Chapter 17 – In the Flock, One (4)

In a flock of sheep, one (4)

“Han Se-gye, are you really crazy?!”

Gu Ye-ri’s cry rushes through the campers.

And the vice president of big size follows behind him.

Apparently, when I saw it in the morning before going down the first basement floor, I still couldn’t get out of my friend’s death…

Instead of chaos, the eyes glaring at me now had a very sparkly anger.

“Do not come.”

A very soft warning.

“Quaaaaah”

A scream so desperate that my voice could be eaten comes out from under my feet.

Ahn Se-joon’s head became quiet once again as he relaxed slightly.

Thanks to this, the footsteps of the vice president and Ku Ye-ri, who were rushing forward, stopped.

I calmly made eye contact with each one of them and chanted again.

“This is a personal matter between me and Ahn Se-joon.”

I mean, it has nothing to do with you guys.

“Turn it off— cool—! Cool—!”

While informing them of the truth, Ahn Se-joon shook his body to see if he had become livable again.

“You should be still, Sejun.”

Ahn Se-joon screams as he rolls up his body like an instinct when the pressure presses his head hard again.

“Quaaaaagh-!”
“Please stop it-! Stop it!”

Looking at Ahn Se-joon’s face in pain, Ku Ye-ri desperately restrained me.

“I don’t know if it’s something personal, but whatever it is, it’s clear violence to make people this way!”

There was a reasonable logic inherent in the rapid-fire accusations.

… It’s violence

A small smile naturally leaks out of that logic.

As if to show off to Gu Ye-ri, I retracted the leg that had trampled Ahn Se-joon.

Gu Ye-ri, who sighed lightly at that figure, smiled and trampled on another part of Ahn Se-joon’s body.

The attack target changed from Ahn Se-jun’s head to his right hand.

“Why do you think this is violence?”
“For now, stop whatever it is! One world, you really look good-“
“Isn’t it an obvious prejudice to think of this as violence?”

A calm answer that calmed down Gu Ye-ri’s screams that were burning like fire.

Gu Ye-ri lifted the corners of her eyes, as if in dismay, and flicked her hand lightly to restrain her before opening her mouth again.

A clear expression of intent not to spend any more time on nonsensical conversations.

Before the flagship, whose face became even more red at that figure, he focused his gaze on Ahn Se-joon, who was lying underneath.

“Sejun.”
“…”

Her eyes were already full of fear as she looked up at me while munching her mouth like a baby.

Ahn Se-joon’s face already had two clear tear marks.

I quietly looked down at his face and opened his mouth.

“Did you usually watch a lot of movies?”
“…”

Eyes like dynamics that grow naturally in response to a sudden question.

As if giving a hint, I put a little pressure on the foot that was stepping on his right hand.

“The more you don’t answer, the more it hurts, and the more you suffer.”

Kkeudeuk-!

“Kuuuuu-! Aaaaa!

As soon as the pressure from his feet increases, Ahn Se-joon flutters his body like a live fish.

My left hand, which has been wandering around, grabs my right foot as if begging to somehow reduce the pressure on my foot.

“Oh, that’s right! That’s right, that’s right, that’s right! I’m right, please-! Jebaal-! It hurts so much, so-! It hurts so much!”

Shut-! That’s-! Mr., Mr. Ciibaaaaar!

If you apply a little force before stepping on the bastard’s poet, curse words that you don’t know who you’re talking to come out.

“Keugh-! Hehe-! Hehe—!”

As soon as my feet were removed, Ahn Se-jun hurriedly held his right hand in his arms and cried sadly.

I raised my eyes looking at Ahn Se-joon, who was curled up like a slug.

Except for Ahn Se-joon’s crying, the library camp has become strangely quiet.

I glanced over at Ye-ri Gu and the vice-president next to him, who were glaring at me with eyes that still seemed incomprehensible.

In particular, the vice president, who was quite quiet compared to the stomping approach with eyes full of anger.

“…”

Those complicated eyes that kept looking at Ahn Se-joon and me alternately and conflicted over something.

I was going to take care of my hands once when it pops out this time.

Should I call this luck, or should I say it’s a good feeling.

He made eye contact with the vice-president, who had a bit of a foxy side to him because he was distracted by his size, and smiled softly.

Knock-!

The vice president who does not avoid my eyes, gnashing his teeth enough to hear my smile from afar.

I laughed and looked at the entire camp, not just the vice president.

“I’ve just come in, so I tried to avoid causing problems, but this isn’t a big deal.”

I shook my head and spoke.

“It’s obvious violence…”

Under-!

He let out a small laugh and pointed his finger at Ahn Se-joon, who was still weaving.

