1983 Past Life Manga King

Turn your head away from the sun. Then he lay down and looked around her, rolling her eyes.

Ceilings, walls, and oddly patterned wallpaper.

It’s indoors.

Lying in an unfamiliar place, somewhere in an unknown room.

I remembered that moment.

that I fell asleep on the bus.

If so, where are you?

“···········?”

Bus, and the interior of an unknown place.

what happened to me

Oh, then I saw that Bacchus.

I drank the Bacchus and I was very sleepy.

I have no memory of anything after that.

At first glance, it doesn’t look like a hospital at all.

What?

Have I been kidnapped?

That cheap feeling of Bacchus, and sleepiness.

Me lying in a new place.

Something feels cold in my spine.

Hopefully I’m not sold anywhere.

No, he drank after getting on the bus, so he might have avoided kidnapping.

Rather than that, why would you decide to kidnap me, terrifyingly.

Anyway, it’s confusing.

What the hell happened after you fell asleep?

I’m kind of afraid to check my situation right now.

But I can’t just lie down like this forever.

After lying down like that for a while, only rolling his eyes, he finally got up slowly.

At that moment, the pain he felt in his head distorted his impression.

“Ouch······.”

When you put your hand on your head, you feel something damp in your hand.

He flinched for a moment, lowered his hand slowly, checked it, and was startled.

“Ugh! what! blood?!”

Surprised, I panicked for a moment and jumped up.

I don’t know where this strange place is, but it doesn’t matter now.

When I see the blood on my hands, my heart races.

He looked around the room and found an old mirror on one of the walls.

She hurriedly got up and looked at her face in the mirror.

Her forehead is covered in blood, which seems to have flowed down from her head.

“…Ah, oh my.”

I have never felt this scary in my life.

It’s the first time I’ve seen such a large amount of blood in my head, not anyone else’s.

Embarrassed, I wandered around the room, found a towel, and quickly wiped my hair.

“Ah, ah.”

When the towel touched the wound, I felt a tingling sensation and my whole body trembled slightly without realizing it.

Still, she wiped it a few more times and checked the scar on her forehead to see if it was slightly torn.

I was afraid because there was a lot of blood, but the torn area is not as big as I thought. For a wound like this, a band of a suitable size would be sufficient.

Excessive blood relative to the wound confuses it.

By the way, I think my hair is getting a little longer… What, do you mean to blame?

In any case, the wound must be healed.

She rummages through the room.

Fortunately, she found a can of medicines inside an old drawer.

Red pill, a band-aid, and a little bit of cotton is all it takes.

It’s a pity that there is no band, but where is this?

Go back to the mirror and look at her face.

Roughly apply the red medicine to the wounded area, then put a piece of cotton on it, cut a bandage on it and attach it to the wound.

this would be it

Looking at the size of the wound, I thought it was stable, but then I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my ankle.

“Ah!”

what again this time

I sat on the floor and checked my sore right ankle.

There are no visible wounds and it does not appear to be particularly swollen.

But it was then.

“···········?”

memories running through my mind.

You step on something wrong and you stumble and slip. Thanks to this, I lost my balance and felt like I was hitting a hard corner somewhere.

uh? What do you remember about this?

It’s a thought that came to me in a very brief moment, so I can’t know the exact truth.

First of all, it doesn’t seem like a bad memory at all when you look at the wounds in the head.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

But there is an empty bottle in the corner of the room.

“uh?”

It is Bacchus disease.

Upon entering and checking, it is the same classic design that the old man gave me.

Then a fleeting memory flashes through again.

Oh yes, you stepped on it and fell.

It’s not clear, but I can only remember that I fell on this Bacchus bottle and smashed my head in the corner of the furniture anyway.

Then the cause of the blood flowing from the head can be understood roughly.

It was a pretty dire situation.

I’m glad it ended with such a wound.

Or rather, why is this disease here again?

Could it be that the old man followed the bus and really kidnapped me?

Come to think of it, this old room, maybe the old man’s junk room.

I didn’t realize it until now, but the clothes I’m wearing now aren’t mine either.

Blue striped sweatshirt set.

It is the garment that has been recognized as the typical attire of white men for many years.

The most surprising thing is that it just fits my body.

Yongke also wore clothes that fit my body.

Anyway, I want to get out of here quickly.

