A Heroine Who Can Never Be Abandoned

53 – Haerin Kang (53)

Haerin Kang (53)

The knife could not pierce Ban Lee Jae’s throat.

Right before, Detective Park Seong-gang put his arm into her armpit and disrupted her posture.

The categorical detective also grabbed her by the wrist.

“Calm down. Mr Harrin. jin…”

“Die! You bastard-”

The detective who tried to stop her did not hide his embarrassment at Haerin Kang’s tremendous strength.

“What kind of woman has power… Calm down!”

Despite the categorical screaming sound that somehow gave off a feeling of déjà vu, Kang Hae-rin’s knife point that went up in the air almost touched Ban Lee-jae’s larynx.

and gearco.

Drops of blood ran down the neckline.

Park Seong-gang shook Kang Hae-rin’s center of gravity while giving a large recoil from left to right.

“Calm down, do it, Mr. Harin-”

thud.

Thanks to that, Kang Hae-rin’s impulsive attack was stopped, but she didn’t give up and got up again.

“If it wasn’t for you, if I had done it right, he wouldn’t have been hurt, die, die!”

The two detectives tried again to catch her.

One arm is the categorical type, and the other is Park Seong-gang.

Even though the two men were doing their best, Kang Hae-rin almost reached the place where Ban Lee-jae was lying.

From my point of view, it seemed that Ban Yi-jae had opened his eyes vaguely, but judging from his lack of movement, he seemed to have lost his motor skills.

It may have been fainting, but I couldn’t confirm it.

The detectives screamed in despair.

“Calm down. please! If stabbed with a knife, this is murder!”

However, their words were not conveyed properly.

“I will kill you. I can’t bear to hurt Dongmin like this. it hurts. It’s the first time I’ve ever been so sick. It hurts like my soul will be torn apart. This… can hurt…”

Haerin Kang spoke quickly as if complaining.

“… It was my mistake. I didn’t mean to leave it like this. Just imagining it, just looking at it hurts. I’ve never been in pain like this, like this, like this. will kill you were originally mine I-!”

I couldn’t find the usual poker face in Kang Hae-rin’s screaming out of control.

Tightened facial muscles and wide open eyes.

His white and well-groomed teeth were bitten hard, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, as if he had bitten his lips.

Eyes shone dangerously.

It was the irrational and violent Kang Hae-rin that I had never depicted in a novel.

After conceiving and serializing 『Journal』 for three or four years, she was always ideally beautiful and an intelligent devil who never lost her pace.

… Then, this too, may be the appearance of a new Kang Hae-rin, out of my original setting.

My sister also covered her mouth, probably very surprised.

“… Mr. Harin…”

“… Haerin.”

I called Kang Haerin’s name.

I felt exhausted all over my body because my hand had been stabbed, and it was pitiful that I couldn’t speak loudly.

Haerin Kang is so angry for me.

I didn’t expect to hear it, but the air in the room where the gossip was coming and going quietly sank with that word.

The anger was erased from Kang Hae-rin’s expression like a lie.

she looked at me

I met her eyes and said.

“… Haerin, I’m fine. so stop it what i want… you know Do you remember our promise?”

I said, taking care not to tremble in my voice.

“… I have to… finish it safely. That’s how we win…”

Our goal is one.

Haerin Kang doesn’t kill.

To be my girlfriend as a normal human being.

I looked at her with that meaning in mind.

I would like you to know

“……..”

Kang Hae-rin’s movements stopped.

Even though the detectives couldn’t understand why the rampaging beast had become docile, they didn’t let go of their tension, fearing that she might go on a rampage again.

“Gwa, are you okay, lady?”

The categorical detective stuttered.

daughter.

The blade fell from Kang Hae-rin’s hand.

She slid down from the fainting body of Ban Yi-jae and lowered her eyes with a dazed expression.

She didn’t cry like her sister, and when the frenzy ended, there was nothing left.

It was ashes like a mountain that had gone through a great fire.

“……”

Relieved, I told my sister.

The eyelids were heavy.

“… Sister, I’m sleepy. suddenly. take care of harryn poor kid Even my sister…”

“Hey, hey, Lee Dong-min-!”

My older sister patted my cheek in embarrassment.

I raised my eyelids on the road.

“Hey, don’t you think about closing your eyes in front of me?! Why are you saying that line? As if I would die, oh my! I mean I’m anxious Are you sick? It hurts but bear with it. Don’t scare my sister.”

Is this angry or sad?

It seemed that my older sister, who had barely stopped, would start crying again, so I desperately strained my eyes.

I’m tired, but I’ll persevere.

I don’t want to offend anyone.

