episode_0145

Sooa scratched her head.

“…So, that’s why they say you have to live a long time to see everything?”

[Lies, lies, lies.]

▶ Implementation elements sufficient

▶ Grade 4

The grade suddenly dropped.

It was something that couldn’t be easily predicted. She was flustered, and on the other hand, she found the situation funny.

Hong Writer’s script, which was no different from a soap opera, continued to rise in grade, while Seo Yeon-ju’s work, which was as reliable as anything, was going in the opposite direction. It was bound to be bizarre.

[Yeoncheonkyeong Dogam (Registry)] [1. Kim Seon-il ─ Yeoncheonkyeong : Reconciliation] [2. Seo Yeon-ju ─ Acquisition impossible]

Seo Yeon-ju’s name in the registry had become even fainter than before. From the beginning, there was even the phrase “acquisition impossible.”

Is it Seo Yeon-ju’s problem? Or the problem of the work?

“….”

Sooa turned her gaze to the script of “Lies, lies, lies.” She didn’t think about it for long.

‘I have no choice but to examine the world within the script directly.’

Sooa’s eye for detail isn’t great, but if she looks closely, it will be helpful. And while she’s at it, she’ll also get a feel for what Seo Yeon-ju’s role is like.

She immediately took action.

Fwoosh─!

Sooa entered the special privilege hotel.

The hallway was much longer than when she first got the privilege, but she easily found the Samjitmal. She immediately dialed the phone booth.

[Lies, lies, lies.]

001 ─ Park Si-yeon (Seo Yeon-ju) 002 ─ Lim Soo-hee (Lee Soo-ah)

Sooa chose Lim Soo-hee.

The next moment, her vision immediately flipped.

◈◈◈◈◈

Inside a warehouse. “Huff…. Huff….”

Sooa was catching her breath from the start.

The feeling of exhaustion was no joke from the moment she started the experience. It felt like she had run around the track several times without stopping? The feeling that her lungs were about to burst tormented her for a while.

“Huff…. Huff….”

The moment she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

“….”

A fishy scent stung the tip of her nose.

She smelled blood right after her breathing stabilized.

However, Sooa, who had now become “Lim Soo-hee,” didn’t care in the slightest. After all, it wasn’t even her own blood. However, she rolled her eyes and looked at the person lying on the floor.

“Ugh, ugh! Stop! I was wrong! Please!”

A man with a bloodied face was begging and groveling.

The pain felt in her fist, and the situation of someone groveling to her, didn’t feel special.

For Sooa now, it was just everyday life.

“….”

Sooa bent her knees and squatted down.

Then, without being told, the bloodied man knelt down and showed respect. Trembling like a tree branch that couldn’t withstand a typhoon.

“I, I was wrong. I….”

“….”

How pathetic. For a man of his age, really.

Sooa said briefly.

“Want a cigarette?”

“Yes, yes, yes?”

The kneeling man was startled by the sudden words, but soon nodded like crazy. It must have been because he thought he shouldn’t disobey any of Sooa’s words.

Sooa quietly put a cigarette in the guy’s mouth. And that’s not all? She even lit it for him. How kind of her.

She waits for the guy to take a few puffs of the cigarette and asks.

“Why did you do it?”

“Yes?”

Sooa didn’t ask twice. However.

Whack─! “Cough! Cough, cough-urk….”

The man who was punched in the philtrum groaned. Sooa didn’t even wait for him to recover. She just hits him until the words she wants come out. Like crazy.

Whack─! Whack─! Whack─!

It’s not like she’s showing off any sophisticated martial arts.

She just hits him randomly, but that’s enough. Ordinary people are not used to violence and pain, and Soo-ah has nothing but violence.

Korea’s largest violent organization, Gyeilpa.

That’s why Sooa is currently the head of the Gyeilpa’s action team.

Whack─! Whack─!

Eventually, the opponent confessed almost screaming.

“I, I’m sorry! Si-yeon! You’re talking about Si-yeon, right! She’s pretty! I just suggested it because she was pretty! It was just a joke! I really didn’t intend to make her do it!”

Sooa felt it was ridiculous as she listened. Why couldn’t he answer right away when she asked the first time, when he could say it so well like this?

“Hmm….”

Sooa quietly tidied up her suit jacket.

“You jokingly offered a karaoke hostess job?” “I’m sorry…! I’m sorry…!” “Don’t touch her.” “Yes! Yes! I understand! Of course!” “Si-yeon is different from me. She’s going to be a prosecutor.” “Prosecutor, prosecutor! Ah, yes! Prosecutor! That’s good!”

Sooa smiled as she stroked the head of the kneeling man, and the man also smiled back warmly. Not knowing that it just looked even more pathetic with his messed-up face.

Sooa continued, smiling.

“Si-yeon shouldn’t live dirtily in a dark place. I’ll do all the dirty work, and Si-yeon will do the good things.”

“Hahaha! Yes! You’ll definitely do well!”

Then, at some point.

“You’re laughing?”

The man flinched when Sooa suddenly became serious.

Just like a dog pees when it sees a dog butcher, Sooa now has an element that ordinary humans don’t have. Murderous intent. The conviction that she will really kill people.

“You finished your cigarette, right?”

