Chapter 73

Chapter 73Special Research: Venice Entropy(5)

Han Jeong-woo San Marco Square

In Europes oldest cafes and the most expensive hotels that surrounded the wide square, pigeons and tourists mingled, creating a bit of a noisy scene.

Jeong-woo, with the tall bell tower on one side of the square as a backdrop, completed the commemorative shooting first. Perhaps due to the anticipation of meeting Cheon Seung-guk in an hour, he was now feeling a bit excited.

In the midst of this, Soo-chan received an international call.

-Is it really Venice? We had a drink together just the other day!

Thats how it turned out. And by tomorrow, Ill be heading back to Korea.

In the morning, he had sent a picture from a water bus, and Soo-chan seemed completely surprised.

-Last time, it was a suite. Going abroad this time? That company is no joke. You must keep going.

The phone bill is no joke, so lets stop it.

Mr. Jeong-woo!

Jeong-woos head turned towards Yoon Yi-seol, who was taking out the camcorder.

-Hey! Whose voice is that now? Are you with a woman?

Thats enough. Im ending the call.

Jeong-woo quickly pressed the end button to save Soo-chans phone bill and approached Yoon Yi-seol, who handed him the camcorder.

How should I shoot this time?

The idea is to go around in circles. The cathedral, the palace, the bell tower. In that order.

Jeong-woo adjusted the lens to capture Yoon Yi-seol and the cathedral in one frame and noticed Professor Jeremy, who was deeply engrossed in taking a selfie.

He seems to be really enjoying the sightseeing now. I guess were becoming more familiar with him.

After pressing the camcorders recording button and sending a signal, Yoon Yi-seol spoke in a low voice.

The questionnaire.

Oh, where are we?

Well~

Yoon Yi-seol said, jumping in place.

Ta-da! We have arrived at San Marco Square!

She extended her arms and had the happiest expression in the world. When she looked at Jeong-woo, she made an incredulous expression.

The manager should jump too.

Me too?

Yes, one more time.

The playfulness in her eyes as she turned to the lens made him wonder how to respond, so he just went along with it.

Ta-da~ San Marco Square!

After jumping together, she shouted with a satisfied and lively voice. Thats how the official Yi-seol TV began.

Wow, its a nice day for a walk. Its already spring here. Its a bit cloudier than in the morning, but the breeze is still nice.

Her constant chatter towards the lens, as if having a conversation with her fans.

This is why they want to see Yoon Yi-seol

Jeong-woo was so excited that he got lost in the moment and cooperated with the shoot.

This is the cathedral over there. Manager, how do you like it? Its impressive, isnt it?

Jeong-woo pointed at the five towering domes as if they were from an Arabian fairy tale. Then he handed the camcorder back to Yoon Yi-seol and shook it up and down.

Oh my. You seem to like it.

At Yoon Yi-seols nod, Jeong-woo read one of the questions from the questionnaire.

What are you most looking forward to these days?

I guess

Yoon Yi-seol, catching a glimpse of Jeong-woos face beside the lens, smiled and said.

Theres a big fan meeting event for my mini album release. Well give gifts, have a signing session, and greet each other face-to-face. Im already getting nervous.Updated chapters at novelhall.com

Jeong-woo realized that she had already prepared answers that matched each question. It had seemed so natural that he hadnt noticed.

She said millions of people will watch this, right? I should stay focused.

While walking, Yoon Yi-seol encountered a flock of pigeons and took out a small bag from her bag. Inside was a piece of bread.

Im a bit scared of birds, you see. I failed in front of the Tokyo Tower. But today is a special day.

After taking a deep breath, she tore the bread into small pieces and threw them to the flock of pigeons.

Enjoy, little ones.

The pigeons gathered quickly and devoured the bread in an instant. Then, they started to approach the bread she was holding.

Yoon Yi-seols surprised reaction froze. Jeong-woo asked from behind the camcorder.

Do you need help?

No, I have to give them all this bread.

Theyre cute, but these little guys have quite an aggressive appetite.

They must be hungry.

Tearing the bread determinedly and scattering it a few more times, the pigeons crowded around Yoon Yi-seol even more.

Hey, stop coming. Please~

Whether she was throwing the bread or trying to intimidate them with her gestures, it was unclear. She waved her arms in frustration.

Sorry, little ones. Im a bit scared.

Yoon Yi-seol, waving her arms at the pigeons, may have seemed a bit comical, but that made her even cuter.

Jeremy, who had taken plenty of selfies, approached Jeong-woo. In response to his inquisitive look, Jeong-woo just laughed and pointed to Yoon Yi-seol.