‘It’s still successful.’

I thought that Ban Lee-jae could go wild in some way, so this was safe.

Of course, I don’t know if I could have avoided it if I had been a little nimble, if I had been prepared, but if you look closely, this is just a ‘materialization’ of my novel, isn’t it really in my novel?

As a writer, I can’t completely dominate.

‘More than anything else…’

It was fortunate that I was hurt, not someone else, not my sister or Kang Hae-rin, and not the detectives.

“……..”

I looked away.

Kang Hae-rin sitting blankly as if discharged.

She was looking at her right palm.

‘Have you ever been hurt?’

I was worried.

Her white palms were trembling rapidly.

I shifted my gaze and looked at my palm.

right hand.

My right hand trembled just as quickly as hers.

No, I didn’t even know he was trembling more than me.

Her face was overshadowed by pain and anguish that I couldn’t bear to describe with my penmanship.

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[I’m fine.]

[I’m sorry I didn’t go to the hospital.]

[I can’t see it. He looks sick.]

A text message from Haerin Kang.

During the three days I was in the hospital, she never came to see me except for the first day.

Still, it wouldn’t have been enough to cause panic when Kang Hae-rin, the serial killer, barely saw my penetrating wound.

“……”

When the ambulance took me away, I remembered Kang Hae-rin turning her head away, unable to bear looking at my wounds.

Although it was a weak appearance that was not like her.

Since I was planning to leave the hospital soon anyway, I replied that I would see you at home and not be burdened with visiting the hospital.

“Are you okay?”

When I look up, what I see is my older sister.

“Haerin must have been shocked.”

Originally, the older sister stuck to the title of ‘Mr. Kang Haerin’, but after three days ago, her liking seems to have increased considerably, and now she calls her ‘Haerin’ in a friendly manner.

It was one of the achievements of this work.

‘Improve the relationship between the two.’

It was a growl like an enemy, but at least my sister came to think of Kang Hae-rin quite intimately.

I’m sure Haerin Kang would be happy too.

In fact, since I do not have a mother, my sister is like a mother, so it is like being recognized by my mother-in-law.

I thought I should tell you when I get back.

“are you okay. your sister knows Harin is not surprised by this. What about half Lee Jae?”

I said.

half Lee Jae.

He is the villain of the first episode of 『Journal』, and the only villain whose materialization has been confirmed so far.

Detective Park Seong-gang, according to the original setting, is now our helper, but never our enemy, because he gets involved with Kang Hae-rin while looking for the person who killed Ban Yi-jae.

everything worked out fine

A hand injury like this is nothing.

I was satisfied.

If it’s possible, if Ban Yi-jae rots in prison for a few decades, in the meantime, we might be able to find a way to completely erase him from this world.

Even if that wasn’t the case, isolation was enough.

“……”

My sister crossed her arms and looked at me quietly.

“why?”

I tilted my head.

said the older sister reluctantly.

“Ban Yi-jae couldn’t prove his alibi. The blood on the button was also confirmed to be the victim’s. The sentence will be quite heavy because it is involved in drugs and illegal filming. Of course, there was still a long way to go. And an investigation into the man she was with began. Song Yeon-woo? Ban Yi-jae doesn’t seem to be trying to hide anything.”

“… I’m glad.”

I smile while looking down at the bed in the hospital.

According to her older sister, one of Ban Yi-jae’s gang who killed people with beatings must have been Song Yeon-woo.

Putting aside personal ill feelings or confusion about him, isn’t it a good thing to reveal the truth?

If they hadn’t caught him, they would have been hiding forever, wearing good masks and pretending to be good sheep.

“… thank god.”

I muttered quietly.

“Are you really lucky? Are you satisfied with this?”

Suddenly, my sister hugged me tightly.

“… sister?”

“You ask. Are you really happy?”

My sister’s voice trembled.

“… of course. The murder suspect has been caught. Because no one threatens Haerin.”

“You are not okay!”

“Oh, no… Sis, I’m fine. Enough of this…”

“…you have been like that since the old days. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

I listened to her words, feeling the touch of my sister’s soft breasts and the smell of her flesh.

‘…Are you crying?’

It was an unclear voice because he buried his face in my arms.

“Are you saying that everything is fine? You said it’s okay when your mother, who should love you more than anyone else, punishes you and doesn’t feed you and beats you.”

“… Why are you talking about that time all of a sudden?”

“If that woman didn’t go out on her own, how long would you put up with it? forever? Did you try to remain a good son even after you became an adult?”

I don’t know if she was crying, but it was clear that her emotions were running high in some way.

I changed my strategy and calmed her down.

“… no. sister. It won’t be.”

