Chapter 230
Theatrical Regression Life
Episode 230
Since he was not feeling well, he was advised to rest at the hotel, but Lee Jae-heon returned home right away. It was obvious that there would be devices and people in the hotel to monitor him anyway, so why would he stay there? Even if it took some time, it was comfortable to rest at home without any distractions.
Lee Jae-heon calmly entered the front door and collapsed, leaning back as soon as he closed the door.
ââ¦Ughâ¦.â
I felt sick.
âWuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuâ¦â
He lowered his head and retched, but nothing came out. I didnât eat much of the late-night snacks I did have because I knew they contained medicine. I was just so sick to my stomach that I was sick of it.
I felt very unwell.
ââ¦Iâm going to die if I keep doing thisâ¦.â
No matter how much his physical abilities improved, his basic body was that of an old manager in his current life, not his past life. Didnât you see a corpse and its organs all at once that you had never seen before in your life? This reaction was natural as I did not have the regenerative ability like before and my mental strength was not as good as before.
âHaaâ¦.â
Jaeheon Lee staggered out of his seat and headed toward the kitchen. I wanted to drink ice water, but I didnât even have the strength to add water to the ice, so I just filled it with cold water and drank it straight. A cold feeling seeped from my throat to my stomach, and I felt more conscious than before.
I just had a feeling.
ââ¦.â
Lee Jae-heon blinked blankly, leaning against the table with one hand on it.
ââ¦Iâll sleep.â
Youâll feel better if you sleep.
As I was walking hurriedly to the bedroom with a sigh, the intercom rang.
ââ¦ah?â
ah.
Oh right.
âI forgot.â
I had already expected Hong Kyung-jun to come.
Lee Jae-heon stared at Hong Gyeong-jun, who was looking at me intently on the screen beyond the intercom. Iâm sure I couldnât see Jaeheon Lee from over there, but for some reason I felt like our eyes had met.
ââ¦hmm.â
Lee Jae-heon closed his mouth again and turned his gaze to look inside the house.
I donât remember, but I donât know when I took it off, but there was a coat lying around near the front door. A living room table with researched documents scattered about. The kitchen light turned on alone in a dark house. I had cleaned up all the small blood and chemicals last time, so it looked clean except for a little bit of mess.
ââ¦.â
Ignoring the intercom that was ringing all the time, Lee Jae-heon headed to the table.
âOh my.â
Clink!
The glass that I normally used to drink water from fell to the floor and shattered.
âSuch a mistake.â
It was a cup that I had always cherished, but now that things have become like this, I thought it would be nice to get another one.
Jaeheon Lee put the piece of glass in his hand with a faint smile. As a piece of glass was roughly placed on my already peeled hand, new wounds quickly formed. I lifted my hand from where I had thrown the bloody piece of glass on the sink and ruffled my hair.
ââ¦This is too contrived.â
He muttered softly and adjusted his appearance one by one.
I gently swept up the messy hair with my hand and wiped my blood-soaked hands with a towel hanging in the kitchen. I put on the gloves that I didnât know why I left in a corner of the house, put on the coat that was crumpled in front of the front door, and looked at the full-length mirror.
âOh, get out.â
When I waved my hand at the face of my previous life, which was looking at me with disdain, the thin eyes reminiscent of a snake frowned and soon disappeared. I donât know where itâs going, but it disappeared from the mirror anyway. Lee Jae-heon looked at the normal mirror and sighed in satisfaction.
Anyone can see that he is not sane, but he is pretending otherwise.
ââ¦flaw.â
Crazy bastard.
It was so funny that I did it myself that I burst into laughter. Even though it took so long, the intercom notification sound is still ringing, which is even funnier. Even if there is really no flexibility, is it possible to be like this?
âI should be happy about this, I shouldnâtâ¦â
Lee Jae-heon walked up to the intercom and cleared his throat.
Because I canât let the opportunity that came my way go to waste.
* * *
On the way to Lee Jae-heonâs house, Hong Gyeong-jun had many concerns.
