God of Blackfield

When Kang Chan came to consciousness for the second time, his nose ached ignorantly in addition to his back and neck.

“Depression.”

“Sir!”

‘Please don't call, but ask for water. ’

“Grim.”

After a disturbing moment, his mouth finally felt the water. I did not put water in it, but I passed on a damp cloth.

What do you think?

I wish I could just calm down my split throat like I'm riding right now.

“I'm sure it's fast because I was exercising. ”

I've never heard of a body that doesn't go anywhere, but was exercising.

But why do you speak Korean?

I felt so distracted by sucking a little water. Kang Chan forcefully opened his eyes and, shortly after, he was able to roll his eyes in half an open eye.

It's a hospital.

Complex connected machines were attached to each bed.

I also knew why my nose hurt. A large nozzle was connected to the throat through the nose.

“Do you see me? ”

The hymn nodded briefly.

One girl, two, three.

Green outfit. Kurt's hair. Short hair. And tied hair.

A key that falls a little short of 160. Sabal chest. Kiwi. Apologies.

He was instinctively identifying the characteristics of the opponent.

“Give me some water. ”

A woman skilfully handed over a new gauze to her mouth.

“Huh! Give me some water. ”

Do you know who these are for?

“Not yet. ”

I handed over the wet gauze to my mouth again, and I wondered if the spit worked. When he replenished the water twice, he was able to regain consciousness.

He moves his eyeballs for the first time, turning left and right. However, it was difficult to turn his head properly to see if he had tied his neck.

“Where is this place? ”

“Are you awake? ”

The hymn nodded briefly.

“Do you remember what happened? ”

Do you know who these fools are?

“I know, so let go of this neck. ”

“No neck. ”

A woman with a kiwi breast on her head answered with a resolute voice. There are no such facilities in Africa, so they must have been moved by plane, and then the time would have passed.

“I woke up in a few days, right? ”

“Three days.”

“Where is this place? ”

“Samsung Hospital.”

“South Korea, Samsung? ”

Cart head saw the hymn with strange eyes. He looked about twenty-seven and had a nose that was high in his little eyes, making a really sharp impression.

Then a doctor in an operating suit approached him.

“How do you feel? You're not sick? ”

Eyes sagging underneath the compression lens glasses, frizzy impressions on the molars as if they hadn't slept for two days, and early thirties.

“Let me get this off you. ”

Kang Chan tried to move his neck.

“We still have to look at the progress. For the time being, I'd like to do Gibbs. ”

When the doctor answers, a buzzing bell rings.

“Have a nice visit, and your parents will be happy. ”

What parents?

After the doctor left, people crowded in a moment.

“Chan! Our chan! ”

Farmers. Late forties. Large eyes, slightly raised nose, and small in height. Very shy with a dull impression. Auntie?

“Do you see Mom? Do you recognize her?”

Kang Chan opened his eyes and tried to check on the woman.

How am I supposed to take this because a woman I don't know is my mom? I also wanted to be a dream.

* * *

After the visit, everything was confused so that two days would flow again.

So far, we've asked, we've asked, we've heard and we've heard. It's 2010, and the name is Kang Chan, and he's in the third grade of Shinmuk High School. I fell off the roof of a school building on the 5th floor, I got caught in a tree, fell upside down on the floor, and fortunately I didn't break my bones much, but I had some kind of amnesia and delusions, roughly.

My father is a great man, and my mother is Hye-Sook.

He was an only son, studied fairly well, listened to the plague, and was steadfast because he liked exercise.

* * *

“Sir, can you fix it, my son? ”

Yoohye-Sook drew tears with a handkerchief. Next to him, there was a tall diadem sitting without any flattery, and the same was true of the penetrating face.

“It's good enough that the cervical injury I was worried about was a miracle..... ”

Kang Chan's doctor blurred his head again after looking at the computer.

“Even a psychiatrist says there's no way to do this right now. I understand it's a memory loss, but I'm sorry it's so delusional, but it's best if you just wrap it up for a while. ”

I shook my head and looked at Yoohye-Sook's shoulders.

* * *

Kang Chan, who entered Nonhyeong-dong's green apartment in Gangnam-gu, followed Yu Hye-Sook very carefully. The luxury car and the look around the apartment were clear and there was plenty of room to spare.

701.

