Chapter 173

Episode 173

Honestly, I expected things to be very different from the last episode.

‘First of all, the abandoned dog monster didn’t go on a rampage, and Munsan-gun and Choi Min-hong didn’t die.’

First of all, I don’t know how Song In-myeong disposed of the person who was presumed to have already been killed, but if he had killed him using a method other than the knife he was carrying, his precious utility knife would not have been thrown away yet. Are latex gloves still a thing? Since the abandoned dog monster did not run amok, there was a high probability that firefighter Han Do-yoon’s legs would be fine. Due to the nature of pretending not to mention the sunfish, Song In-myeong probably hasn’t already taken pictures, so I’m also relieved.

‘Because it was before I got hit by a monster, the atmosphere might be better than the last episode.’

Anyway, what was certain was that a lot would have changed from before. Lee Jae-heon may have been annoyed, but he was not a person who had vain expectations of being able to change the past, so he was willing to accept the changes.

But this was a slightly different story.

“dad...!”

“Oh my son! “Why is my son here?”

“Ugh daddy...!”

The detective team takes a rather explicit look beyond the tearful and touching scene of the father-son reunion.

“...Nice to meet you, as I told you last time, this is Hong Gyeong-jun.”

“I am also pleased to meet you. “I couldn’t tell you at the time, but my name is Jeong In-ho.”

And the two leaders shake hands while chewing each other inwardly.

“Mr. Lee Jae-heon.”

“...It’s been a while, Mr. Kim Yeonwoo.”

“Hey, um. Are you feeling well? “It’s inconvenient...”

“It’s okay.”

Lastly, a desperate approach from a good police officer who felt nervous about something.

It was obvious who the fuck did that ‘something’.

“....”

“It’s really okay.”

That Songga guy.

‘Do you like it?’

Our team’s atmosphere is so bad, and you’re in a bad mood at the thought of making a big show of art, so you’re a bastard who’s not good enough even if you break up all this and plant it all over the five oceans and six continents.

Lee Jae-heon had to do his best not to wrinkle his face as he saw Song In-myeong gently waving his hand among the detective’s group. In fact, even if a bastard behind the scenes did the same thing, it felt much more different than in front. Just like Song In-myeong.

“I don’t know how it will sound, but you look a little unwell...”

At Kim Yeon-woo’s words, Lee Jae-heon chewed his tongue in his mouth. It was only yesterday evening that his physical condition began to deteriorate rapidly, and the good police officer in front of him was worried that Lee Jae-heon would be dragged around among people he loved. The timing was just terrible.

Lee Jae-heon, whose eyes were dark, struggled to come up with an answer.

“...I can’t sleep... I can’t sleep. “It’s no big deal.”

“Sleep?”

Oh shit, that’s right. It was an excuse that Lee Jae-heon should not have given, as he had a record of strangling himself in his sleep in front of Kim Yeon-woo. An excuse is only an excuse if it can somehow resolve the situation. Isn’t this something like, ‘Please misunderstand me further, Constable Kim Yeon-woo!’ It looked like it was in really bad condition.

And Kang Min-ah, whose eyes were bright blue as if she was accepting the strangely embarrassed Lee Jae-heon, came quickly and stood behind Lee Jae-heon.

“Chief, are you okay?”

“I’m okay....”

“I know.”

At the same time, isn’t he secretly grabbing the shirt from the back?

“...but you look a little uncomfortable.”

Oh

please.

‘Why are you doing this again?’

They said you regressed. Isn’t it fucking ridiculous? He’s never said he’s returned to his own words yet. That’s right. But how on earth do you know about the last episode? If you know that, why are you wary of that good police officer?

Kim Yeon-woo, whose expression hardened as he bit his lip in shock, asked.

“Are you part of Lee Jae-heon’s group?”

“Yes, my name is Kang Min-ah. “I heard that our manager helped us.”

“It wasn’t a big help. “It was something we naturally had to do as human beings.”

