𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 || 𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮

25 INHUMAN

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C H A P T E R T W E N T Y – F I V E
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»If you keep lookin' back,
you gon' trip going forward.«
– Gucci Mane

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The search for the green-eyed bastard surprised me with unexpected twists – or rather the duo Lee and Jung alias Taeyong and Jaehyun did, who amazed me with their Sherlock-Holmes-Style tricks.

After Taeyong had grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the streets, I had come to think of the faint, incredulous suspicion that he would ask me to identify the bastard for him among all the people on the street. Instead, he dumped me at his white Mustang, without the need for explanation.

In those ten minutes of his absence, the funny thought had come to my mind that Taeyong was probably looking for the guy without even knowing his face. I made bets with myself when he would finally realize that he needed me for the search, since only I knew him, at least his face.

After that, I had laughed. Loud.

But nothing could have prepared me for what happened after those ten minutes. As wordless as he had dropped me off at his car, just as wordless he had picked me up again.

Exactly ten minutes later.

And now I was seriously here. In a damned surveillance room of a nearby abandoned building. Jaehyun and Taeyong were standing to my left and right, with several flickering screens in front of us. The live recordings were black and white, of course. For the sake of irony. I would say so because I had to think about whether I wasn't really in a film noir and had to help the two detectives next to me to clarify a kidnapping.

Yeah, maybe this was indeed Sherlock Holmes – the movie. Between all these insane thoughts, one important one came to my mind: where the hell was the guy working in this room? I looked around frantically and when I saw a closet further to the right, I froze in the same moment.

Maybe Taeyong and Jaehyun had... tied the guy up and put a gag in his mouth, then put him in the closet there. At the thought, I laughed out loud - more out of nervousness, and the more I tried to concentrate on something else, the more I had to think about the image of a slender young man with glasses, presumably tied to his own chair, sitting there in the closet.

But to my relief, my eyes found a chair in the room, which of course meant nothing. They could have just locked him up like that.

"Say, are you out of your mind?"

I was startled by a loud voice. It was Jaehyun.

Had he heard my train of thought?

"Why are you looking around so nervously the whole time? We are here to help you, not to kill you."

This was presumably Jaehyun's extremely eccentric way of taking away my nervousness, but his words triggered the complete opposite in me. Of course, I was sure that the two weren't going to do anything to me – let's say 89% – yet I couldn't manage to calm down.

"Got you." It was Taeyong's voice that drew my attention to the flickering screen. At the same time, all my muscles tensed to the utmost.

Those were the recordings of me... and the guy.

The view of the recording was unfortunately not in my favor. The camera had apparently been somewhere behind him because you barely saw his face, every now and then only his blurred side profile. But that wasn't very important, because the recordings had such bad quality. Youtube's 144p videos were almost 4k in comparison to the town's security cameras. You could see what was going on, but I wasn't sure if you could really identify him with this material.