“Correct always saying it’s okay. If it’s not okay, say it’s not okay.”

“……..”

“It doesn’t hurt, you said you almost lost your hand? Are you a seeker of any kind? Why do you keep holding back!?”

“… I’m sorry, sister.”

I apologized.

However, this did not seem to be the answer she was looking for.

“Are you sorry in the middle of this?”

“……..”

“no. Dongmin Lee. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

When I didn’t say anything, my sister apologized this time.

“… I’m sorry, sister.”

My sister’s words and heart were out of control.

It seemed that he wanted to be angry with me, but he seemed to feel guilty instead of apologizing.

Eventually I decided to keep my mouth shut.

‘My sister must have wanted to relax.’

Of course, she may be right.

Even in her repetition of oxymoron and pun-like logic, there was something that felt clear to me.

I’ve gotten used to living in silence.

The reason why I wrote a novel with a stimulating ‘murder’ material was because of a heart that had already died from abuse.

A mind that does not feel anything even when its sensory cells are dead and pricked with a needle or tickled with a feather.

I had violent and extreme delusions to save it.

Since what I see before my eyes is a world that has lost its color, I wanted to make the other world a world of darkness full of despair and hopelessness.

Haerin Kang was the scapegoat.

She was my surrogate and my alter ego.

In the novel, she must have had to fight her anesthesia alone, without family, true friends, or lovers.

Haerin Kang was my dead heart itself.

“…and Harin takes care of it.”

Did you even read my thoughts?

my sister said

“Yeah…but he’ll be fine.”

I said.

Of course, Kang Hae-rin must have a hard time too, but it must be hard in a slightly different way than my sister.

If it’s cruel, you’ll be used to it.

“Isn’t it your idea that you think it’s okay?”

“… uh?”

“I think you are still mistaken.”

“mistaken?”

“Do you think Haerin is Kang Haerin in your novel?”

My sister pulled herself away and put on a stern expression.

At times like these, she is definitely like a mother.

“You are mistaken.”

“So what…”

“Do you think Hae-rin is the same as Kang Hae-rin, the insensitive killer in 『Kang Hae-rin’s Murder Diary?』

Sister repeating the same words.

I didn’t understand it right at first.

Kang Hae-rin is the embodiment of Kang Hae-rin in my novel.

My sister wouldn’t be unaware of that fact, she would have understood, but I don’t know why she repeats the same thing.

“… ah.”

but after a while

I felt my heart skip a beat.

It was not too long ago that I held a knife to her because I thought PD-nim Ban Yu-ri was dead, and misunderstood that Kang Hae-rin was cannibalizing her.

Haerin Kang told me.

‘He thought of me that way anyway.’

like that.

A psychopath who grills meat with cut-out breasts and feeds them to his lover, something that normal humans would never think of.

Horrible, bizarre imagination.

I naturally thought of Kang Hae-rin that way.

She was devastated when she found out.

In words, Kang Hae-rin is a ‘normal human’, not a character in a novel, but a ‘human’, but in fact, he treats her as a murderer more than anyone else.

even now-

“I haven’t seen you for three days already. Do you think this is normal? You don’t know Harin’s obsession with you until now, right? It’s not something to just get over.”

my sister said

“… Seeing you hurt, Haerin kept trembling. Even though I was told that I was safely hospitalized, I was trembling with anxiety to the point of regretting it, and even felt sick and in pain. From my point of view, Haerin was not a murderer, Kang Haerin, but an ordinary girl. A girl suffering from the wounds of the person she loves.”

“……”

“There are people who come to visit you like this, but that child is probably taking the pain away by himself.”

“… alone? Ah… I see.”

Haerin Kang is alone.

she has only me

It reminded me of Kang Hae-rin, who was holding her hand in a mansion that was so wide that it was empty.

“You know what phantom pain is?”

“… It’s a pain that doesn’t actually exist.”

“Can you say there is no pain without it? That child was definitely feeling your pain.”

Kang Hae-rin, who threw away the knife she was about to stab Ban Lee-jae and shook her right hand, flashed.

From nob le mt l. co m

Just like my hand.

… is that why?

But I’ve never used a ‘synchronization’ setting like this.

Of course, there was a setting that the insensitivity she usually felt would be relieved by my side, but that did not mean that she felt my pain together.

‘It deviated from the originality of my novel.’

“Lee Dong-min.”

my sister said

“Are you still considering your novel as a standard?”

At that, I shut my mouth.

Yes.

I was still not reflecting.

I still had the illusion that Kang Hae-rin was a character I created, and I was the creator of that character.

“…I’ll call you right away.”

I said.

Rain started to fall outside the window.