episode_0021

The 7th floor again. Originally, we had planned to explore the other two locations, but we returned briefly to treat Daju’s wounds.

Seok Hyun-min took out the key and opened the door to room 701.

“I also take a break. I’m going to organize the data for a bit and then go. And.”

Seok Hyeon-min’s fingertips are shaking as he sighs.

“Don’t touch anything carelessly. This time, I was lucky and didn’t get hurt.”

“Carelessly? I heard you can get cola-flavored candy? I can’t stand this.”

“Daju Yoon, it’s surprising that you haven’t died until now. My heart is shaking and I will die first.”

Seok Hyun-min puts his bag down on the floor.

“Dabin. Are you okay with your broken hand?”

“Yes. It doesn’t hurt as long as you don’t move.”

“Thank goodness. I’ll organize the data, so you guys get some rest. I took out the first aid kit here.”

Daju lies down on the sofa as soon as she can say anything. He sat next to me with a first aid kit.

“Hey. No treatment?”

“It’s nothing special.”

“Hold your hands up because we are going to disinfect.”

I looked at Daju’s wounds under the living room lights. I didn’t know because it was dark. The wound on my left hand is deeper than I thought.

Now I’m trying to take the medicine out of the box.

Rattling. Rattling.

“Why doesn’t this open like this?”

“That’s right because you can do it with one hand. I’ll do it alone, so just stay still.”

“Ah. Stay.”

puck!

There must have been too much force, and the box fell to the floor.

“I knew it would be like this.”

“……Noisy.”

Unfortunately, I hurt my right hand, so it’s very uncomfortable at times like this. I had no choice but to sit on the sofa and watch Daju open the cap of the red medicine and disinfect the wound.

“U. It stings.”

“Here. Band.”

“Thank you~”

“Wow.”

At that moment, I almost clenched my right hand into a fist.

“You’re crazy.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Augh! ah. finger! ah. I’m going crazy.”

Da-joo laughs as if he is out of breath. But the left hand is enough for honey chestnuts.

“Ah! I got hit really hard!”

“Because I hit him hard.”

“This oppa, welke se? Aren’t you back as a man again?”

I hope so too.

In the meantime, first aid was completed by attaching a bandage and medical tape to the wound. Anyway, Daju looks fine. This time, I decided to take a look at Seok Hyeon-min.

There were a lot of documents piled up since I first came here. It looks like it was all written by hand. I’m curious about something.

[Summary of 13A1 exploration contents]

Seok Hyun-min is writing something with a ballpoint pen on pure white A4 paper.

I approached the side and started talking.

“Are you recording the contents of this floor?”

“Yes.”

– outline

– Usefulness

– Risks

– Potential risk

It looks like he’s busy organizing the table of contents right now.

“You may need to use it later, so I’m looking at other documents nearby. You will get a rough idea of how to use it.”

I picked up a folder next to me.

[13th floor exploration log]

There are some black stains at the bottom of the page. Is the ink leaking? or not.

“…!”

I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head. When Choi Jun-ki cut his wrist, blood must have splattered everywhere.

Let’s stop thinking about this.

– Overview: It is a buffet-style restaurant. There are actually edible foods placed on the plates.

– Usefulness: It can be used to provide meals in distress situations.

– Risk: None

– Potential risk: Restaurant food has been confirmed to cause a type of ‘addiction’. A person who consumes food feels the urge to go to a restaurant, and this becomes stronger as the food is consumed repeatedly. A person who consumes more than a certain amount of food becomes unable to leave the restaurant.

I looked at other documents.

[2-3-5-K Exploration Log]

– Overview: Department store-type space. If you meet the entry conditions and enter inside, there will be a fire. earthquake. They face incidents such as monster attacks.

There are a few words written in crooked font.

– Fire (occurred in the past) when entering inside. earthquake. They face incidents such as monster attacks.

This part was probably written by Seongjin Park.

– Usefulness: If you safely leave the department store, you can order one of three equipment. 1.Reality Generator. 2. Electrical equipment. 3. Network facilities. So far, we have secured two, 1 and 2.

This time too. The statement that two have been secured is struck through.

– All three have been secured, and it is unclear whether additional facilities have been built since then.