ââ¦Is it okay for me to come visit you?â
I knew it was pointless, but I couldnât help the screaming in my gut. Hong Gyeong-jun, feeling truly unbearable discomfort and anxiety, ended up coming to the front of the officetel where Lee Jae-heon lived. Of course, there was a guard guarding the entrance, so I hesitated for a moment about what to say, butâ¦
âAh, are you Teacher Hong Gyeong-jun?â
ââ¦Yes, it is me.â
âIâm sorry for wasting your time. Please come in.â
ââ¦.â
It seems that Lee Jae-heon had spoken separately about Hong Gyeong-junâs entrance. If you look at the security guard nodding his head as soon as you say his name. In the end, Hong Gyeong-jun came right in front of the front door of Lee Jae-heonâs house without being able to resolve his confusion.
Hong Gyeong-jun put his finger on the intercom button and hesitated, uncharacteristically.
ââ¦is this really okay?â
If there were any signs of an assigned case or an incident, he would have rang the bell without hesitation, but Hong Gyeong-jun was, strictly speaking, an ordinary person, not a detective. First of all, I got off work, especially since I was not involved in the incident with Lee Jae-heon.
It was not a good idea for a man in his 40s, whose limbs were still intact, to visit his home at this late hour out of concern. Lee Jae-heon had a strange hobby of showing off pride that he didnât have, so he might laugh and make fun of such foolish things. Itâs Sunday evening and Iâll be going to work tomorrow, so I thought Iâd definitely come home, but I may not have.
ââ¦Umâ¦.â
Hong Gyeong-jun, who was hesitant, took out his cell phone from his pocket.
ââ¦the power is still out.â
Perhaps due to the uniqueness of the environment, Lee Jae-heon used several cell phones, but all three numbers he gave to Hong Gyeong-jun were turned off. Whether it was intentional or not, I couldnât help but feel confused.
Plus, I feel overly anxiousâ¦
ââ¦Ha.â
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Hong Gyeong-junâs finger pressed the doorbell.
The sound of relaxing music echoed through the hallway, and Hong Kyung-jun folded his arms and waited for anything to change. Jaeheon Lee comes out from inside, asks whatâs going on over the intercom, or you hear the sound of someone walking from inside. Anyway, the change in direction allows us to know that Lee Jae-heon is safe.
Since there was no change until the first and second songs ended, Hong Gyeong-jun wondered if Lee Jae-heon was not at home. I was about to think that if I didnât receive it this time, I would have to go back to this.
ââ¦?â
Hong Gyeong-jun frowned.
ââ¦Is there anyone?â
I heard something breaking.
Of course, he could have misheard. I felt it last time, but this officetel where Lee Jae-heon lives was very soundproof, so it could have been just an auditory hallucination or an illusion created by Hong Gyeong-jun, who was acting out of unreasonable anxiety.
âJaeheon Lee?â
Still, it felt uncomfortable, so Hong Gyeong-jun rang the doorbell again.
âJaeheon Leeâ¦.â
âWhatâs going on?
ââ¦You were at home.â
Even though I knew that Lee Jae-heon was inside, I couldnât suppress a strange feeling of anxiety.
âIâm sorry for coming to you suddenly. âI know itâs rude, but you didnât answer so I came to see you.â
âI told you that it would be difficult to contact you during the weekend.
âYes, I remember. âI apologize again.â
ââ¦.
âIs it okay if I go inside?â
A voice overlaid with a mechanical sound echoed through the hallway.
-Thereâs no problem, so letâs go back.
ââ¦Please open the door.â
âItâs really okay. You must be tiredâ¦
âI rested and did nothing all day. âMy legs are sore from the long journey. Would you mind giving me a ride?â
-Do you know what kind of vending machine I am?
âThen I will take care of the water, drink it, and then go back.â
Hong Gyeong-jun spoke once again.
âSo open the door. âUnless one of my limbs falls off.â
ââ¦.
âNo, if itâs really that bad, you should open the door.â
ââ¦Sighâ¦.
