episode_0038

The lukewarm wind blowing through the forest passed by the towering old zelkova tree, and the wind hitting the upright branches made a sound like a fish swimming up a stream.

The green leaves at the ends of the twigs fluttered in the wind, moving to the right or left, but they were lost.

That feeling was similar to my noisy heart.

As if to represent my troubled and confused mind, the dark forest path was filled with only the sad songs of owls and insects.

“…It’s quiet”

I tried to suppress my big heart and close my eyes in the small room, but my heart felt like it was going to burst, so I took a walk and went to check Laboille’s note.

Because I might encounter a monster, I sprayed a lot of perfume on my body like a repellent that I made myself, but then a bad smell started to creep up from my clothes and I ended up frowning.

– Jump and jump

When I heard the sound of metal clattering on the ground, I quickly went into the bushes, hid behind a tree, and waited for the person to pass by.

“Damn, you’re too mean to me…Please accept back the traitor who played with a bitch?”

Perhaps it was a watchdog sent to guard the surroundings. I put my head out and pricked up my ears at the grumbling voice.

“Don’t look so sullen, I’m sure you have something on your mind”

A traitor who played with a bitch? A muscular LaBoille comes to mind.

The two men seemed to be from the Red Two-Headed Snake that Illisha had mentioned, and the person they were talking about behind their backs seemed to be LaBoille.

It seemed that LaBoille, who had left the organization once and then returned, did not like it.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but give me a position as a production team executive? Oh fuck!”

―Peook

The man let out his anger by violently kicking the wooden pillar where I was hiding, and the painful tree fell and hit my back.

I covered my mouth, suppressing my heart that was sounding like a trumpet.

“I had to suck ass to get that position!”

As the man continued to kick trees and scream, the birds in the forest fluttered and flew into the sky, and the noisy grass bugs also stopped singing and held their breath.

“Ugh!!! Your brother is a dick and that Laboil is a dick too!”

“Stop it! Are you planning on calling all the nearby monsters?”

The sound of armor colliding with each other is heard, and then it becomes quiet for a moment.

The angry man took a deep breath and seemed to have calmed down a bit before he stopped kicking the tree.

“Let go of this! Tsk, that bastard called Hyungnim has a long bill…”

“Don’t be like that, it’s your brother’s long-awaited wish. And don’t worry too much about the production department executive position.”

“Don’t worry?”

The angry man asked back in a puzzled voice.

“I also didn’t understand why he was promoted to executive, so I asked my brother personally, and he said that La Boil was a temporary executive position.”

“Is that true?”

The man turned his back and asked as if he was happy.

“If this job is completed well, won’t LaBoille be removed from the production team soon?”

I crawled low and peeked at the two from among the bushes.

“That’s right…?”

The man groaned and raised the corners of his mouth in a mean manner.

“Yes! There’s no way he could just leave me alone, having gone through the ups and downs of everything from an organization that only had a name to a large-scale organization!”

“Okay…so just wait”

The man who had been angry just now squatted down and sighed.

“How much time is left until the night shift shift?”

The man, who seemed calm, took out his watch from his pocket and checked it.

“Um…about 10 minutes?”

“I would rather just sit there and smoke a joke if there is security at the entrance”

The man, who appeared to have anger management problems, squatted down, picked up a nearby tree branch, and began drawing graffiti on the ground.

“He’s a sucker too, so let’s have a little fun here too. No one is coming at this time anyway, right?”

As the man said that, he dismantled his armor, threw it aside, and took a comfortable position, leaning his back against the tree he had just kicked.

“Ha…it’s not my fault if you get caught…”

I just wish you would get out of here quickly, but what are you doing sitting here? Even if it’s a national rule to stand on guard and smoke a rag, do your duty!

I screamed inside and did not let go of my tense state.

“Hey, is there anything interesting to say? Still, if you were in an experimental group like you, wouldn’t you have some fun with this and that?”

“I thought so too, but if they bring in a pretty girl, they immediately pass it over…thanks to that, the rest are full of crazy bitches”

“It’s not fun…”

The man clicked his tongue and broke the tree branch he was holding.

From a moment ago, the words half production and half experiment bother me. Does this mean that there is a lab to prepare the medicine and test it?

“Hey, now that I think about it, is that true? If you bring pretty girls, you turn them into dolls? What are you doing with such a waste of money? ”

That must be information related to DH. I couldn’t miss this opportunity, so I moved closer to the tree and focused on the men’s conversation.