“Then I wonder what I should have done with this bastard who stole my food.”

Mr. Yeri?

Gu Ye-ri frowned at my soft question.

“What would Yeri do?”

Did you report it to the police?

Or did you tell the professor?

Gu Ye-ri, who was glaring at me like she would kill me at the sarcastic question, answered.

“I would have checked the facts and prevented a recurrence. If you react savagely to each and every one of these problems like Mr. Han Se-gye, wouldn’t that be a 21st-century democratic citizen, but a puppy that went mad because his rice bowl was taken away?”
“Oh—a literal textbook answer. Five points to Gryffindor.”

When I praised her while imitating her profound tone, Yeri Gu’s face turned redder.

Confirmation of facts, prevention of recurrence, 21st century democratic citizenship.

“… Good. Everything is good, but at that point, where are my missing food items?”
“…”
“Where is my food that has already disappeared in the yard breaking zombie heads in the basement to get even one more food, Mr. Ku Ye-ri?”

Gu Ye-ri’s mouth, which had not been blocked until now, quickly opened and closed again.

Seeing him wriggling his eyebrows as if he was choosing what to say, I opened fire first.

“My food, which I literally prepared to die for, is gone. With their own solid evidence, they questioned the culprit. So she even obtained a confession from the culprit.”

The camp people who secretly avoid my eyes on the obvious facts.

I forced eye contact with each one of them and opened my mouth again.

“Is it so wrong to give my own reasonable punishment to this situation where the library, let alone the police station, cannot escape?”
“…”

No one at library camp answered my questions.

They may have already begun to rationalize themselves in their minds.

That’s not one-sided violence—

It’s a fair punishment with a good reason.

“You think that such a beastly bastard should be punished, but is there anyone who opposes it?”

I swung the library camp once more, meaning I’d wait for other opinions.

Some have very dissatisfied faces, but they don’t open their mouths—

Someone else, or most of the camp people, just quietly averted my eyes.

No.

Rather than just avoiding it, it would be more accurate to say that he was busy glancing at someone else.

The vice-president’s face, where most of the camp people’s eyes glare.

However, he was just silent with a very complicated face.

The leader’s silence is everyone’s silence.

“…”
“… Nice.”

A lot.

I turned my back, responding with a smile to those who silently affirmed.

Behind the steps back to the temporary residence, the footsteps of Koh Jang-hoon, who quickly supports Ahn Se-joon and follows him, resonate.

… Tyrant and kingship, submission and submission.

Positive and negative factors.

As I got used to this life, I suddenly realized one thing.

People always need a reason.

The reason why this sudden violence happened now.

The reason why Ahn Se-joon was taken by force.

And why can’t you oppose it?

People are always ready to understand anything for a good reason.

It means that you are ready to rationalize yourself at any time.

Even if it is submission and submission towards someone.

Either positive or negative.

If only there was a reason

Thud- thud-

I laughed involuntarily as I walked down the second floor, soaked in strange silence.

So it won’t take long.

In a world like this, reason is an element that can be created very easily.

Goh Goh Hoon.

Woojin Park and Minjun Kim.

And now Ahn Se-joon behind me.

Metallurgy metallurgy-

But very definitely.

All will obey Me for good reasons.

***

A night in the library where artificial light sources are scarce.

Moonlight traveled through the windows and illuminated the library very faintly.

“I understand?”
“…”

Among them, the darkened corner of the temporary shelter.

Ahn Se-joon, who was sitting very well in the corner and hugging his knees, hurriedly nodded his head.

As if he was satisfied that he didn’t have to explain twice, Gao Ji-hun nodded and stared at me.

With his eyes looking for a final confirmation, he raised his body from leaning against the wall and crouched down in front of Ahn Se-joon.

Ahn Se-joon flinched as if having a seizure just because I came closer.

I took the right hand that was still holding onto him and carefully examined it.

He carefully examined his trembling right hand and narrowed his eyes.

Bend your slightly swollen right hand—

“Ugh-!”

Ahn Se-joon, who frowned as if he was about to die, cried.

“The left hand next.”

The warning given in a low voice made it even sweeter— Ahn Se-joon’s right hand trembled.

Feeling the strong vibration, he spoke slowly.

“So, starting today, Sejun, you will be guarding our food bag. Because our eunuch checks the food list every day—”

If there’s even one empty spot…

“Know?”
“…”

Ahn Se-joon nodded his head vigorously so that it could not be faster.

I looked at Ahn Se-jun, who was widening his nostrils as if he were about to cry, and looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

“It’s nice though.”
“…”
“There’s no way you could eat all that much food by yourself.”

