Kidnapped Dragons

“Whoa, whoa. I want to see it too!”

The autumn, when the message was handed over as a watch, began to read the letters written in the 'invitation’.

“This summer. Thank you for submitting a valuable manuscript for the Horror Novel Contest……. ”

When a clear autumn voice reads the text of a muttering invitation, the atmosphere begins to escalate as children gather in one place.

The winter sitting on Keeping's Bridge looked at him and smiled widely. I had already heard the results, and I tucked my back in the spring as if summer was perfect.

“... In addition, I congratulate the [broccoli hair color] writer... ”

However, as soon as the handwriting came out, the spring shifted back to summer. Summer was looking at the distant mountains.

“Yep, not my name. ”

And he said, "I can't stop."

“Summer.”

“Why."

“You want to die?”

“Sorry… ♥”

“I'm sorry, is that it? ”

When the spring is irritated as if laughing, the summer is supported by two arms, with a strong smile.

“Touch it? ”

* * *

Since its beginnings, Korea has become a centre for horror literature.

In addition to the 'intelligence species' and ‘demon species’ in Korea, there are many monsters of the 'leopard species' and ‘demon species'.

In a time when I only imagined ghosts. More and more people have come into contact with the real world.

Despite its existence, the unknown monster, little of which was revealed, caused a new Horror Syndrome.

Moreover, the development of Mado engineering has led to an era of complete translation and interpretation. Literature began to flourish in one place around the world. This is why Horror Literature, the world's minor axis, is at least treated as a major Korean under the illumination of Masscom.

"Korean Horror International Literature Contest"

His presence there was a far greater honor than he thought.

Among the thousands and tens of thousands of manuscripts that flew around the world, only 13 were admitted. The final results of the screening have yet to come out, but there was ample reason to be delighted that the spring was outrageous.

“I never really imagined it! ”

Autumn brought a spoon like a microphone.

“Writer Yubom! How do you feel!? ”

I wanted to see what the situation was, but the spring felt better smiling and smiling for the interview.

“It's too good. ”

“You worked really hard, but what kind of award was it? By the way, is it possible to be number one? ”

“Isn't it hard to be number one? ”

“Why do you think that? Well written, you should be confident! ”

“You haven't read it? ”

“Argh, hehe..... ”

Spring answered with a brief thought.

“But it's going to be hard. Last year, I'm glad you won five years, including the New Year. ”

“Ugh, really? For five years...? ”

“Yeah, he's famous. If you say your name, you know it, right? ”

Spring alternated between summer and fall.

“I don't know anything about that.” Ugh, "I don't know! ”

“No, you'll see. Carrot girl. Haven't you heard of her? ”

“Carrot girl? Ah...! ”

I clapped my hands as if autumn had realized something.

“Aren't you famous? He's got a lot of names on his romantic cartoons! ”

“That's right. You're a romance novelist. I'm making a movie out of his novel. I'm making drama. I'm making cartoons. He's the most famous person in Korea. ”

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Summer was not cold, but I remembered the name accurately with an unforgettable memory.

How can I forget?

[Landlord's dangerous secret]

[Author: Carrot Girl]

Carrot Girl...... I was a writer of Horror Romance novels that I borrowed from the Spring Room a few months ago.

This shitty writer wrote a horror novel pretending to be romance. I remember tapping him in the middle of the night because I didn't know how to write well and summer was not a ghost.

I later learned that her name was hung in the ‘Writer of Writing’ field of quite a lot of pure cartoons.

“Hey, Yubom. ”

“Huh?”

“But why would he use a horror? He's a cartoonist.”

“I don't know? I looked it up. He used to be a horseman. I guess the money didn't go well in the past. Later, I was so impressed with romance. He's back. ”

“What? He's a dog. You break your head this time. He's a fucking writer. ”

It was then time for the children to blossom in speculation about the award of Spring.

In the corner, the winter, which was speechless because it knew nothing, looked back at the maintenance.

He was more blurred in gaze than usual.

“ ……. ”

At this point, I was a little confused.

Spring wins with novels? It was unbelievable.

Especially since I've read the Spring novel six times in person and let the experts read it. Maintenance knew Spring had no talent for novels.

A famous novelist who read a novel in the spring said:

― You don't seem talented at all.