After disembarking from the elevator, the grandfather opened the door, and Hye-Sook lifted the front door and guided him to the room on the left.

Kang Chan walked into the room and looked around.

“Remember? This is your room? ”

Yoohye-Sook also saw tears.

“Again. If you take a break, you'll be fine. Rest.”

Gyeong-gyeong-gyeong went out with Yoohye-Sook.

A bed with a head by the window and a bookshelf and closet on the opposite wall. And a desk that was able to sit right at the entrance, and a computer on it was all about saving lives.

Kang Chan looked at himself with a mirror on the wall.

Is it a dream? Is it dead? What the hell is that? ’

I didn't like what it looked like.

Sitting at the desk, he hung his head on both arms.

‘Did the dead curse you because they were unfair? ’

A shaman?

Funny thing. If you had a spell like that, who would die? Moreover, he has seen many shamans who have been beheaded.

“Huh! I don't know. Let's get along. Then there will be an answer. ”

Kang Chan sat at the desk and searched the drawer.

“You don't even smoke? ”

All he needed right now was a cigarette. As he began to search the king, Kang Chan began to search his desk and desk because he wanted to know who the owner of his body was.

He was about 179 and had good muscles, so he wasn't weak, but he didn't like the impression. Even the nostrils that turned round the tip resembled a good-looking eye and a diagonal were not his type.

Kang Chan unfolded a book in his bookshelf. By the time the references, tutorials, and questionnaires were repeated and sighed, Kang Chan pushed his head and looked into the book.

It was because the rest of the page was full of misleading notes, except for the front and back pages of the outer cover called the mathematical pool.

Kill me. Kill all the people that bother me.

‘So is this son of a bitch. If you're going to kill him, you just have to go ahead and kill him. What if you leave evidence like this? ’

Kang Chan decided to sit in bed and read slowly.

I also brought you money today. I exercised like that, but my chest trembled and suffocated, and eventually I couldn't. What's the matter? Am I really stupid? Why are you so shaky and suffocating when you're only in front of them?

"What? Are you really being bullied or something? ’

I know that Mi-young didn't take all the pictures, and others insult me too. You're a coward. You know that. I'll kill them all.

“Huhu.”

The audition covers the book and throws it to the side of the bed.

Suddenly the idea of cigarettes became more earnest.

* * *

Only a week later, Kang Chan was at least able to adapt to the life and door of the apartment.

Even though the water purifier in the last bidet looks like shit, it took me a while to figure out how to use the phone in my hand right now. Of course, it was television that helped him the most. In the meantime, the auditorium refrained from speaking as much as possible, ate and sat in the living room, turned around the remote and cooked the water.

I only watched him in the shape of grandfather and Hye-Sook, but I couldn't hide his worrying expression.

Only a week later, Leech was able to learn how to use a mobile phone called a smartphone.

Of course, there were many other questions.

‘Let it go. We'll figure it out one by one. ’

However, I did not ask. It was because his mother or mother didn't come out of his mouth.

* * *

It was only two weeks since Kang Chan came home that he was able to adapt to life. Unlike in the first week, in the second week, I spent most of my time searching the computer and the Internet, which was the same thing as the New World when I was in the lecture hall.

By the way, watching television was a very understandable hyung Sook who was obsessed with doing computers.

That's not what the hymn was about, so he fell asleep and came across a whole new world.

* * *

Before going to bed for dinner, Kang Gyeong-gyeong sat face to face with Hye-Sook for a cup of tea.

“Are you still only selling computers? ”

“I'm so worried. I'm dying. ”

Gyeonggi-dong carefully sweeps over the head with the obvious preliminary symptoms of baldness.

“Let it go. Where did you come back from? ”

“I'm trying to think of it that way, but it's not good. And I'm worried about Chan's eyes as the day goes by. What do you think? ”

“Hmm.”

A long breath was exhaled with a sharp mouth.

“I thought about that, too. Sometimes when you give me eyes, my heart grows dizzy. Tsk! I'm sure it's because you're not as shocked as the accident was. He's the son who came back alive. For now, let's just thank you for that. You did it when you were in intensive care. I'll never care if I live again. So let's just be thankful right now. Huh?”

Yoohye-Sook nodded with an expression that he couldn't.

“Shall we go to bed? ”

At that time, Kang Gyeong-gyeong laid down a cup of tea and looked at Yoohyuk's eyes.