“I don’t know what happened after you took me there, but how is your production class doing now? You seem to have very high expectations for this project”

The man in the experiment class leaned his back against the tree on the other side and asked vaguely, while the man in the production class frowned and folded his arms as if he had a headache.

“Don’t even talk about it…how many things you want…no!Where can you just throw away a blueprint?”

“What should I do? But if I have to criticize it, I have to criticize it…”

“That’s right…so it’s about 80% complete now”

“Oh, it’s almost finished though?”

I couldn’t help but feel strange about the conversation. blueprint? Not a recipe?

A blueprint is a drawing drawn according to certain rules, such as dimensions, and is necessary when manufacturing something. Do you need a blueprint to prepare a medicine? It doesn’t make sense.

“You know what? Even the name sucks! Kikkik, my dear…is it full of romance?”

“Fuhahaha! That’s a little funny, but with that, it’s clear that Kazas Alham will be in the hands of our red two-headed snake, right? He’s amazing too, isn’t he?”

“I agree with that. I have a bad naming sense, but I wonder where I found out about this method! Well, thanks to this, our organization has grown and I don’t think it’s a bad thing”

The two men laughed as if they were mocking them and slapped their legs in succession before suddenly coming to their senses and hurriedly getting up from their seats.

“Hey, what time is it? Isn’t it shift time?”

“Oh, I screwed up… It’s already 5 minutes past my shift time…”

The man washed his face, quickly put on the armor he had removed, and ran back the way he came at full speed.

“Oh…no one?”

As I peeked out my face and looked around, fortunately I didn’t feel any signs of presence.

As I left the bushes, I shook the dirt off my tattered clothes and walked to the place I had promised with La Boille.

This is the place where we decided to communicate with La Boille, a large old tree visible in front of us after passing through the bushes.

Resting in the moonlight at dawn, this large, old tree gave a feeling of grandeur, as if it were the home of the forest. The tree’s bark, battered by the ravages of time, looked wrinkled like the skin of an old man, but it showed the skill of having endured difficult times. As it turned out, the touch was rough.

I put my hand into the knothole at the back of the old tree trunk.

Today, I pray and pray earnestly that there will be no wasted information, and I scribble my hands. As I push my hand a little deeper, the rough texture of the paper touches my fingertips.

That’s right, but I would like to express my gratitude to La Boille for not forgetting and delivering information on time.

What I touched was not the thin sheet of paper I usually received, but rather a wad of paper with several sheets glued together.

I quickly took out the stack of paper and looked at it. A note written hastily in black ink along with a large piece of paper with something drawn on it.

“What is this?”

As if being chased, he slowly reads out the note scrawled in black ink.

[Appointment of executives, boundaries, last message, see cross-sectional diagram for details]

I was puzzled by the unknown words and tried to make my own deductions.

Appointment as an executive was definitely something those men were talking about. And the words border and last note seemed to have two meanings.

A guy named Kai suspects that LaBoille is acting as a spy. And his subordinates do not trust him and are wary of him who came back after leaving the organization.

So wouldn’t that mean leaving a final note? It was a good thing to stop providing information rather than raising more suspicions.

“The rest is a cross-sectional view…”

―Rustling

As I was about to unfold the cross-sectional view, I heard a noise coming from the bushes. I packed up the cross section, put it in the inner pocket of my robe, and then moved on.

It might be a soldier on guard duty who took turns with those two men, and perhaps because this forest is close to the main base, the guard seems to be a little tight.

“Wait a minute…”

Greed rises. If I were in a situation where I was playing a thriller or a horror game, I think I would have these two options.

1. Hidden and eavesdropping.

2. Return.

I asked myself back. How many options will you choose?

Here, my option is number 2. Obviously, if the eavesdropping option is successful, I will be able to find out what they are making.

But, what if you fail? It’s just blowing away hair.

If this were a real game, I would mercilessly choose the option of hiding and eavesdropping, but this is reality and my life could be at stake.

One thing that the horror and thriller genres have in common is that they take action unnecessarily and end up with disastrous results.

I wish they wouldn’t do that, but those supporting characters who do things like that are fed sweet potatoes. I’m not one of those idiot supporting characters.

“At times like this, I don’t even look back and just walk away…”

I run away from the bumpy road and head towards the city.

As dawn passes and the black sky turns blue, a rooster wakes up early in the morning and announces the start of a new morning, and the doors of tightly closed stores in the city they arrive in begin to open.