“Huh…”

I sigh involuntarily.

Seongjin Park, who wrote this article, probably saw the memetic killer posted on the Internet right after that. Now he has completely lost his senses and is as good as dead.

I have a mixed feeling.

– Risks :

An accident encountered inside a department store. One of the conditions for entry is that you must hunt a certain number of monsters.

– Potential risk: None

Previously, the risk was ‘none’. There is no potential risk this time.

The risk of the floor itself and the risk that accumulates when you go to the floor repeatedly. What is the difference?

Rustling.

The more I look at the document, the more I realize that I really don’t know anything.

It’s all just superficial information.

14th floor exploration log. You must explore with two or more people. I went alone and he died. You shouldn’t leave it alone either. Always keep an eye on others.

why?

Unknown. I took my eyes off for a moment and one of my team members disappeared.

In this way, essential information is severely lacking.

If you don’t know, you have to die. Dead people don’t speak. There is bound to be a lack of data.

“I wrote it all down. Let’s go again.”

“Which floor are you going to this time?”

“I don’t know. I’m going to a place I’ve never been to before.”

Seok Hyeon-min packed his bag again.

“Yes? Now? Is there anyone injured?”

“It’s a bit difficult for me too, but none of the places I’ve been to have a floor related to supplies. I have less food stored than I thought, so if things continue like this, I’ll probably have to starve in a few days. Plus, I can’t trust that damn machine. There is no choice but to find a new way.”

This time, Da-ju seems a little nervous as well. Seok Hyun-min pats Da-ju on the shoulder and encourages her.

“Everyone, go to the warehouse and pack one bag at a time. Emergency food. flashlight. Simply carry a weapon. I don’t know what will happen now.”

After a short rest, I moved to the warehouse with Daju.

“Oppa, what weapon are you going to use?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t lift anything too heavy.”

“Ah! Then how about fighting with honey chestnuts?”

Grumble.

I ignored Daju’s words and pulled down the box from the shelf.

There is a label roughly scrawled with a board marker.

[Weapon (self-defense)]

As the name suggests, everything that can be used as a weapon is gathered together.

Well, a baseball bat is basically a hammer. Paru. Iron pipe. Even a fire axe. There are so many things, so many.

“How about something like this?”

Daju, who was rummaging around in the corner of the warehouse, comes out holding a real sword.

“God-Bondo. This cuts it all down.”

Next, Daju raises his sword in a clumsy manner.

“Fuck you.”

“You have to think about carrying it around all the time. If it is too big or heavy, it will hinder your ability to move around.”

Seok Hyun-min is already holding the hammer and measuring its weight.

“I have to do this.”

“What is it?”

“Just an iron rod. The weight is just right, and I guess someone wrapped insulating tape around it to make it easier to hold.”

Whoop-

When I swing it, it feels really threatening. I wonder how hard it would be if I hit it with my body. I just hope that I don’t come into a situation where I have to use something like this.

“Have you got everything you need?”

“Ah. Yes!”

What Daju picked up was an aluminum bat.

I also left the 7th floor at a fast pace, holding the iron rod in my hand.

* * *

emergency exit.

The cell phone is on the floor.

“Keuuu…

A man sobbing in pain, leaning his back against the wall.

A red line is drawn over the white paint.

Another man squatted down and looked down at him.

Not only did he come out on the stairs, but he was also looking at his phone. Even if it wasn’t him, he would have died.

therefore. This isn’t such a wrong thing to do.

“Uuuu…”

Grumbling.

I looked at the blood drops quietly flowing down.

“Not enough.”

He raised the palu and struck the victim again.

“Ahh! Wow!”

Clap!

Warm blood falls on the stairs. The victim throws his head back and convulses.

That scar on my neck. I think I saw it somewhere.

Park Seong-jin savored his appetite for a moment and then stopped thinking.

Precious blood is being wasted.

I took out a crumpled piece of paper from my bag.

I trace the liquid on the floor with my finger and continue writing unfinished sentences.

■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■

Distorted red letters. He himself can’t read properly.

They settle down on the paper.

[Those in chains are called monks.]

……

[The number is seven.]

“Seven.”