“Is this all a big boy? ”

“You're alive. It's our son's anniversary, huh? ”

The great majesty got up and grabbed Hye-Sook's hand and pulled him.

“What's wrong with you? ”

“A man is a child or a dog? Tonight I'm a dog. ”

Hye-Sook laughed as if he was ridiculous.

“Let's go to bed. ”

“Do you think that's true for this court? ”

“I remember Chan from the day he came. ”

“Ig!”

However, Hye-Sook did not sprinkle the hand of the Great Magnificent leading to the bed.

* * *

Kang Chan was in front of the computer.

Content of the African engagement from 2005 to 2007.

However, the sermon was unable to obtain any special information. I could not find the records of French mercenaries, nor could I find any other qualifying personal records.

“Slowly, one by one. ”

He did not expect to get something at once anyway, so Kang Chan took a breath and entered the next sentence slowly.

Ooooooooooooo.

At that time, his smartphone cried out briefly. It's like that by killing the sound. It makes sense, but it rang the first two days after it was turned on, so Kang Chan quickly listened to the phone. It was a text from the name ‘Lee Ho Joon’.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Ooooooooooooo.

It was when he tried to check the text. Three more messages have flown in a row.

[Stupid. You came home? But you don't report it? You want to die?]

[You know what happens when you chew my horse? Don't be shy. Call me. I've been taking my money for the past month.]

[Man] Hey! Call me! Kill him!]

[Hey! You're not calling?]

Kang Chan smiled while checking the text. Anyone who is called a phone should do it first, but I can't understand the evil of using it to call like this, but the content was ridiculous.

"Did the father or mother not know that his son had been treated like this? ’

Ooooooooooooo.

[This motherfucker. Why the fuck are you erasing Katok? Aren't you going to Katok soon? Make the call first.]

“Busy.”

Kang Chan decided to make a phone call first. When he touches the blueprint of the phone, a quick music similar to that heard on television flows out. But immediately, the music stopped, and a great curse came out.

["Hey! You son of a bitch, you want to die? ”]

Feeding.

Kang Chan stopped laughing. It was the first curse I had heard in almost seven years. I would not believe it if the Old Testament heard.

[“Did you laugh? This son of a bitch got his head blown off and turned completely around! Hey, hey! You're not answering? ”]

“Lee Ho Joon?”

[Laughs] “Yeah. You son of a bitch. Are you feeling better now? You son of a bitch has to answer quickly. Hey, you got the money? ”]

“What money? ”

[“Ha! Is this John Mann crazy? You went to the hospital and you poured your liver out? Is your liver swollen because you took the pills and got injected? You bastard!”]

“Heheheheh.”

[“But did this bastard really have a head spin? Come out!”]

“Kid, I'll see you tomorrow night. Where do you want to see it?”

[“Hey, you son of a bitch! ”]

“Fuchch.”

Kang Chan laughed because he was so cute. I wanted to go out right away and see what he was like, but I didn't want to explain to Kang Kyung and Yoohyuk that I was going out this night.

When Kang Chan smiles on the phone, Lee Ho Joon utters a mad swearing.

“Stop and call tomorrow. ”

Kang Chan hung up the phone and immediately turned off the power.

“Huhu. What the hell did you look like? ”

He shakes his head, looking in the mirror on one side of the room.

* * *

The next morning.

While eating, the audition looked at the opportunity and opened its mouth.

“I'll be out for a while today. ”

“Huh? Where? ”

Whether he was surprised to open his mouth first or not, he asked a choking question, and Hye-Sook looked at him without even stopping chewing.

“I'm just going to meet some friends and look around. ”

“Yes! That's good too. You should.”

He nodded as he looked at Hye-Sook, who had a delicate face.

“My dad's on his way to work, so I'll take my mom's allowance and get some air. ”

“Yes.”

With that, the conversation was over, but not as much excitement and worry as it was in the face of grandeur and Hye-Sook until the end of the meal.

When the hymn returned to the room turned on the phone, more than fifty texts of ignorance were poured out.

“Fuchch.”

This one was giggled.

After as much vibration as the number of texts, Kang Chan made a phone call. But I didn't answer the phone strangely.

“What are these? ”

It was time for him to mutter to himself as he looked at the phone.

Ooooooooooooo.

[Come to school until the end of class.]

A short text came to my phone.