Chapter 100 – Proof of Murder

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“Where the hell are you?”

Park Jung-kyun, who had been hiding in Lee Chul-gi’s villa, had already been investigating the place for over 20 minutes.
The time to stop the monitoring device is not too long.
If he went on like this, there was a possibility that his actions would be exposed to anyone.

‘Why…’

He stood still and thought.
He felt that he was missing something.

Choi Seong-gyu’s words were not lies.
He also had a hunch that he had acquired from spending a long time in the underworld.
There was an aura of unrest in this house.
I could feel that it hadn’t been long since it had happened.

He roused his senses and recalled every nook and cranny of the house he had examined.
Then he walked back towards the study he had already looked at.

As he looked at the large picture hanging on the wall, he had a strange feeling.
The abstract painting made one’s mood churn in a strange way from the depths of the stomach.
But this feeling wasn’t just because of the painting.
The important thing is not to look at the phenomenon only on the surface, but to uncover the identity of what really creates this feeling.

He quietly tried to activate mana.

Ugh-

He realized that the remaining thoughts create a strange feeling centered on one place.
Part of the picture.
The feeling was especially strong in the eyes of the child drawn in the corner.

Park Jung-kyun looked at it quietly.

“Ah…”

He had never seen a device like this before.
However, it was a very old thing, and I had forgotten about it because I didn’t use it often.
Yes, and he certainly had the means to pierce this.

‘I feel bad, this.’

Park Jung-kyun put his hand into the inventory.
After a while, what came out of his hand was someone else’s hand.
Severed hand.
It belonged to a man long dead and had been mummified.
It was made to be preserved in that state.
There are artisans of the underworld who make these things.

Fortunately, Jungkyun Park took it out, which had not been used much so far, to unlock the lock behind this painting.
He grabbed the wrist of the severed hand and blew mana into it.
Then light flowed from the fingertips.
It resonated precisely with the eyes of the child in the painting.

When the fingers of the severed hand were placed on the picture, there was a rattling sound along with a response of wooing.

Park Jeong-gyun turned his head.
Then he saw the floor sink down, revealing a staircase.

Looking down at it, I knew immediately.
He knew that most of the disturbing energy he felt was flowing from there.

It felt like a gate to hell that I should never have set foot on.

“Whoa…”

Anyway, time is running out.
Park Jung-gyun was sure that the clue he wanted to get here was probably down here.

He put his severed hand in his inventory and went down the stairs to the basement.

An unpleasant smell stung his nose.
It smelled of manure with a slight smell of blood, and the strongest was the smell of semen.

Jungkyun Park frowned and went down the stairs to the basement.

There were no bodies there.
However, he could sense a definite residual thought.

Chains that were connected from the ceiling and drooped down.
This was especially true for the tool designed to restrain both hands.

In the room were all sorts of tools for perverted sexual desire that bordered on instruments of torture.
And I saw a tripod installed in front of the stretched chain.
The camera that should have been placed on it is not visible.
It was obvious what all this was set up for.

“Fuck…”

He had already thought that he would run into trouble.
However, Lee Cheol-gi’s rich man was a lot more bad guys than he thought.
Even when they kill people, they don’t just kill people, they study the most painful way.
Otherwise, there would be no space like this in the villa.

Anyway, Park Jeong-kyun decided he had to do what he had to do.
What was most needed was to find evidence.
Once, he left photos of every nook and cranny of the basement.

I checked to see if there was a storage device in the camera, but it wasn’t there either.

A little bit of blood on the floor was also taken, but it was difficult to see all of this as conclusive evidence.
If you try to attack with flimsy evidence, it’s rather likely to face the backlash.

Park Jung-kyun was standing and frowning at him.
Suddenly, there was a roar of coo-gu-gu-gung.
It was similar to the sound I had heard when the stairs descending to the basement appeared, but this one was louder and clunkier.

Park Jung-gyun saw the inside of the basement wall cracking on both sides.
And I looked at a person, no, a human-shaped creature that appeared behind the wall.

