SOG (English)

#20

Woo-Jin rewound the video once more. It was a scene that had been replayed dozens of times before. Obviously, Sun Jae-Chan climbed into the trunk. The tiptoes, which had disappeared swiftly and in a nimble way through the hatchback trunk, were clear, but the criminal wasn't able to find Sun Jae-Chan. How could he not get caught?

He wished he had been there, at the scene, it was not easy trying to find out the situation from the recorded footage alone. No matter how large the monitor, there was a limit.

— …….

At first glance, he turned his attention to the battery on the touch screen. On that day, he didn't even know it was missing, but he remembered Sun Jae-Chan had willingly helped him. Right. It was weird then, too.

Sun Jae-Chan was quite an important tool in the power struggle against his stepmother. However, he was gradually showing an unexpected appearance and deviating from the plan.

<<— I'll stop being your Pair Guide.>>

At the same time, the words that he couldn't believe had come out of Sun Jae-Chan's mouth.

What kind of secret scheme was he planning now?

He found himself always thinking about that guy... It was uncomfortable.

It was when a thin line was drawn between Go Woo-Jin's forehead, who had his head tilted back. -Triring-. At the ringing of the alarm, his cold eyes lit up again.

He reached out and grabbed the phone with a pop-up window. He checked the text, thinking it was from his stepmother.

The next moment. Go Woo-Jin's eyes, which had cooled down a bit, seemed to widen a little, and soon afterwards, he frowned.

*

At the same time, on the only brewing pub in Area 1 Central Management Headquarters.

Inside the crowded store on Friday evening. Sun Jae-Chan, who sat at the bar, was gulping down 500cc glasses of beer one after another.

There were already three empty beer mugs with only a white band left on display in the front. The bartender, who was taking orders, glanced at the customer who was drinking like water for a while. So did the people sitting around.
— Keuh uh.— Jae-Chan, who sighed briefly and put down a heavy glass, grabbed the puffed rice served infinitely at the bar with a fork and ate it as a snack.

Then, he gulped down the new glasses he had ordered one after another. As he was almost marching, the bartender, who was receiving a plate from the inside kitchen, asked jokingly.

— Dear customer. It's not like you have to eat in a hurry, do you? Did you get your heart broken?

— Yes.

The bartender was startled at the answer that came right back. Aigoo. He just asked, but he didn't know it would be the right assumption. He offered him his heartfelt consolation.

— This. How could such a thing happen?

10 minutes ago. The customer, dressed in a comfortable short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans, had come in alone, sat down at the bar, and immediately ordered several beers. He looked like a student (he even checked his ID), and he couldn't help but to pay attention to his behavior. What kind of girl would kick such a dazzlingly bright young chick? Was the girl even younger?

The bartender handed out the seasoned chicken plate that had been ordered to the next customer, and spoke to Sun Jae-Chan again.

— Was it a very good person?

— I'm doing alright (*not too good not too bad). Ah. It's a person that Bartender-nim also knows.

— … excuse me?