But on the floor of the room where I was lying, I saw something familiar again.

thick comic book.

This is the Treasure Castle in the October 1983 issue of a manga magazine given to an old man.

When I turned the book over, the strange-shaped banknote was still there.

When I counted it, it was like ten.

Also as expected

First, carefully open the window.

If the front door is locked, you might have to run this way.

Looking at the light coming in, it doesn’t look like it was blocked.

Fortunately, when the door opened, there was nothing like an iron fence on the outside.

By the way.

“······Huh? Second floor?”

At first glance, it looks like an old one-story building, but looking out the window, it appears to be two stories high.

Oh, this is difficult.

I don’t see a single gas pipe.

Even if you jump, you won’t die, but you might break your leg.

Oh, I hate breaking my legs.

If you’re still in a corner, do you have no choice but to win?

But something is strange.

I am also very unfamiliar with the road and surrounding scenery outside the window.

It’s not just because I’m in a town I don’t know. It’s literally completely unfamiliar.

The surrounding buildings and the people you see below.

I know it’s Korea, but it feels like something is terribly backward.

Even the floor is not asphalt or concrete, just dirt.

Have you ever had a dirt floor in your city?

Still, there are a lot more people around than you think. I was going to scream for help, but when I saw people, that feeling went away.

Confusion came about because of people’s clothes and hairstyles.

Apart from the many children running around in rustic clothes, the excessive hairstyles of young women are enough to cause a culture shock.

In addition, you can often see clothes in bright colors and occasionally with mulberry on the shoulders.

Even the suits worn by men can be seen to have excessive mulberry.

I don’t think I would ever wear clothes like that.

Bourneung.

Cars passing by made me doubt my eyes.

I don’t know for sure if it’s a Pony or a Pony 2, but anyway, it’s not just one or two of those cars you’ve only seen in the Reply series.

Things that pass by raising dust on the floor are all that’s parked around. Even three-wheeled trucks pass by. No, should I just call it a motorcycle?

Suddenly, the thought of escaping was overshadowed by the absurd scenery outside the window.

Then he quietly closed the door and entered the room.

What?

How the hell am I supposed to explain this situation now?

Just by looking at it, the era of the outdoor scenery is clear from the past.

It’s not the clumsy set you see in the Reply series, it’s the real thing.

To be honest, there was no way I could have made all these things just to deceive me. And if it’s a drama, there’s no reason to make it on such a vast scale.

It looks like the visit is open.

I don’t know, but I don’t think it’s kidnapping.

So what?

I looked in the mirror again.

I was wondering if my hair style was a little weird earlier.

“Hey, this is…”

Oh, I thought it was just my mood.

The hair style is really different.

Apart from the others, it is longer, messy, and rustic than the original.

In a different way, it feels like your spine is getting cold again.

And now the scenery of the room feels new.

I thought it was too rustic, but looking at the scenery outside…

Ah, the hasty judgment is put on hold for now.

Because this is really absurd.

First, I started looking around the room again.

Those eyes are still looking around the room.

First, several picture frames hanging on the wall caught my eye.

After jumping up from his seat, he went to the place where the picture frames were and took a closer look.

It looks like a family photo taken by several people together.

All five.

But when I looked at the pictures, I was shocked again.

“uh? Is this me…?”

I rubbed my eyes a few times and looked again, but again, I wasn’t wrong.

It’s definitely my face.

Among people, the man with a sloppy expression is definitely me.

But I don’t remember taking this picture at all.

No, there’s no way I could wear such a more vulgar outfit than that.

Come to think of it, the clothes of everyone around me are also rustic clothes that they would have worn in the 70s and 80s.

But who are the people taking pictures with?

Me though, the four women around me.

One was a middle-aged aunt, a woman who looked about the same age as me, and two young-looking girls.

They both have short hair, so it’s hard to tell them apart.

The pictures on the walls are all pictures taken by the same people.

And I see twins of my childhood and younger looking twins.

Of course, I don’t know about this picture either.

These photos make me feel like I’m part of the family here.

Looking at the photos alone, it doesn’t seem strange to think so.

“Hah, hey.”

The confusion only gets worse.

Is the me in the photo really me, or is it someone else who looks like me?

At that moment, my eyes go to the calendar hanging on the wall.