SOG (English)

#29

In any case, Nam Myung-Sung's sorrowful regrets as a father were conveyed in a way that made him unable to carelessly utter words of criticism, even if it was in front of the person who offered a bribe.

— Put it away.

So he just said that.

— No, Guide-nim. Hae-Sol needs to get out of the island as soon as possible.

Nam Myung-Sung's voice, who corrected his posture and sat down, continued desperately.

— I don't know what the military is up to. In 'Seiren Village', people were dying, but didn't they just ask me to lay the grass? Didn't they say there's a ceremony on the news? Even under this castle, they keep putting some boxes in…

Just when the series of lamentations continued one after another.

— What are they piling up under the castle?

At the sentence that suddenly stuck in his ear, Sun Jae-Chan raised his eyes.

Nam Myung-Sung only blinked his droopy eyes under the round hat's shade for a while. Anyway, the Guide's sudden momentum, who looked like any kind boy from a rich family, was unusual. His round eyes suddenly stretched like a scissors blade, and his pupils flashed with sharpness.

He crumpled up the empty paper cup and put it in a plastic bag, then swallowed hard. He answered carefully, knowingly.

— I don't know exactly, but they kept putting black things in the castle’s basement. There's a car that comes every four days. Oh, it's that day again today. That's the car over there.

The two of them, who had been eating midnight snacks while avoiding people's eyes, happened to be located in a corner where the back of the base and the wall met. The chilly wind cut through the narrow space and flowed to where Nam Myung-Sung's fingertips pointed. Four or five military trucks stood like black silhouettes, with their backs to the restored lighting. It appeared to be close under the wall at the base’s rear.

— There is an entrance to the underground bunker under the wall of the castle. It's been an open secret between the islanders for years. My Hae-Sol was also hidden there whenever the pirates came plundering. Uh, where are you going? Guide-nim. Guide-nim?

*

Sun Jae-Chan, who shook off the desperate callings of Nam Myung-Sung, just entered the air-raid shelter under the wall.

He had only received Nam Myung-Sung's help till the entrance. It took an instant to pass through the narrow door leading underground, behind the four military trucks that had their engines turned off.

He couldn't help but sigh as he stepped soundlessly through the dark basement. The bunker was not at the level of a small trench. It was hard to believe that this was just a facility that would be under cultural heritage. It was a little old, but it seemed just like a building hallway.

It was a more complicated structure in detail, but as he had heard from Nam Myung-Sung, he was able to find the place he wanted when he followed only the large hallway lit up with gray fluorescent lights.

Was it there?

He quickly glued himself to the corner. The soldiers were just finishing the work of delivering something to the underground base. All the same size, dark colored military crates. With only eight people left, the work was finished quickly.

-Kiik-...

— I need to fix the hinges on this. Hey. Did you put it all up there?

The soldiers exchanged casual gestures, talking to each other. Slamming shut the creaking iron door, they rushed out. It was time for Jae-Chan to find a place to hide. At first glance, he sensed signs of movement from behind.