A Heroine Who Can Never Be Abandoned

64 – Haerin Kang (64)

Haerin Kang (64)

Tadat, Tadat.

I immersed myself in writing right after eating, and I focused on it without a break for almost two hours.

It seems that I am also a born writer.

It’s not that I’m good, but this is the most fun.

Recently, due to the complicated and mysterious incident of realizing a novel, I was emotionally drained.

I often use the idiom that reality is more like a novel than a novel, but recently reality really felt like a novel.

“… No, it’s really fiction.”

I laughed bitterly.

The news of the serialization of the work was announced again on each platform.

Of course, the reaction was not good.

[The writer, I came here because I ran out of money.]

[I’m sure he’ll be writing again throughout the year.]

[The writer really suffers from mental illness????]

[Get off. Please leave the writer up and down.]

[The development is f*cking sluggish.]

“……..”

I closed the comment box.

Originally, my mentality was weak, so I tried not to check the comments, but I did it just in case, but it was just in case.

I read all the recent episodes.

I thought about fixing it, but it was dismissed.

First, it is a matter of plausibility.

It is a nuisance to the reader because fixing the introduction of the novel completely messes up the subsequent development.

It must have been the rule of probability that the revision through the red wine-colored laptop was repeatedly rejected.

Second, regardless of whether the main story was serialized, the novel was already in the process of materialization.

Actually, the problem does not originate here.

The problem is probably the illegally distributed site.

There was something to be concerned about.

Development of recent episodes.

The problem was that I killed my acquaintances in the novel to appease Haerin.

Will that become a reality?

Still, since the episode where Park Se-young, Baek Yu-ram, and her older sister are killed is a ‘changed name’, and Kang Hae-rin and I are the main agents of the murder, I thought that it would definitely not come true.

I decided to think positively.

For example, in order for the episode in which ‘Dahyeon’, a modified version of the sister’s name, materializes, the older sister must be alive, and conversely, it also means to guarantee the safety of the missing sister.

‘… sister, I’ll go find it soon.’

Tadat, Tadat.

I wrote about 8,000 words while reading the novels I have written so far.

It took about 2 hours.

I usually make a plot in my head or on a notepad, think of a rough plot, and type it right away.

It’s better to type than to move.

I definitely felt that way.

The novels I will write and write from now on will give the existing readers a sense of betrayal, but I hoped that the drop would not be as large if possible.

‘A wine-red notebook.’

The work was done with this.

The monster, which I felt created a magical atmosphere, was sitting on my thigh in an ordinary way.

As if the yogi had escaped.

Now it was a really normal laptop.

‘…even though it’s a laptop that costs more than 2 million won.’

It was really bizarre.

I naturally thought that it was this monster that summoned Haerin and materialized the novel.

In fact, after Harin found out her identity, it stopped working like a lie.

But now it’s fine again?

The disappearance of the USB that contained my files, combined with the laptop, was painful, but it seemed that even the mysterious ability was lost along with it.

Maybe I left the USB at my sister’s house.

My sister took it while ‘running away’.

Park Se-young didn’t see it in the locker and passed it by.

three possibilities.

Although it was urgent, I don’t think there was any way that my sister lost the USB while taking the laptop.

she is meticulous

He took care of birthday presents every year that even I forgot, and memorized things like allergies, so he was the one who took care of medicines every time.

There is no possibility that he took it directly.

The person who cared about my position and my stuff to the point of stealing my laptop couldn’t have bothered to disconnect the USB.

The third possibility is the least.

Se-young didn’t seem to be a loafer either, but there’s a possibility that she hurriedly picked up the contents because of the people hanging around in front of the locker.

“Sister… what happened?”

No matter how much I thought about it, I had no idea what my sister was seeing or what she was thinking when she suddenly ran away.

The first thing I suspected was Kang Hae-rin, but unless I checked the basement, it was a groundless suspicion.

Until then, there is no point in further doubting her.

The same goes for the contact from my sister.

Of course, since it was a text message, there is a possibility that Kang Hae-rin used her sister’s phone instead.

But what is the need for a production that seems to end in a hurry, and what is the reason for giving me the laptop?

The most crucial thing is the location of the storage locker.

Everything, even the password, was literally ‘secret’ knowledge that only my sister and I knew.

Seeing Kang Hae-rin get angry for me, my older sister showed a glimpse of her acceptance recently.

But I don’t think I’ll tell Harin the secrets between us.

