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I left the [Black Book], which had toddled all the way to Eunha’s house even though I put it in the cafe’s lost-and-found box, for a moment.

Eunha prepared dinner in the kitchen.

Tonight’s dinner is simple and delicious soy sauce egg rice.

There is some rice left in the rice cooker, so all you have to do is fry the eggs.

‘What should I eat tomorrow? It’s annoying, but should I boil bibim noodles?’

Already thinking about tomorrow’s dinner, I took out eggs from the refrigerator.

I hate this when I live alone. It’s annoying, so you might want to order delivery food, but these days, with the risk of terrorism by villains rising and delivery fees rising to the point where you can’t afford it, it’s become popular to make it yourself.

“Huh? There’s no salt… I guess it doesn’t matter because there’s soy sauce.”

I put eggs in a frying pan with cooking oil and picked up salt and soy sauce from the cabinet.

But now I see that there is only a little salt left.

It is difficult to use in cooking and it would be a waste to just throw it away.

I was so busy yesterday and today that I forgot to buy salt.

I had no choice but to season it with soy sauce and sprinkled the remaining salt on top of the eggs.

Eunha threw the empty salt bag into the trash can.

If you put warm rice and a golden fried egg in a rice bowl, today’s dish is complete.

Of course, eggs are the most convenient and delicious.

Eunha took the rice bowl and soy sauce and headed to the living room.

“hmm…”

When she returns to the living room, excited to eat, the [Black Book] on the table welcomes Eunha.

Eunha’s mood instantly subsides as she looks down at the unidentified [Black Book].

It’s still there.

Even if you go to the kitchen, it doesn’t disappear.

Eunha took her eyes off [The Black Book], put down the rice bowl and soy sauce container next to the book, and sat down on the sofa.

I decided to ignore it and not touch it.

‘ah. I don’t use chopsticks, but I brought them… It’s a hassle to put them back.’

I roughly mixed the warm soy sauce egg rice with a spoon and turned on the TV.

A news program titled [Hunter 24 Hours] is airing on TV.

The news that is becoming the most talked about topic right now is the ‘Hunter Promotion Test’ that was held yesterday.

I heard that a promising guild was trying to get promoted, or that this written exam was more difficult than before.

A…… That’s roughly the news.

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“That’s good. He’s only failed three times so far.”

I laughed helplessly while chewing on the gossip reported in the news.

Hunter Kwak Seon-woong, whose face is shown on TV right now… I saw him at the test center yesterday.

This is the person who sat next to Eunha in the written exam room.

He said it was an honor to sit next to Ji Bak-ryeong for the promotion test, and muttered something to Eunha like someone praying to a Buddha statue.

Honestly, I was scared.

If you fail like that, it won’t be my fault.

It’s already sad, but they treat people like superstitions.

‘That’s why you shouldn’t make a wish to a ghost like Jibakryeong. Look at that. ‘You fell ill because you got scabies.’

Turu dudu~ Tururu~

Turu dudu~ Tururu~

At that time, Eunha’s smartphone rang.

At this time, I was wondering if there was someone, so I checked the caller and it was Eunbangul.

Eunha quickly turned down the TV volume and answered the phone.

“Yes, bell. What’s going on?”

ㅡ Do I have to have something to call you?

A voice like a jade bead heard over the phone.

Eunha’s mood also becomes joyful as she hears the girl’s voice full of joy.

– Actually, I called because I was worried. Before going home, he looked really bad. How about now? If you’re having a hard time, I’ll come to your house.

“Ugh, I’m fine. I guess I’m just not feeling well.”

If you make a groaning noise here, it’s obvious that Eun-bul will fly all the way to Eunha’s house within a month.

Eunha vaguely gave a vague response to the girl’s recommendation.

Even if you tell them that you had a vision of a strange monster coming to the cafe, it will only cause concern.

Then, suddenly, the [black book] on the table caught my eye.

Apparently, Bang Bang touched the book at the cafe too… Will Bang Bang be okay?

After thinking about it, I decided to ask.

“Are you okay?”

– Yes? What? As you can see, I’m fine.

“You know the [black book] that was left in the cafe earlier. I put it in the lost and found box.”

ㅡ Uh…. What book?

“Did anything happen after you touched that? You saw something empty, or there was a strange object lying around the house.”

In response to Eunha’s question, which was not at all playful, Eunbangul tilted her head and became lost in thought.

