Chapter 567 – Jang Sanbeom -2-

“···I want to live in a world without cell phones.”

It wasn’t a joke.

These words are more sincere than ever.

Life without a cell phone in your hand.

Lee Choa desperately wants it.

Due to the nature of my job, I have never had a chance to completely relax even on holidays.

I have to be on the lookout for a call from the special department saying it’s an emergency.

In the early days of Lee Cho-ah’s work as second-in-command, it was a time when the current ship was infested with ghosts, and looking back, it was truly terrifying.

At that time, she was so obsessed with communication that she would wake up and check her phone even when she was sleeping.

A forced reminiscence of the past.

Seeing Ichoa staring outside her with blank eyes.

Hwang Dong-hyeon tapped the steering wheel with his fingers and opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why suddenly?”

“I didn’t hear from you last time…”

“It’s okay. It’s already in the past, so we just have to be careful in the future.”

“Yes! I will be careful!”

In fact, not being able to contact you due to personal reasons such as being in a noisy place or being drunk is an excuse that is not acceptable to the Special Investigation Department.

As a result, she was relieved, and upon reflection, Ichoa also moved on without reporting it to the higher-ups.

Hwang Dong-hyeon also recognizes the fact that he met the shooter well.

As it is a sensitive profession where life comes and goes in an instant, it is common for co-workers to be scolded or beaten up by the gunner for a minor mistake.

‘I tend to get things done easily.’

Is it because I realized the luck that comes with life?

Hwang Dong-hyeon continued the topic again after realizing that the deeper the conversation, the more the deep-rooted fear was being alleviated.

“Senior. This is the world without cell phones that you mentioned earlier.”

“Uh.”

“No matter how much I think about it, I’m not sure because I’m an addict who can’t survive a day without my cell phone.”

“Because individual differences are clear.”

Lee Choa thought while answering.

She said she might be especially stressed in this way.

“If you watch videos these days, you often see people living in the mountains as natural people. Have you seen them?”

“Ah, I think I saw it?”

“Senior, do you think living like that is ideal?”

“It’s different. It’s just that I don’t want to keep paying attention to calls that may or may not come.”

Hwang Dong-hyeon still didn’t understand what this meant, but whatever.

Lee Choa did not continue the explanation.

She cast her gaze out the window and continued reviewing the principles of mental law and supremacy in her mind.

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The time it took to run like that from Seoul to Busan was about five and a half hours.

Originally, I could have arrived faster since there were almost no cars, but after buying coffee at a rest stop, I filled up the gas tank and wondered how far I could have driven.

I stopped by the rest area one more time to see Hwang Dong-hyeon, who was twisting his body like a twist while thinking about a cigarette, in disarray.

Because Icho Ai has never even had a cigarette in his mouth

Even if it is a heavily used business vehicle, it is impossible to say that you should smoke inside.

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“Senior. We have arrived.”

The place where the car stopped was the Daecheon Park public parking lot, which is close to the entrance of Jangsan Mountain.

Lee Cho-ah got out of her passenger seat, shook off her tingly feelings and stretched out.

“Uuuh——!!! Sigh, I had a hard time driving.”

“No, I will report that we have arrived in Busan.”

While Hwang Dong-hyun heads to the corner and holds a cigarette while talking on the phone.

Ichoah gathered her bag that she had placed under the passenger seat and checked her messenger with one hand.

‘Are you busy…?’

There was a sign that she had read the post about the location, but there had been no reply from Roman yet.

Since she hasn’t received any confirmation that she will help, she is too embarrassed to send a message again.

So Ichoa gave up and raised her head.

‘Jangsan (萇山).’

Jangsan tiger is hiding in those mountains that occupy most of Haeundae-gu.

Of course, I have no intention of tracking down ghost energy when the sun is brightly rising.

Judging by the snowfall, there are quite a few hikers, so if you touch it incorrectly, there could be irreparable casualties.

For safety reasons, the night is perfect when the gloom naturally drives away the public.

Until then.

I wait for any unexpected situation.

You must remain on guard to prevent injured Jangsan tigers from coming out of their territory and attacking people.

For that purpose, I came down to Busan early in the morning.

“3,190 to the top of the mountain… 2,438 to the fork…”

Ichoa is looking at the information board for her section of the hiking trail.

After finishing the call, Hwang Dong-hyeon walked out, shaking off the smell of cigarettes.

“Senior. What do you like about soup and rice for lunch?”

“What are you talking about? Just buy me some kimbap or a hamburger. I’ll be watching this place.”

When Lee Cho-ah handed over her card, regret was clearly visible on Hwang Dong-hyeon’s face.

“···.”

Is the sea of ​​Haeundae that I saw on the way here shimmering?

It seems very disappointing that I can’t enjoy it even though I came to Busan.

“Hwang Dong-hyeon.”

“Yes, yes!”