With a slow sigh, the unique mechanical sound of the intercom cut off, and Hong Gyeong-jun listened to the sound coming from inside the door in the quiet hallway. It was a well-soundproofed building, but for some reason I felt like I could hear people walking inside.
When the distinctive sound of the door lock sounded, Lee Jae-heon appeared from inside the door.
ââ¦.â
ââ¦My limbs are fine.â
Hong Gyeong-jun tilted his head.
âI donât think so.â
There was an excessively strong smell of blood.
âCan I come in first?â
âNo, if you just checkedâ¦â
âI think youâre hurt somewhere, but itâs going to be difficult to treat it on your own. âIf there is medicine in it, I will go in and help you with the treatment.â
âItâs okayâ¦.â
âIf you leave it alone, it will fester.â
Lee Jae-heon muttered, looking exhausted.
âYouâre not even a doctor, detective.â
Itâs true that you got hurt.
Hong Gyeong-jun answered with a calm face.
âThereâs no law that says a detective canât treat an injured person.â
ââ¦.â
Lee Jae-heon glanced at the corner of his eyes with a gloved hand and nodded slightly. Then I realized that he had given me permission to quietly enter the house. Hong Gyeong-jun did not refuse and went straight to Lee Jae-heonâs house.
And then I saw drops of blood falling on the floor.
ââ¦Self-harm is not a good habitâ¦.â
âNo, I accidentally dropped the glass. I got hurt while picking it up. âItâs not really like that.â
âAs you know, psychiatry is doing well these daysâ¦â
âWhy donât you say no? Itâs really no problem.â
I guess I was completely wrong, as I could see faintly shiny pieces on the blood-stained side. It seemed like the only large pieces were left behind after being hastily removed.
âDid I startle you?â
âYes definitely.â
âI apologize.â
But even so, someone around Lee Jae-heon accidentally dropped the glass? There may be other reasons, but it seemed like an undeniable fact that Jaeheon Lee was particularly exhausted today, as was the overall atmosphere.
âThen you must have hurt your hand.â
âYes.â
âThen why are you wearing gloves?â
ââ¦.â
âTake it off right now. âStop acting crazy.â
Hong Gyeong-jun caught Lee Jae-heon as he approached the water purifier, wondering if he really wanted to fetch water.
âWhat are you doing without taking off your gloves?â
âI heard you are thirsty.â
âOf course it was a lie to get into the house. sorry.â
ââ¦.â
Lee Jae-heon looked at me with an expression as if he had a lot to say, but Hong Gyeong-jun calmly shrugged his shoulders. He found a first aid kit in the living room drawer, picked it up, and approached Lee Jae-heon.
âWash the wound with water. If treated like this, there is a risk of festering or, in severe cases, tetanus. âIâm not a doctor like Ha Seong-yoon, butâ¦â
âThatâs right.â
âArenât they police officers who protect citizens? I learned first aid well. âPlease wash up before you get any more germs.â
âFlexibility is reallyâ¦â
Despite grumbling, Lee Jae-heon faithfully followed Hong Gyeong-junâs words. Jigiri seemed to be the type of person who usually behaved obnoxiously, but became quite docile when she got tired. I couldnât be this calm now that the awkward, old-fashioned manager image I always wore on the outside was gone.
ââ¦.â
But I didnât mean to be quiet like this.
ââ¦What is this?â
âI got angry.â
âI know it when I see it.â
There were traces left behind that Hong Gyeong-jun, who had seen all kinds of strange crimes, could not recognize.
âYou said you were going fishing⦠but were you kidnapped?â
Why do rope marks appear on my wrist and my fingernails are gone?
What on earth was he thinking putting gloves on such tattered hands? When I looked closely, the shirt inside the coat was also strangely dark red in color. I had changed into new clothes, but the blood from the wound seemed to have stained the new shirt.
Hong Gyeong-jun, who was worried with his characteristic expressionless expression, asked.
ââ¦Shall I call the police?â
âSo, who is the person in front of me right now?â
Itâs hard to make a living.