“… As expected, my sister is right.”

Like a missing yogi, no matter how much I glared at the wine-red laptop, he didn’t respond.

I didn’t automatically erase the contents I typed like before, and I didn’t write a novel while I was still sitting still.

It’s just an expensive laptop.

“I need to find the USB.”

If the thing that materializes the novel is this red wine-colored laptop and the USB that contains my novel.

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Just like when he first summoned Haerin, he would have to summon the two to the same place and try to combine them.

Still, the question feels clear.

I thought that if I could unlock the secret of this notebook, I would be able to find a way to control Haerin.

I don’t want to treat her as a character if possible, but I needed tools to deal with the superhuman Kang Hae-rin and her opponents.

I needed the power of my laptop to do that.

“… Kang Hae-rin looked around her ‘workroom’. Her collection was on display.”

A voice suddenly heard in my ear.

I was startled and closed the laptop.

“Are you surprised? sorry. It is the nurse’s job to keep track of what the patient is doing.”

A woman who raises her head slightly and speaks.

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Jo Sejeong.

It was the nurse I spoke to next to the water purifier earlier.

What I remember especially is that she almost got hit in the neck or heart by Kang Hae-rin overdoing it.

Of course she wouldn’t know that.

It wouldn’t be easy to feel ‘killing intent’ in modern society, so you must have felt an unfamiliar premonition.

The face that had disappeared with a pale face came to mind.

I thought I wouldn’t have anything to see naturally like other nurses and doctors, but why did I come here?

no, more-

“… have you seen it?”

I said, glancing at my laptop.

Wine red laptop.

What I was at least relieved of was the fact that this looked like ‘junk’ in the eyes of others.

When I tried to sell it to Song Yeon-woo through the Cabbage Market, it didn’t work in front of him.

Prior to that, Kang Hae-rin also asked why I was looking at a broken item and offered to buy a new one.

But Jo Se-jeong sees it?

I was puzzled.

“… Among the common pleasure killers were those who collected the body parts of their prey, but she was different. She… is this a thriller?”

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Jo Se-jeong recited and asked.

He seemed to have a pretty good memory.

“… yes. It’s a web novel.”

“Ah, that’s right. Are you a writer?”

“……”

Her inquisitive interest was burdensome.

I can’t talk well with strangers, and more than anything, she bumped into Kang Hae-rin once.

Not good for her, not for me.

I tried to remind myself repeatedly that she was only a ‘nurse’, not a ‘woman’.

I’m sure that’s the kind of interest she’s showing me, in my novels.

Even so, Hyeonta came.

Did this person also think I was ‘weird’?

I always drew attention because of my ugly face and lack of social skills.

No matter what you do, it always stands out.

Because of sloppy and exaggerated behavior.

That was always a complex and a stress.

Even in the eyes of a nurse in a large hospital where many people come and go, it was clear that it was unusual ‘to the extent of being annoying’.

While I was putting down the answer in my heart, Jo Se-jeong began to ask various questions in a light tone.

“Isn’t ‘Kang Hae-rin’ the guardian’s name? You write a novel using your guardian’s name. younger sister?”

“……..”

Obviously, when I came to the hospital room not long ago, I was a person who strained his neck and gave off a ‘nurse-like’ atmosphere, but now it was a normal tone.

Leaning slightly, eyes shining.

I’m literally doing small talk.

I was puzzled by the sudden change in attitude.

What are you thinking?

In any case, the mere fact that she could see the laptop was reason enough to be wary.

Of course, as much as the laptop has lost ‘yogi’, she may not be the only one who can see the screen.

Rather, it is more likely that everyone will see it.

“Oh, sorry. It doesn’t mean anything else.”

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Jo Se-jeong straightened her back and said.

“As a nurse, I came to check on the patient. Because the guardian was so stubborn, I couldn’t fulfill my responsibility. So don’t get me wrong?”

She made excuses.

“The guardian was so stubborn that it was difficult for me as a nurse to give advice. It is the duty of a nurse to take care of you!”

“… Ah yes. Harin is… my girlfriend.”

“Ahh.”

The nurse smiled awkwardly and nodded.

“I’m telling you just in case, but I never have personal feelings, and I said it because it’s work. You know what I mean?”

“yes yes.”

I responded appropriately.

I always unintentionally attract attention and attract attention, but I have to be especially careful this time.

Looking at the clock, lunch was approaching.