Sooa said as she picked up the cigarette that had fallen on the floor and looked at it. It was at the same time as she rolled up her sleeves.

“….”

The man started to tremble again.

It was instinct. He realized that Sooa would not let him go easily. The figure of Sooa in a black suit looked like a grim reaper to him.

. . . . .

A while later.

“….”

Sooa stared blankly at the man who had become a corpse. She didn’t think much even though a person had died.

That’s what the life of the character Lim Soo-hee is like. Murder is familiar.

Sooa picked up her cell phone with her bloodied hand.

“Take care of one corpse.” “Yes? I thought we took care of everything yesterday?”

“Not that one. I just killed one more.” “Yes? No way! Noona!”

Sooa’s right-hand man was silent for a moment.

“Noona! I’m busy taking care of the prosecutor’s office! It’s hard if you indiscriminately kill people who aren’t even involved! Noona, even last time, several times─”

He pours out nagging like a torrential rain, but Sooa just sighs quietly. As if she knows.

“I’m sorry. Just one favor.” “No, this isn’t a matter of being sorry or not….” “But it’s not completely unrelated.” “Yes?” “Si-yeon will be a prosecutor soon, too.”

Sooa was prepared.

Prepared to remove anything that blocks her friend’s life.

. . . . .

That evening.

A Korean rice soup restaurant.

There are two bowls of rice soup, but only one person. Sooa, sitting alone, is moving her spoon first.

Then someone joined her.

“Wow! This is it! Just like a gangster, you don’t even know dining etiquette? Why are you eating first so disappointingly? That’s too much.”

Park Si-yeon (Seo Yeon-ju) arrived.

‘….’

At the same time, the inner Sooa felt a sense of incongruity.

The world that Sooa experienced was usually one of two things.

First, when the implementation elements are insufficient.

In this case, appropriate situations are given as examples, and people familiar to Sooa appear. Like when Sooa accidentally killed the chef during the audition.

Second, when the implementation elements are sufficient.

Sooa experiences the world in the work as it is, but everyone’s face is blurry. It feels like there are faces, but it feels like she can’t remember them if she tries to remember?

‘….’

But what’s in front of her is different.

Park Si-yeon’s role had Seo Yeon-ju’s face very clearly. Even the face of the young Seo Yeon-ju.

So much so that she wondered if Seo Yeon-ju’s school days were like this.

Regardless, the outer Sooa─action leader Lim Soo-hee continues her actions. Pushing the diced radish bowl over.

“It just came out. Eat.” “I was going to anyway. I was hungry after studying.”

Then, Seo Yeon-ju suddenly looks at Sooa.

Specifically, she sees the bloodstains on Sooa’s sleeve. Seo Yeon-ju clicked her tongue and picked up a wet wipe.

“I thought you spilled kimchi juice, but you fought again? That’s why you shouldn’t be friends with gangsters. Are you going to hit me later too? I’m so scared.”

Seo Yeon-ju says as she wipes her sleeve. In fact, the bloodstain has already dried and doesn’t wipe off well.

Sooa stares silently at Yeon-ju.

“I won’t hit you. I can’t hit you.”

For Lim Soo-hee (Sooa), who has been raised as an organization’s dog since childhood, Park Si-yeon (Yeon-ju) is her only friend.

Sooa perhaps entrusted her life to Yeon-ju.

She is destined to live without escaping the dark world, but Yeon-ju’s life is still hopeful. She wanted her to live a shining life for her share and give her vicarious satisfaction.

Seo Yeon-ju smiled slyly.

“Oh? Really? Then I’m better at fighting than you? If you and I fight, I’ll definitely win.”

“That’s right.”

Sooa nodded calmly. “Park Si-yeon.” “Why? Ugh, it’s scary when you call my name.” “Are you short on money these days?” “Ah, no. I won’t take your money.”

Seo Yeon-ju burst into laughter.

“Anyway, I don’t eat with my own money these days. You know, if you act shy, men use money like water? You just have to match their tastes for a while. It’s so fun.” “What is that.” “Ah, it’s okay. I’m not going to see them for the rest of my life anyway. The moment I pass the bar exam, we’re strangers. I won’t take your money.”

Sooa frowned noticeably.

It was when she put an envelope on the table.

“Park Si-yeon, don’t live in a way that hurts your *gao* (pride).” “What’s with the *gao*? I like saving money, and those *oppa* (older male friends/brothers) like eating with pretty me.”

Sooa wanted to express her feelings well.

She wanted her to be dignified from head to toe because she was a precious person. She wanted her to succeed without bowing her head to anyone. So she told her to use this money.

However, it was impossible with the vocabulary of a mere gangster.

“…Don’t live like that and take it. You’re not a prostitute.” “….”

A moment of silence.

“…Prostitute?”

Seo Yeon-ju put down her spoon with a thud.

Seo Yeon-ju, who was about to say something with a serious face.

“….”

Soon she laughed again and picked up the envelope.

“Well, you’re right. Okay! I’ll use it well!”

The first experience with the Samjitmal script ended there.

Fwoooosh─!

On the way back to the original world.

Sooa recalled it. There was something that weighed on her mind.

‘Yeon-ju *unnie*’s (older female friend/sister) smile….’

It was strange. Even though she was smiling brightly, it felt sad.