It may have started with Ahn Se-joon, but there must have been an accomplice in the disappearance of so much food.

But how many of those accomplices, whoever—

While Ahn Se-joon suffered one-sided beatings and violence from me, not a single one came out.

I let out a small laugh at the thought of the people at the camp who were desperately avoiding my eyes.

“In that sense, shall we give Sejun one last chance?”

Ahn Se-joon’s frightened eyes slowly rise from the floor at the quiet voice.

“Since you can be a bit unfair about using Dumtan, I’ll tell you one more secret besides food.”
“…”
“This secret is so important that it cannot be compared to a single energy bar.”

If you keep quiet without being caught by others, of course I will give you something much better than an energy bar, right?

As if it were an unavoidable proposal, Ahn Se-joon glared at me while swallowing his uvula.

I moved a little closer and whispered in his ear.

“You know how heartbreaking you are?”

His right hand trembled with the most violent vibration at my whisper.

As if warning, I grabbed his right hand tightly and whispered softer.

“Actually- you weren’t killed by a psychic zombie?”

Despite my warning, his right arm trembled more violently as if convulsed.

Nodded-

This time, I pressed his right hand with my hand, not my foot, and quietly met his eyes.

The guy’s big eyes, full of tears.

“Keep-! Queue!”

As if holding back something, he desperately shut his mouth and recited to the crying man.

“Then who died?”
“Keep it off! Kkeuh-!”

The eyes of a guy who pours out tears that may be the number of times today and only contains me.

He responded with a smile as if he were answering my question.

“Answer.”
“Keep it off! Kkeuk-!”

Ahn Se-joon is already trying desperately to keep his secret.

Tring-!

[‘An Sejun’ ‘submits’ to you ‘very strongly’.]

[Success factor: ‘very strong’ fear of violence.]

“There is no second time, Sejun.”

I gave a small smile to Ahn Se-joon, who was holding his breath, and went back to his original position.

As soon as I leave, Ahn Se-joon curls up like a slug.

I nodded my head in satisfaction and stared at the opposite side of the bookcase.

The other side, which I couldn’t see well at first, was covered in darkness and I couldn’t see anything.

“Aren’t you probably busy doing something like an emergency meeting or a countermeasure meeting by now?”
“Well, I guess.”

If you don’t feel that the situation going back now is very strange, that’s an idiot.

If I were there, I would definitely be discussing countermeasures for this situation under the cover of darkness.

“Tomorrow, I will listen carefully to Woojin and Minjunie and deliver it properly.”
“Well, I might be meeting to the exclusion of both of them.”

After all, those two are members of the search team that I have established as the core.

“Ah—then finally—”
“Okay.”

Koh Ji-hun clapped his hands as if he had waited and licked his lips again.

“Maybe you need a junior from your club.”
“Hehe- if it’s that way, don’t worry even more.”

Goh Koh Hoon answered very confidently, but—

Well

From my point of view, the juniors in the chess club that Koh Jang-hoon was talking about were typical ‘assa’.

I’m sure he would have told me to pretend I didn’t know, but I could tell right away from his secretly staring at my face.

Below average height, below average appearance, below average mood.

The typical criminal ideal was ‘Kang Cheong-sin’, Ko’s junior.

Will Kang Cheong-sin, who will fall into the category of such an asshole, be able to get useful information from that camp, which is dominated by the ‘student council’, a typical gathering of in-laws?

That was the problem…

“Hehe- it’s okay, it’s okay. Because you believe in me That bastard is still in a state of communication at that camp.”
“… You seem to be very sociable.”

I changed my words, wondering if there was a slight misunderstanding due to prejudice about appearance, but rather, Go-go Hoon waved his hand in fright.

“No. No. It’s just— how to say — you know this situation best?”
“… A situation like this?”
“Yeah—every disaster or zombie movie I’ve seen was shown by that bastard.”
“… Ah.”

It was something I could understand roughly.

“That bastard in Barnes Gambit—Ah Vans Gambit is a chess club that changed Queen’s Gambit to Banseokdae’s ‘Ban’ in Queen’s Gambit—I don’t play the chess that the bastard wants to play—”

I quietly raised my hand to Koh Goh, who was about to fall into the story again.

Koh Goh-hoon hurriedly shuts up at my restraint.

The movement of people, which gradually got closer one after another, stopped in front of a crack in the wall of the bookshelf.

Smart-

Someone’s hand gently knocking on the bookshelf.

“Are you there?”

It was a familiar voice.

Even if you haven’t heard it in real life, it’s a voice you’ll get tired of hearing in the media.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Cha Seol-hee stuck her head out through the cracks in the bookshelf.