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Even after that, I didn’t know because I was writing a novel, but there were several text messages and missed calls.

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Jiyoung Hwang, Yoona Kim.

And it was Baek Yu-ram.

[Senior, I’m sorry… I didn’t know that the author of that novel was you. Why didn’t you tell me. No, this is an excuse too, I’m sorry. Unconditionally. See you soon…]

[Unconditionally guilty!!!!!!]

3 missed calls (Baek Yoo-ram)

[Please answer the phone, senior!!! Please..ㅜㅜㅜ]

[(crying emoticon)]

“……”

It was a great doggeza.

I couldn’t see it, but just looking at the writing, I felt like I could see the hallucination of kneeling down and bowing my head.

All three must have been quite heartbroken and anxious because I hadn’t been in touch.

Of course, it wasn’t a good thing to read my novel through an illegal sharing site, but it was after I stopped publishing on a paid site, and before that, I paid a fair price to read it, so I don’t feel particularly bad.

If only you reflect enough.

“Shall I call you in a little while?”

I just laughed out of spite.

I woke up with my laptop on.

Lunch was to be eaten in the hospital cafeteria.

It’s hard to eat because one hand is injured, but I’m getting used to using the other hand.

‘… I need to find a USB…’

The first thing that comes to mind right away is to ask Park Se-young for help, but I was still too indebted to the hype, who was busy living in the department.

She would probably step out if I told her, but it was also a problem that Park Se-young’s time to move was mostly limited to evenings on weekdays.

I was busy on the weekends doing what I was doing.

Since I can’t move in the hospital, can I ask a favor to ease their guilt?

I ordered bibimbap from the menu and sat down.

The first thing I contacted was Baek Yoo-ram.

Anyway, he’s the head of the “possessors” and his senior.

[… Dongmin, I’m sorry.]

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Just yesterday, she said that it was rude to call the lady late, and Baek Yu-ram apologized.

[I couldn’t control the kids…]

I moderately accepted that exaggeratedly polite word.

Of course, it was her fault that she knew about the use of illegal sharing sites and tolerated it.

However, he did not write it, and after finding out about the use of the site, he tried to convince me to continue to analyze it with web novels that are in official service.

She did her own thing.

“Yuram, can I ask you a favor?”

I said while mixing the bibimbap.

[You say anything. I will take responsibility and complete it.]

“……..”

Same with Se-young, since I kept speaking like that, I felt like I had become a black boss controlling people remotely.

“Could you find me a USB please? I left it at my sister’s house…”

Baek Yoo-ram also readily agreed because he knew that I was having a hard time with my sister’s recent disappearance.

The storage locker was not urgent right away, and there was no need to inform many people, so I asked Park Se-young to check it when I had free time.

I was sorry for making multiple destinations for one person after going to the subway or going to my sister’s house.

“I tried to contact you, but I was afraid you would be too hard. Still, I’m glad that I’ve found some motivation. Your sister will be fine.”

Baek Yoo-ram said.

I explained the shape and shape of the key ring attached to the USB to Yu-Ram Baek.

“… Anyway, please take care of me. There’s something important in there. Please, please.”

[Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility-]

After the phone call, I picked up a spoon.

“Uh…”

However, unlike being confident, he dropped his spoon on the floor as if he wasn’t used to it.

Crack-

The spoon rolled on the floor.

I slowly ducked, feeling the eyes of several people staring at me in the sudden noise.

and.

Took.

Something fell from my body.

Again.

It was the size of a button or fingernail and rolled on the floor several times before coming to a stop about two meters away.

A small, elongated, cylindrical object.

“……”

I picked it up.

It must have fallen from me.

‘Did it get stuck somewhere on the jumper?’

It was an unconventional thought.

Because it wasn’t a button or anything.

I don’t remember putting it on in the first place.

I looked closely.

A small hole was visible on the top of the cylinder.

…just like a tiny microphone.

At the same time, the phone rang.

It was a call from Haerin Kang.

At the same time as I put the phone to my ear, Haerin was walking from the door of the hospital cafeteria smiling.

As in the past, when she met Baek Yoo-ram at a bar, everyone’s awe-inspiring gazes gathered towards her.

Unreal beauty.

another angle, another angle.

Today she was wearing sharp shoes.

“Did you fall out?”

Harin, who was sitting across from me, said.

Her finger pointed to a micro-miniature electronic device that is hard to find in everyday life.

“… is this a wiretapping device?”

I asked.