Did he realize his mistake that had been made unconsciously?

Hearing Lee Cho-ah’s voice, he stiffens and stands at attention.

“You get paid a lot. You have to get your money’s worth, right?”

“That’s right! I’ll buy it right away!”

Lee Cho-a scratched her head as she watched the second officer disappear behind her.

‘I’m embarrassed.’

There is a saying that if you have a habit of thinking deeply about this job, you won’t last long.

As bad things come endlessly, it is important to shake them off or forget them quickly.

But.

Is Hwang Dong-hyeon’s optimistic and one-dimensional attitude a good thing or a bad thing as a member of the special task force?

Lee Choa is yet to make a decision.

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“Sir, it’s time.”

The sun has completely set.

The moon took the lead in the sky.

As she was watching the entrance to the hiking trail, she couldn’t see anyone else coming down at some point.

Ichoa, who was sitting on her bench, got up and grabbed her bag.

“All my stuff is here… Did you take your weapons?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Report that we will start now.”

“I understand.”

With the cooperation of police and soldiers, all entrances to Jangsan Mountain were blocked.

Lee Cho-ah, accompanied by Hwang Dong-hyeon, delved into the dark mountain.

“”···.””

Let your eyes adapt to the dark.

She walks along a well-made hiking trail.

Sarah. Sarah. Sarak.

In the quiet mountain, the sound of stepping on leaves piled up on the ground was particularly loud.

It amplified the tension she was harboring.

The higher she went, the more she began to feel ghost energy on her skin.

Ichoa took out her pistol from her bag and placed it openly in her hand.

Hwang Dong-hyeon quickly assembled the rod to use the mystery.

After Lee Cho-ah sent her hand signal to Hwang Dong-hyeon, who followed steadily behind her.

She took her steps again, holding her breath.

‘I’ll meet you soon.’

Was Jang Sanbeom really hurt?

The ghost energy was flowing out uncontrollably, making the mountain gloomy.

Following their energy, the two left the hiking trail.

As soon as I moved away from the traces of people, a reaction came immediately.

– Save me! It hurts… Wow!!!

– Please help…!

A tearing scream that reverberates through the mountains.

Hwang Dong-hyeon’s steps, who were following him, suddenly stopped.

Because it was a very familiar voice.

“Senior… Just…?”

“Ignore it. You said you were imitating the voice of a dead person.”

The problem is the meaning of that terrible act.

The real problem is that it is impossible to tell whether he and Hwang Dong-hyun have been discovered or whether he is expressing his wounds in a human voice.

The answer came quickly, even before Lee Cho-ah could decide on his course of action.

“It’s coming. Get ready.”

“Okay, yeah…!”

It approaches in a straight line.

Looking at the ghost energy that is rapidly approaching, the electron is no different from the worst.

The hand holding the pistol was tense.

– Lord, I don’t want to die…!

A white mass imitating a human voice moved around.

Sarak!

When you hear a rustling sound from one side and turn your head.

Crispy!

A sound comes straight from the other side.

‘It’s fast!’

I was aware of the fact that Jang Sanbeom was fast.

Nevertheless, when I actually saw it, it was beyond my imagination.

“Stop, senior…!”

Hwang Dong-hyeon must have already felt hopeless, as his grip on the pole was weakened.

“Don’t be scared and focus.”

These words are not a scolding to Hwang Dong-hyun, but to Lee Cho-ah herself.

She held her pistol tightly.

It focused on inner strength, not mystery.

‘···I can see it!’

Let’s bring out the inner energy in our eyes.

The ghost energy flowing from the open wound can be read like a trace.

I began to see a white beast running wild between the trees.

There is no time for hesitation.

Ichoa immediately stretched out her arm and took aim.

The moment her movements were read, she pulled the trigger.

Taang!

A gunshot that rings like an echo.

Jang San Beom, who was running wild while letting out a strange voice, fell down on the dirt ground.

Passu── turned into ashes and began to disperse.

Ichoa looked at her own pistol, smelling of gunpowder, with her dazed face.

‘W-what is this…?’

Jang Sanbeom died with just one pistol shot.

The sight of him rolling around without even being able to scream in pain was like instant death.

“Are you dead…?”

Hwang Dong-hyeon, who was watching from next to her, also found it hard to believe this situation.

She asked with her mouth wide open.

At that moment, she was about to reply, saying, “I think that’s the case.”

Ghosts of the same species began to flock in response to the fading ghost energy.

– Kiyi!

– Kakagak!!!

A strange crying sound, like scratching on a blackboard, fills the space.

Ichoa recognized the ghosts skittering between the trees as she stepped over the steep terrain and raised her pistol again.

‘Isn’t it just one…?’

How many of these are there?

The darkness filled with Jangsan Beom was full of eye light.

‘The bullet is…’

She fired one shot, so there are now 11 shots left.

There were more long-term criminals than the number of bullets baptized.