It was a creature of terrible appearance.
It was as big as three big men put together, and there were stitches and stretch marks all over the skin.

My eyes were blurry, and my rotten, vibrating mouth was open.

“What is this?”

Park Jeong-kyun gave an absurd voice when he saw the human form but rather close to a monster.

But he had no time to be still and think.
The strange and obnoxious being started running toward him.

Thump, thump, thump,

Stepping on the floor made the basement, or even the entire house, shake.
Park Jung-gyun rolled on the floor to avoid his heavy-stretched fist.

“Fuck!”

I could see that it wasn’t just a gross appearance, it was quite powerful.
He had to look at it as a B to A class if you hit it with the monsters in the dungeon.
Park Jeong-gyun thought.
He said he shouldn’t waste time killing this guy.
Perhaps the opening of the stairs down to the basement triggered a new security device he had failed to disarm.

If I dragged it out too long, someone would come this way.

The hulking, zombie-like being continued to swing his fist.
There were small, sharp bone fragments protruding from the back of his hand, and I knew that even if I brushed against them, I would be infected with a terrible poison.

When Park Jung-gyun observed his movement, he induced movement in one direction.

When his high head was positioned under his chains, he ran towards him.
The zombie, of course, swung her fist once more.
Park Jung-kyun lowered his body and slid between the open crotch of the zombie he had been aiming for from the beginning.

I quickly climbed onto his back and wrapped the dangling chain around his neck.

This chain was no ordinary object.
It was designed to bind the hunter and make him helpless.

He strangled the zombie with the chain and pulled it with all his might.

“Keep it off!”

The zombie struggled through her arms, agonizing.

Thump, thump,

There was an unpleasant sound of bones breaking.
Zombies with strong vitality did not fall down for a while.

But as I began to choke on my breath and break my neck bones, I felt the energy of life slowly diminishing in him.

Thud!

Zombie is down.
But is it a final struggle?
His arm suddenly bent in an unconventional direction, and a piece of bone on the back of his hand grazed Park Jung-kyun’s face.

“Ugh!”

Park Jung-gyun immediately felt the pain rising with a burning sensation.
As expected, the zombie’s body was like a large mass of poison.

It was clear that the poison would spread throughout the body if not acted upon quickly.

“Fuck! Die, little!”

Ttuktuk, Ttuktuk.

He pulled the chain as hard as he could, breaking his neck and tearing his flesh.

Pak!

Finally, the zombie’s head was bent in the opposite direction and completely separated from the body.
Rotten blood flowed from it.

“Hey, heck,”

Park Jeong-gyun threw his chains.

“Fuck!”

While kicking at the dead zombie, something suddenly caught my eye.
Tattoo on the inside of the forearm.

An inverted triangle-shaped figure was drawn, and inside it was a scribbled letter that seemed to be someone’s signature.
When I saw it, I definitely felt it.
The feeling that this being close to a monster was made by someone’s hand.

The material must have been a living human being.
It was highly likely that it was also made from the Hunter’s corpse.
There were not many people in Korea who could do this kind of work.

Park Jung-kyun took a picture of the tattoo.

He looked inside the open wall where the zombies had appeared.
The glimpse of the scenery in it made nausea flow out of his mouth again.

“Fuck…”

There were bodies piled inside.
Separated limbs stacked with viscera.

Among the corpses that might have been the zombie’s meal, a fragment of the most recently deceased woman’s corpse appeared relatively clean.
Its face was facing this way.
A face full of resentment and fear.
She was Park Da-in.

Everything Choi Seong-gyu said was true.

Park Jung-gyun went inside the open wall and took pictures of the corpses.

‘That’s why there won’t be any evidence left.’

I raised a zombie and made it eat corpses.
Anyway, getting here quickly worked well.
Park Da-in’s corpse remained largely intact, and was certainly worthy of being used as evidence.

Beep beep, beep beep,

The timer rang.
The one he set before entering the house.

Park Jung-kyun moved quickly to get out of this house.