Cheer up, Yi-seol. Theres only half a piece of bread left.

Theres half left

Are you crying?

Im not crying!

Her response was short, perhaps due to her embarrassment.

As Jeong-woo thought that, since they were already making a video for the fans, he searched through the questionnaire for something more to do.

If you can think of a song right now, can you sing it for us?

Here?

Since she looked the prettiest when she sang, he was confident that the fans would want to see it.

Yes, right here. Now.

With a sigh, Yoon Yi-seol, who had a pouty face, looked at Jeong-woo and then at Jeremy beside him, and then she opened her mouth.

Well, then, Ill sing a short pop song.

Nurturing her voice amidst the birds, Yoon Yi-seol soon closed her eyes and began to sing.

He hadnt studied stage performance like Soo-chan, but Jeong-woo felt that this was a great performance on itself.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

As her small impromptu performance began, some tourists stopped in their tracks and started watching her, treating the pigeons as the audience.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

Although she was speaking in English, it felt as if it were her native language, and the lyrics were perfectly understood. Moreover, this was a melody that Jeong-woo had also heard before.

The title is What a Wonderful World, right?

As Jeong-woo murmured this, he was taken aback. His English pronunciation, which had never been quite right, was flowing effortlessly.

Is it because of Yi-seols singing?

Along with the melody, her voice penetrated his ears, as if it had suddenly unlocked a specific language neural network that had been closed off.

Was it so simple?

He should have realized when he suddenly started speaking Italian.

Thinking about it, its indeed a wonderful world~

Yoon Yi-seols voice and the lyrics she sang were as beautiful as the lyrics that praised the beauty of the world.

When she finished singing a verse, the travelers who had been listening spontaneously applauded from their hearts. Jeremy also joined in with an impressed expression.

That was great, Yi-seol. Your artwork is amazing.

What can I say, Jeong-woo

However, she was still standing huddled up due to the fear instilled by hundreds of pigeons. Even this sight was overflowing with charm.

It would be nice to capture that scene too.

Jeong-woo handed the camcorder to Jeremy.

Professor, Im going to rescue Yi-seol. Could you also film from this angle for a bit?

Are you finally willing to talk to me?

Well

Jeong-woo quickly addressed the situation, realizing that English was now possible.

I acted strangely earlier. I apologize. Its because of the jet lag, my mood was up and down.

Apologizing, Jeremy readily accepted the camcorder. Jeong-woo pushed through the pigeons and approached Yoon Yi-seol.

Jeremy Becker San Marco Square

If they run out of bread, they just gather around, they dont really attack. Theyre professional pigeons, you know.

I see

At that moment, a voice from the other end of the alley caught Jeremys attention.

It was Han Jeong-woo, Cheon Seung-guks disciple. Jeremy watched him approach, his face filled with questions about how he had come here.

Excuse me.

When he spoke, the two burly men gave sharp glares.

Jeong-woo first flashed a brief smile to reassure Jeremy. Then he took a mini wine bottle from his bag and opened it.

It was the wine that the professor had offered for lunch. Taking a sip, Jeong-woo approached, and the two burly men gave him a look as if saying, What is this crazy guy doing?

I can feel the alcohol working its way through.

Jeong-woos gaze focused on the fragrance molecules emanating from one of the burly men.

Who are you?

You took my guest unexpectedly.

When fluent German came from the Asian, one of the burly men looked surprised and asked, Huh?

Did the boss send you?

Jeong-woo took another sip of wine and extended his finger toward the scent molecules floating in the air.

If youre talking about employees from Lancess, then no. By any chance, did you spray a cherry-scented perfume?

The two burly men perked up their ears at Jeong-woos question.

What are you babbling about? Get lost. Were not the kind of people who have time for this.

Im not explaining because I have nothing to do. Cherry-scented perfumes contain melatonin, a sleep-inducing substance. It seems like your perfume is loaded with it. It must be an expensive perfume with lots of natural ingredients.

The structure of 5-Methoxy-N-acetyl-tryptamine at the tip of Jeong-woos finger instantly distorted into another chiral isomer. The vibrating molecules took on a form similar to the anesthetic found in one of the bottles he had seen in storage at 2969th Street.

In other words, it had become a forced sleep-inducing perfume that could float in the air.

Jeong-woo spread his palm, extracting the stardust from the noses of the two burly men. The sleep-inducing perfume, marked with a [+], touched their noses and seamlessly entered their respiratory systems.

Thud.