“Haaaam…”

Fatigue builds up in my body and I feel drowsy, but there is no time to rest. I have to figure out what they are making.

I returned to my dorm with heavy feet and opened the door.

The red two-headed snake, what DH is making is not a medicine, it is something bigger than a medicine. I need to know what that mysterious object is.

As I unfolded the cross-sectional diagram on the desk, a picture showing the interior of the base caught my eye.

Pictures drawn in detail, dividing each area and room like an anthill, and notes written in small letters told us what was going on here.

“You do it when you do it, La Boil…”

I picked up the quill on the desk, dipped it in ink, and slowly read the text.

[There are a total of 5 security guards at the entrance, 2 in the morning, 2 in the afternoon, and 1 at night, who rotate during meal times. [It is an honorary troop equipped with good equipment and items, so it would be difficult to attack head-on unless it is night time]

The two security guards look like they were drawn by a child who didn’t know how to draw people.

I marked an X on the drawing and followed the passage with my finger on the paper.

As you enter the inner passage, there is a picture of a warehouse and a weapon storage room.

[The warehouse is full of children, so there are no particularly important items. Except for activity times in the morning and afternoon, and at night, everyone except watchdogs keeps their weapons in the storage room.]

Picture a simulation in your head.

Troops, except those on watch duty at night, leave their weapons in the storage room. I wanted to take advantage of this.

If you can seal off the weapon storage room, your opponent will be unarmed in the event of a surprise attack, making the fight easier. The problem is how to use that method.

I carved a question mark into the door of the weapons room.

As I trace the passage again with my finger, I see a sign for stairs leading to the lower floor.

As you come down the stairs, you can see a picture of the facility. On the left, there is a detention room and a manatee, and further inside, you can see a laboratory.

“Suddenly…Haewooso?”

A confinement room refers to a place where test subjects for clinical trials on the use of acetic drugs, that is, innocent people from nearby villages or cities, are kidnapped and imprisoned.

Those who won’t even take care of the human rights of such people prepare a shelter for them in the detention room? That won’t be it.

I clicked my tongue as I looked through the notes LaBoille left, wondering what this place was doing.

“Well then…”

Haewooso, in the world I lived in, it refers to a toilet, but this is the world of Yagame, and Haewooso seems to refer to a toilet.

A place where people who have been kidnapped are used as test subjects to relieve built-up lust. I’ve tried to paraphrase a little of what the man in the experiment class said.

“The pretty guy is my older brother…so I’m sending it to DH…the remaining losers are people who are addicted to drugs…”

At that moment, Leila’s story and the thieves I had met before came to mind.

“They weren’t satisfied with drugged people, so they targeted ordinary people who came into the forest…”

As I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist, the pen made of owl feathers made a crushing sound.

“Is the area below accommodation?”

[Most general organization members live together here, executives live separately in a second dormitory inside, and Kai spends most of his time in the office]

“Office?”

I moved my finger around to find the place called Kai’s office that LaBoille had left behind, and I found a writing that said “Office” on the passage leading directly down.

[Kai’s office, I don’t know what it looks like inside, but Kai doesn’t come out of this place often, but he always leaves the cave neatly dressed on weekend evenings]

Looking at the cross-sectional view, the most important information on the production unit does not appear. Just in case, I flip the paper back and see black text along with another picture.

[Most of the production team worked in this factory. They always covered their eyes when they entered, so I don’t know the details of how to enter, but they were building something incredibly large.]

“Mechanical…system?”

I couldn’t tell what exactly LaBoille’s clumsy sketch was showing, but I could tell that it looked huge and clunky.

[The size is the same as that of the giant tree promised to the little boy. The machine made of iron works by making a loud noise and spewing out steam. There is a spout at the top, and when you pour a medicine into it, a puffy cloud blooms. The clouds are traveling through pipes and seem to be heading to the laboratory. [I have seen pipes that are identical to machines in the laboratory.]

“Heading…to the lab?”

Feeling like I had missed something, I turned the paper over again and traced the location of the laboratory with my finger. A picture briefly depicting the inside of the laboratory caught my eye in the direction of the confinement room I had looked at earlier.

[People were left alone in a large room, and the members of the experimental group scribbled something behind the window]

“No way…”

I flipped back to the cross-sectional view again and looked closely at LaBoille’s drawing of the machine and the notes.

[When I ask Kai what this is, he just laughs and says it’s something that will make him money, but it looks like it will be over the day it is completed.]

“Turns weak medicine into gas…?”