Chapter 63: Gyeyang Mountain Temporary Camp (3)

Reaper (MC) POV:

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A sleepy-looking cat sat on a moss-covered wall, blinking heavy eyes.

The cat, which seemed to have been wandering all day, kept yawning without rest, yet its two eyes were scanning the surroundings in search of a new adventure.

However, contrary to its notorious reputation, the temporary camp appeared peaceful on the surface.

The wildflowers held dewdrops that glistened, with butterflies fluttering above them.

"Wow, a cat!"

And there were fake children running across the wildflower-filled field.

Surrounded by the friendly children, the cat seemed quite accustomed to their attention, looking rather annoyed.

Well, being a pretty white ghost cat, it must have received a lot of such attention.

However, it seems that the cat is aware of the forks held by the people surrounding it, even though they are showing kindness. Could it be that the cat finds it bothersome?

Although those forks couldn't harm a cat capable of ghostification even if struck, it seemed like the right timing to intervene.

Standing on the fence and undoing the ghostification, I picked up the cat.

Meow!

The cat was startled and scolded me for coming.

'It just looked interesting, so I came to see.'

Meow.

The tired cat didn't seem too interested, meowing and snuggling into my arms.

A peaceful reaction from the cat.

In contrast, the fake children reacted violently.

They hastily backed away, staring with frightened expressions.

Slowly, slowly, they retreated while watching me cautiously.

Then, seeing that I didn't seem to pay them any mind, they scattered and disappeared into the nooks and crannies of the alleys.

Meow.

'Really? I wonder why they suddenly ran away like that?'

Carrying the cat in my arms, I strolled around the camp.

A merchant piled goods on a street stall, calling out to customers.

A butcher sat at the counter watching TV.

Children played jump rope in groups.

Elderly men played baduk, placing stones on the board.

T/N: Google it if you don't know what baduk is.

A peaceful daily scene.

Though the cat didn't notice, the fake humans here seemed quite afraid of me, pretending not to be.

Strange, I wonder why?

Meow.

Bored? It doesn't seem like a dangerous place like on TV?

'Indeed, this place doesn't seem as ominous and filled with violent 'people' as described on TV.'

Meow meow.

TV exaggerated too much?

Well, that's just how TV is.

Meow...

The cat, bored with the peaceful camp, closed its eyes and snuggled to sleep in my arms.

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??? POV:

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So the conclusion was,

<There is no difference in the behavioral principles between the Gray Reaper and the Golden Reaper.>

<The Golden Reaper is actually closer to a young Gray Reaper with limited experience.>

<Continuing the analysis of the Golden Reaper would lead to a better understanding the Gray Reaper, an Object of Special Hazard Level. Therefore, we should not neglect the analysis of the Golden Reaper!>

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Yellow Detective POV:

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The camp residents who had been suspicious of our sudden appearance were quickly able to accept us as friends visiting on the client's guidance.

The barrage of questions from the client's fake little brother and the flustered client.

The client requested this because something seemed strange, but I still can't quite sense what's off.

"Sis, why did you suddenly leave yesterday?"

"I...I don't know?"

The client seemed to have a pretty good reputation, as every passerby was joining the vacant lot and welcoming her.

More and more people were gathering in the vacant lot in front of the shabby building, but it was a bit strange that no one mentioned the client's name.

Strange... Should I ask about it?

"It seems you've been close friends for a long time?"

I approached the owner of the butcher shop who said he had known the client since childhood.

"Oh yeah, we're close. I've known her since we were little kids! Especially even though our camp is a bit cramped and inconvenient, we rely on and help each other out, so it's alright to live here."

While saying this, he started telling stories about memories with the client, going all the way back to when the client was a baby.

"Yuri! Come over here. This uncle doesn't believe my stories at all!"

Naturally, while listening to the stories, I was able to hear the client's name.

But Yuri?

The client's name I heard was 'Sua'...

The client, still not looking well, just smiled as she approached when called by the butcher shop uncle.

"Senior, wasn't the client's name Sua?"

"It was Sua."

"Then what's the situation now?"

"What else could it be, it's a troublesome situation involving an Object."

It's clear there's some kind of problem, but I can't figure out what exactly the problem is.

It didn't seem like much time had passed since arriving at the camp, but the sun had already started slowly descending near the horizon.

They said they were holding a simple welcoming ceremony for the client, but the preparations looked like quite a grand festival.

In the middle of the vacant lot, a campfire was lit with stacked logs.

Around the fire, charcoal grills were set up to grill seasoned meat skewers, vegetables, sausages and more.

People swarmed around the client, and a joyful atmosphere filled the air.

"Senior, doesn't this seem suspicious?"

Junior 1 asked while holding 8 chicken skewers, one on each finger.

"What's suspicious about it?"

"The client is suspicious. No matter how I look at it, it's clear there's no problem with the camp, right?"

"So?"

"If there's no problem with the camp, but the client says the camp is strange, then couldn't it be that the client is the one who's gone crazy? So she requested to find her normal little brother?"

Junior 1 stated confidently while munching on the chicken skewers.

"How's my deduction this time? Perfect, right?"

"It sounds plausible, but my intuition tells me the camp side is stranger."

I fidgeted with the revolver in my pocket, deep in thought.