― People are dead. Epic is strange. The subject is moody, but there's no message.

― Especially emotional lines are really weird. I laughed here. I cried there. Suddenly I'm angry. I don't think there's a public who can relate to this.

Spring is the same person as it was then.

By the way, how can you achieve something as a novel?

― But in some parts it's fine again…… Somewhere at the base of the psychology, there are some slightly twisted writers. I used to write this.

The spring laughed as he looked ugly, saying that autumn was the face of a ghost right next to him.

There was one difference from the last round. Spring used to laugh really well.

Has he changed in his everyday life?

Like in the past when I was stuck like a hickey comori. We are currently having fun together.

It was clear that something had happened in the spring.

“Oh, I've searched now. There's a gold medal. ”

Autumn shines his eyes.

Maybe gold is the best color in your sleep.

“I want a gold medal! ”

Then, when I heard from spring that the ’gold' was below the ‘target’, I was a little disappointed in the fall.

However, the autumn wish was made.

A few days later.

The final screening is at an end. When the invitation to rehearse the award ceremony to Spring comes in writing.

There was a record of the spring award.

[Hair color broccoli: gold]

The target was a ‘carrot girl’, but it didn't matter.

Spring rushed out to the living room with a letter and rejoiced.

* * *

The rainy season is ending.

Late summer when the heat breaks.

At the Horror Literature Society in Mapogu, Seoul, the preparations for the awards rehearsal were staggering. A large building for the banquet hall. They slipped down to the underground parking lot. Several renowned writers gathered for the award ceremony.

Rehearsal today, with less interest internationally. At the same time, it is an event that has its own name value, so people's gaze gathers.

I already had a few articles. Looking at the article that was written as it was in the spring. The writers buzzed.

“This. ”

“Huh?”

“You're the new writer this year, aren't you? ”

“I don't think so. I've never heard of it. ”

“I'll never forget such a unique requirement. ”

Hahaha. Laughter blooms.

“ ……. ”

Well, technically, I heard that spring in the car. I also listened to the summer and autumn winters next to me.

I stare at the sluggish summer. Summer held out the pedestal with his hands on his chest.

I hate smiles. Do you really want to pinch them? Spring didn't think so.

With a sigh, the spring shook his head, with black hair. In fact, I didn't want to be a tease in front of the camera.

Summer, autumn and winter were all wearing hats.

“Hey, are you okay with your black hair? ”

“Yeah, it's okay. ”

“Hmm……. ”

“Nothing's happened yet. You don't have to be too conscious. ”

Summer nodded again with a mouthful.

There was no maintenance there.

He arrives about thirty minutes after something unexpected happens. Suddenly, at this crucial moment? Summer was doubtful, but spring was fine.

In this situation, I knew that if he said 'sudden', it would be really important.

Spring was just not taken for granted.

The Hatzlings headed to the awards rehearsal waiting room.

The waiting room was in the form of a room. Ten of the 13 winners were inside and out. Most of them came with their managers, their employees, and their families to talk to each other.

That's a lot of wax.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter were sitting in one corner and buzzing around the ceremonial cement of spring.

One of the Eastern men, who appeared to be 40 years old or older, opened the waiting room door. He had this conversation with the staff, and he approached the award-winning writer who was in the slutty window and bowed down.

“Greetings, shuar. ”

“Oh, yes. Who are you...?”

“I'm the carrot girl writer's manager. ”

“Ah, yes. What are you doing...? ”

“Well, it's no different. ”

Then, I sweated in a difficult color and added an explanation. I was wondering if I could give up the window in the waiting room.

The sagittal writer rolled his eyes as if they were absurd. But he said he knew it, and he moved his place to another place.

When the manager leaves, the people who saw him around swirl with their tongues.

“Here we go again. ”

“You said last year's award was a complete legend, right? I almost flipped over. ”

“That's a weak axis. His surname is..... ”

Carrot Girl was already famous for being a writer.

It was time for spring to blink because I didn't know it yet.

― Did you say I wanted to come? You said you didn't want to come!

A sharp, big woman's voice rings outside the waiting room door.

Quang! The door opens like it's broken. A woman with orange hair wore a statue of arrogance and stepped into her heel. He was in his late twenties, but he looked pretty young because he was a rookie. I had a lot of complaints, and my face was distorted.