Honestly, I was scared at this point.

‘What sin have I committed against my wife?’

I won’t specifically say, ‘I committed some crime in my past life.’ Lee Jae-heon committed too many sins in his past life, and if he were to be given a next life due to how big or small the sins he committed, he would have to be in some kind of hell in reincarnation. No matter how much I thought about it, it was clear that my wife had given me this life...

Lee Jae-heon, who had escaped reality for a moment, secretly turned his gaze to look at Ha Seong-yoon, who was standing far away and observing the situation.

No matter what happened, our group and Detective Hong Gyeong-jun’s group had to make contact. Song In-myeong was talking about something in the middle.

“....”

“You see Lee Jae-heon especially often.”

A voice full of doubt.

“...Aren’t you watching it because it’s worth your attention, Detective Hong Gyeong-jun?”

Should we really shake off that doubt?

‘Is there a reason why it has to be like that?’

To be honest, Jung In-ho’s lingering feelings about Hong Kyung-jun’s team had almost disappeared.

In fact, Jeong In-ho’s obsession with goodness was a kind of rebellion against his parents. In a way, it would not be strange to call it a curse, but the auditory hallucination resembling the flapping wings of a mosquito bound Jeong In-ho, and since he had lived like that all his life, he could not change now.

However, the original ‘Jung In-ho’, who had shaken off all such things, had less inspiration for good and evil than others. To put it in Lee Jae-heon’s language, he prefers efficiency and has shallow emotional ups and downs. It was Jeong In-ho who was born to think that way.

So....

“Since you’ve been hurt that much, isn’t it natural for anyone but me to care?”

“...That is correct.”

“I don’t think there’s anything strange about us.”

As Jeong In-ho, who returned twice, this thought could not help but come to mind.

‘Why should I do that?’

To define it, it was close to burnout syndrome.

Manager Lee Jae-heon, whom I knew, was actually hiding something. I felt stimulated. The world has changed. It seemed like things were going well, but before I could really figure out anything, Manager Lee Jae-heon died. People I knew are dying. I wanted to die.

“It’s not strange. “It’s natural to worry about the safety of your colleagues.”

“Thank you for your understanding.”

Time came back. An opportunity arose. I struggled to change anything. It seemed like it was changing a little, but in the end, it was back to the starting point. I confessed the truth to Director Lee Jae-heon. My stomach felt a little refreshed. There is now someone other than me with whom I can share the truth. I’m not happy.

I’m not happy.

“But I think the way In-ho Jeong looks is a bit excessive.”

“charge.”

“It’s something you can’t see in an ordinary co-worker relationship.”

I wasn’t happy...

“So is it a problem?”

I felt like I was left with nothing but an empty shell.

‘I wanted to be a good person.’

Well, doesn’t that mean it can’t be done?

I wanted to be good like everyone else, but damn it. My parents in hell were right. Jung In-ho could never be a good person and would eventually become a bastard who would put someone in pain and despair. Since it was already decided from the moment of birth, it became a fate that could not be changed no matter what one did.

Then what should I do? What do I want to do that is comfortable but not happy?

“The manager is currently in a very bad condition. However, he often leaves the room without saying a word or quietly hides his injuries, so for us...”

“Yes.”

“I have no choice but to keep my gaze on it for a long time.”

The answer came quickly.

If a relationship can be maintained only if I and that person sacrifice that much. Even if you shed enough blood and shed tears, if it’s a relationship that will be broken in the end, then yes.

Isn’t this too inefficient?

“Is it a problem?”

It makes me laugh.

He looked over the detective’s shoulder and made eye contact with the killer.

“....”

“I’m fine.”

In the end, it seems that Jung In-ho was destined to never be a ‘good person’.

* * *

“....”

What is it?

This sad premonition that passes through the spine of a third-rate villain.

‘There’s a mood to do something about this.’

Jaeheon Lee looked at the protagonist and the killer with anxious eyes.