The two burly men collapsed to the ground.

Wow

Seeing the two burly men fall into a deep sleep, Jeong-woo was rather astonished.

I didnt expect the effect to be so fast.

Jeong-woo, still somewhat dazed, approached Jeremy, who was looking at him, and took out the camcorder hanging from his shoulder.

Lets go, Professor. We dont know when these guys will wake up.

Jeremy, who suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly followed Jeong-woo.

Jeong-woo!

Yoon Yi-seol, who had been peering from a distance, rushed over.

Why are those people like that?

They probably didnt sleep well last night.

But does that mean they should sleep on the sidewalk like that?

I wouldnt know.

Jeong-woo shrugged and closed the mini wine bottle, putting it back in his bag. Then he handed the camcorder to Yoon Yi-seol.

Take care of it.

Why did you suddenly drink wine?

Because I really liked your singing.

Yoon Yi-seol gave Jeong-woo a quizzical look.

You keep changing the subject.

I was trying some magical chemistry to rescue Professor Jeremy.

Wow.

Uh, does that make sense to you?

As if to say it wasnt just that, Yoon Yi-seol turned the camcorders monitor towards Jeong-woo.

This was recording the whole time. It captured the situation when Professor Jeremy was kidnapped.

Really? We should report this to the police then.

While having a back-and-forth conversation, Jeong-woo and Yoon Yi-seol walked away. Behind them, Jeremy, clutching his bag tightly, followed closely, worried that they might leave him behind.

Tom Schneider Back Alley in San Marco Area

Weve secured Professor Jeremy. Were almost there

As Tom turned into the alley, he nearly dropped his radio. It was because the two mercenaries he had hired for a hefty sum were peacefully sleeping on the ground.

Whats, whats going on?

Cheeik.

-Are you talking to me?

Han Jeong-woo Zattere, south of Dorsoduro

The morning wasnt particularly clear.

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered in the western sky, and finally, raindrops began to fall one by one.

Jeong-woo led his companions under the eaves of an unidentified building.

Its raining out of nowhere.

I read in a book that Venice doesnt have many clear days.

Since the space under the eaves wasnt very wide, Jeong-woo placed Yoon Yi-seol and Professor Jeremy inside and stood slightly leaned against it.

Get closer, Jeong-woo.

Its okay.

Youve got a cold. Come here quickly.

Yoon Yi-seol grabbed Jeong-woos arm and pulled him.

Uh, the cold

Now, there was no corner to make excuses.

In the end, Jeong-woo stood in the cramped space as if he had no choice, with their arms interlocked, and took a deep breath.

Its like a shower, it will stop soon.

Jeong-woo glanced at the pier, wondering when Cheon Seung-guk would arrive. But his attention was mostly on Yoon Yi-seols hand holding his left arm.

Ugh, Im shaking.

There was no need to pinch his cheek to see if this was a dream. The warmth he felt from the touching arms was real.

Now, with Cheon Seung-guks arrival, everything would be over.

The streets and canals that had been bustling with people and boats now seemed deserted. No one could be seen, and the raindrops fell relentlessly onto the empty streets.

The different side of Venice, which made Jeong-woo feel like he was momentarily alone, evoked a sense of poignant emptiness in itself.

Shhh

Quiet contemplation in the rain.

Jeong-woo glanced at Yoon Yi-seols profile for a moment, then turned his head and met her eyes.

It should have been awkward, but her response of meeting his gaze with a smile in her eyes made him strangely comfortable.

What should I call this feeling?

Jeong-woo.

Yes?

You mentioned earlier that it was like magical chemistry, right?

Thats right.

Yoon Yi-seol smiled brightly.

I somehow have a feeling.

Really?

Sometimes your eyes sparkle, Jeong-woo. And then you do fascinating things.

It seemed like she was talking about molecular vision.

Jeong-woo thought it was pointless to clarify the truth or justify it with chemical terms, so he just smiled calmly.

Thats right. Is there a checklist for things to do in Venice, Yi-seol?

I have one.

What is it?

To try something I failed at once.

Oh, the pigeons?

No, not that. I havent done it yet.

When Jeong-woo raised an eyebrow, Yoon Yi-seol just smiled.

2 PM.

The pouring rain gradually subsided.

Oh? Hes here. Professor Jeremy. Hes here.

A white formal motorboat arrived at the pier, raising high expectations. Jeong-woo walked towards the pier with eager eyes.

Cheon Seung-guk.

The man who had created the AF-12, changing Jeong-woos life, had finally arrived within reach.