She was a carrot girl.

Everyone's gaze is drawn. The carrot girl breathed heavily. When the polite manager panics behind her and tries to calm her forearm, the carrot girl raises her arm and bounces her hand.

Then the heat spread. She glances back at my manager.

“Manager, why do you always do that? ”

“Now, writer. That's..... ”

“How many times have I told you? You have to cut the time this evening! ”

“No, I've been in touch with him.... ”

“Do you know what that's like? Five minutes later, I'm gonna put squid on my face. Is that the manager taking responsibility for me? ”

“First of all, calm down..... but I can't wait to rehearse with the association..... ”

“All right! Let's go and hurry up again. ”

“Oh, I see. ”

“I'm going crazy because I haven't been inspired lately. If you keep doing your job, I won't do it next. I know Manny's only here. ”

What are you doing? You're not going fast!? ’When she screamed, the manager in her 40s fled her position with sweat.

She turned around. The eyes of the entire waiting room are suddenly distracted. Another manager smiled and greeted the surrounding apples. Then I guided her. As a seat in a window set up in advance by the courtesy manager.

Tsk. A carrot girl with a tongue walks with a sharp heel, and then faces the Yooseong family.

Even if it is covered with a mask, it is an atmosphere that is invigorating to people. Ratio. Eye. The shape of the face. It all shoots around like rays.

“What are these kids? ”

A carrot girl pointed to the season with her fingers and asked her manager.

“Idol who was caught performing? ”

The surprise was rather the manager. He shook his hand.

“Oh, no! You're the golden broccoli writer! ”

“Ah, the broccoli..... ”

Then the carrot girl looked at the spring.

Then he looked at his head and laughed.

“It's a tire..... ”

I would spit and go to my seat and sit down, and I would quietly open my mouth around him.

There was a static in the waiting room for a while.

When she lost her mind elsewhere with the watch, people started talking to each other again.

“Look at that motherfucker talking..... ”

By that time, the summer after I understood the carrot girl's words, I murmured like that.

“This is a tire with hair color, isn't it? ”

“Summer. Hang in there. ”

“My head looks like a dove feast. Rip your nose off.”

Looking at the yellow and red hair on the carrot hair and cursing the summer, the spring had to dry up like it was okay.

“So, why are you talking to her like that? I can't help it..... ”

But this time, isn't autumn also looking at you with frowning eyes? Unlike the autumn I knew, spring had to calm the autumn with an awkward smile.

“It's okay, Autumn. ”

“I'm not in the mood, sister..... ”

“I'm fine. I heard from another writer, but he's a bit of a personality. ”

“But it is..... ”

It was time to grumble.

The door to the waiting room is open.

The carrot girl who expected my manager to come back stared at the door with her eyes open. However, this was not the manager who came in.

Big height. Big body. But the impression was quite terrible. ‘Ah Mr.……’ As the carrot girl grumbles, her eyes meet the man for a moment.

At that moment, the carrot girl was surprised and solidified.

“I'm sorry I'm late. ”

“No, come here. ”

The manager came to pick up the carrot girl while Yu Hyeong-tae was delivering coffee to the children. There's someplace I need to go for a while.

“Huh? Oh, okay. ”

The carrot girl wandered off with a slow pace. However, even when the door was closed, I looked explicitly at the maintenance. With a face that seemed to receive something enormous, that seemed to be moved somewhere.

I looked at her for a while and turned off my nerves. Turning his head, he stares at you with the spring pierced.

“Why."

“Huh? Oh, no. ”

“Why. You know her? ”

“No, just……. ”

“She's a carrot girl. That's a crazy bitch. ”

Tuck's voice was slightly louder in the summer, but the noisy waiting room suddenly quieted. So I heard someone laughing sharply.

A writer who smiled accidentally bowed.

When I sat down and waited, the staff in charge ran and shouted.

“I'll start rehearsing in five minutes! ”

* * *

That's how I want to spend the spring in one piece.

It was time for him to come out for a while and make and receive a call with the Federation.

Because of me, an older man approached me and bowed down to Maintenance.

“Hello?"

“Oh, yes. ”

“I'm the manager of the carrot girl writer. ”

He was smiling very anxiously on the one hand.

“What are you doing? ”