There’s an earthquake and you’re not answering the phone, what would I think?]

“Ah- sorry. I was also busy because of the earthquake. Let’s talk about the details later. Not 5, but 4. I’ll see you at the airport by 4.”

[4 o’clock? Yeah. Wow- I didn’t know that an earthquake could be like that. It’s said to be magnitude 5.1, but if it’s magnitude 5.1, buildings and everything from 7 to 8 would collapse.]

“I was also scared at first by the 4.0 level. Are you hurt anywhere?”

[It was a bit of a hassle. It was a hotel, so there weren’t any bookshelves or anything like that, so there wasn’t much for it to fall over. But it was still a total mess. It was chaos because everyone was evacuating.]

“Thank goodness you’re not hurt. Well, I’ll see you at the airport later. The road conditions aren’t great right now, so leave early enough.”

[The hotel here is 5-10 minutes away from the airport by car. What the heck. It took a month to get a visa, but I was quarantined at the hotel for 14 days and returned home on the day of quarantine release. Is this true? Heh heh.]

“I’m really sorry. As I said before, I’m involved with a really weird company, and if I don’t stand out like this, I’m screwed. I’m really sorry. Hey. What if the earthquake causes a rush of people to the airport?”

[Really? Now that I hear you say that?]

“Uh. I think people with money would want to go to Korea, China, or Taiwan, even if it’s just for a little while. There have been a series of earthquakes, and it’s a holiday weekend. If they’re going to go out for a change of pace for a day or two, wouldn’t it be better to check in for our plane tickets early?”

[Then I’ll go before 3 o’clock. Miss, if there are a lot of people at the Japanese airport, there will be a variant coronavirus. I was trying to go as late as possible.]

“I’m sorry for many reasons. I’ll go and report to work right away.”

[Okay, see you later.]

“Sorry.”

Many stores were closed, perhaps due to restrictions imposed by the Wuhan coronavirus or a significant decrease in tourists, but fortunately, there were still a few stores that were open.

Maru bought a jacket, sunglasses, a long wallet, shoes, a briefcase, etc. He changed the clothes he brought from his room one by one and threw them in the trash can or bathroom.

I walked around wearing shoes with insoles to increase height and shoes with lower heels.

There are unmanned lockers in and around the Tokyo subway system. A storage fee of 300 yen per day for small items and 500-600 yen for large items is charged, and when the charging period is over, you have to pay an additional fee to retrieve your luggage.

Most of them are connected to the subway, so you can’t find them in the early morning when the subway is shut down, but some have storage lockers in the arcades connected to the subway, so I decided to store my luggage there.

Maru carefully packed the money and gold bars into four storage boxes. Even at a rough estimate, it was likely to be worth over 8 billion Korean won.

The money you need to take right away is 4 million yen, or 40,000 dollars. If you split it half and half with Ki-sun, it’s not that much. If you put two bundles in each pocket of your jacket, there won’t be any problems unless you find fault with them.

If you have a problem in Korea, you can just report it to customs. There won’t be any major trouble. When you leave Japan, if they find fault with you, you can just say that you won it at pachinko.

In Japan, they say that there is no tax on luck, so they say that things like lottery are not taxed either. If there is a problem, you just have to pay taxes. In dollars, it would be about 40,000 dollars per person, so I thought it would be okay.

With 8,000 won, it will be enough for the Naru entrance exam, which is only a few months away. It will cover the tuition and living expenses.

As he came out of the storage room, 8 billion floated before Maru’s eyes.

I went to Korea, can I come back to Japan?

If I had time, couldn’t I have connected with the smugglers and brought them the money?

If they’re smugglers, they have to be linked with the yakuza or organized crime syndicate, but if they knew at a glance that they were moving goods worth over 8 billion won, would they just leave them alone?

Why not just charter a yacht and move it? If it were that easy, everyone would be doing it.

I thought that it might be possible to move to the area around Daema Island with the people who were night fishing.

With 8 billion won, I could pay off my household debt and live comfortably.

‘Fuck.’

Maru forced himself to stop his foolishness.

Anyway, for now, jumping out was the right answer.

It’s a matter of the account.