Rather than saying there was something to be pointed out in Eunha’s words, it was more like a feeling of embarrassment as he hesitated about how to respond.

Eunbangul, who soon chose her words appropriately, answered in a kind tone, as if she was truly worried about Eunha.

And the lovely girl’s answer was enough to send a chill down Eunha’s spine.

ㅡ Um… Did you lose anything today?

“what?”

ㅡ It wasn’t there, it was lost. Obviously…

Pirorongㅡ.

The phone was disconnected.

Leaving behind many questions.

“…I’ll tell you until the end…”

Eunha, who had little understanding of the situation, looked down at her smartphone.

The phone call with the girl is disconnected, and an out of range sign appears on the screen.

Eunha’s expression hardens by the minute.

Leaving the currency zone in apartments in the metropolitan area. Is this possible?

Also, I am concerned about Eunbangul’s words that nothing was lost.

The [Black Book] lying on the table begins to feel like a more dangerous object than before.

“……ha.”

For a moment, I tried to stuff soy sauce egg rice into my mouth to somehow finish dinner.

Eunha sighed and put down her spoon.

I keep worrying about the [black book] on the table, so I can’t finish my meal.

It’s just frustrating because I don’t know what this thing does.

Eunha looked around at the [Black Book], but was afraid to touch it, so she picked up the cover with chopsticks and opened it.

“Look at this. There’s no writing…”

As expected, as I checked at the cafe, there is nothing written.

A black book without a title, pitch black inside. Dark red bookmark.

I tried to rummage around with my chopsticks to see where the secret writing was written, but everything was black.

No… shouldn’t there be something written on it for them to react?

I don’t know what it does to make people anxious.

I’m starting to get annoyed. Even if it’s creepy, it should only be temporary.

Should I just throw it in the trash can?

Rustling…

While putting down her chopsticks and examining the [Black Book] with her bare hands, Eunha caught something in her hand.

Shocked, Eunha took her hand off the book and stepped back.

It’s too stimulating for someone who can’t even watch a horror movie alone.

I calmed my startled heart and checked again, and there was a dark red ‘bookmark’ stuck between the books.

Excited. Excited.

The unexplainable feeling of anxiety I felt when I first saw this [Black Book] at a cafe.

Eunha quietly turned off the TV and looked at her bookmark.

It is a pitch black rectangular bookmark like the [Black Book].

There was a picture drawn on the part sticking out of the book, showing someone creating a window with their thumb and index finger and looking inside.

Finger windows.

One big eye in the center.

The painting was blood-red, which made it stand out.

Because of that, I knew.

Until recently, a bookmark like this did not exist.

“…….”

After hesitating, Eunha touched the bookmark.

Dark red liquid soaks into my fingers.

The fishy smell of metal fills my nose.

Excited. Excited. Excited.

I still don’t know what this thing is, but I know something big has happened.

Did I touch it wrong?

The feeling of a heart beating vigorously is unfamiliar.

Eunha turned the pages of the [black book] with a bookmark in it.

“………what…”

Letters appeared in the book.

Is it really an [artifact]?

The page with the bookmark gave off a terrible smell of blood, and red letters were clearly engraved on the pitch black paper.

Eunha gulped and checked the contents.

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※Guide to living safely at home※

1. If someone knocks on the front door of your house.

First, check the outside through an endoscope.

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If you see a woman in a red dress standing in front of the door,

Please immediately put salt in your mouth and hide in the bathroom.

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The front door will open by itself, and ‘it’ will look everywhere except the bathroom for about 10 minutes before running away quietly.

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The above must be done within 3 minutes.

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A guide written in sticky blood.

Eunha read the contents of the [Black Book] over and over again, shaking her head.

What is this.

‘Ghost story? Is this a ghost story book?… Well done. It was no big deal.’

There is one of those ghost stories floating around on the Internet.

Only the unknown rules are written down in a complex manner, and what happens when those rules are actually broken are left blank as MacGuffins.

Then, the readers infer the blank content and feel the creeps imagining what I would do if I received this rulebook… That kind of ghost story.

It is a commonly referred to ‘rule book ghost story’.

Anyway, it’s a ghost story these days. It’s funny.

Isn’t this an era where [cracks] create monsters and people awaken their skills?

Who cares about ghosts?

It would be much more chilling to hear that someone’s gender changed overnight.

… … Knock knock.

And, the moment Eunha understood the contents of the book and looked up,

Someone knocked on the front door.