S-Classes Are Obsessed With Me

“Dog, don’t be bullshit!”

Uncle shouted.

“Crazy! He came to my house all of a sudden and asked me to write a waiver of guardianship. What now? Damn who killed someone! And I love my older brother?!”

A red-hot face. Fingers trembling with excitement. Crumpled nose bridge.

It seemed as if the current situation was unfair and angry.

“Are you a thug? Damn, are you threatening people with a pistol in today’s world? Don’t you know how good security is in this neighborhood? CCTV is all over, it’s a baby! Everything in the car was filmed!”

Pretend you’re angry, pretend you don’t know the current situation because you’re excited, and pretend you’re about to turn your eyes and hit him.

It’s all acting.

A frightened rat was screaming and calling for help around him.

I pulled the curtains down, ignoring him who was making a lot of noise.

one by one.

The room became dark.

Currently, his uncle lives there, but it was originally Han Yoo-jeong’s house. According to reporter Cho’s background investigation, he was an unmarried man, and he seemed to be quite reluctant to tell people around him about where he lived.

There was no interaction with the neighbors, and no one was invited to the house.

It was natural, considering the circumstances in which he ended up living at home. It’s a house where people have been killed. Han Yoo-jung’s fortune was stolen to cancel her gambling debt.

In such a situation, if you invite someone to your house, that’s a great bastard in many ways.

Of course, as my uncle said, there were CCTV cameras in the neighborhood without blind spots. But it is used only when someone reports it.

so i just left it

It was a threat not worth answering, and it was bluff.

I rummaged through my uncle’s pocket and pulled out his phone. No recorders or calls were on. After checking the call log, I smashed the phone. He warned in a calm tone.

“I have something to ask you, so stop fluttering and shut up. I can’t hear you around anyway.”

I checked the car passing through the window earlier. There was no engine noise at all.

The soundproofing was excellent as it was a luxury house. There were also sparsely located houses.

I sat on the sofa and looked at my uncle.

He seemed nervous when I didn’t respond to a dog whistle. I was sweating profusely. He put his chin on his clasped hands and fell into thought.

Why did your uncle kill your parents?

Of course it’s money. When Han Yoo-jung’s parents die, the closest relative can act as guardian.

The guardian can manage the ward’s property to some extent. The military family is growing, but if I have to raise it with my own money, no one will take me. It was a necessary law.

Han Yoo-jung was a smart but affectionate child.

Roasting and boiling a 16-year-old girl who doesn’t know anything about the world wouldn’t have been a problem. It seems to have disappeared without any reason.

That’s how it started.

An ugly fight back and forth in the inheritance process.

A tragedy in which a family kills a family for money.

Gwonjinjingak finally came.

But that’s not what I was wondering right now.

“A single act aimed at property?”

He made short eye contact and looked at his expression.

“Or did someone do it?”

Uncle’s eyes twinkle. He shut his mouth and bowed his head. As if not wanting to answer, as if to buy time, he shook his head.

shot him in the foot with a pistol. The uncle groaned and raised his feet.

“Hey, you crazy bastard! what are you doing now… !”

“Someone else did it. Right?”

“I didn’t kill you, how do you know that?!”

did it right

I didn’t do mind-reading by guessing by looking at his face. That was the case in all cases.

A year ago, Han Yoo-jung awakened to the celestial death.

It is the tragic ability to change power and reason. The owner of the Thousand Deaths will inevitably harm someone. Even if I didn’t like it, I couldn’t help it.

Lee Ji-ah was on the verge of suicide due to depression. Depression that was so severe didn’t dramatically reduce the ability to have peace of mind.

But Han Yoo-jung was different.

On Sunday, I had to stick my body in. Even with peace of mind, all the reactions of Heavenly Death cannot be suppressed. Asking a 16-year-old girl to overcome it with her mental strength was nonsense.

Even the country before awakening was impossible.

The limit of celestiality is one week without exception for anyone. If you exceed that, you will lose your reason and harm the people around you.

It was inevitable that tragedy would happen on Sunday.

The police reported that it was a tragic accident for a family in which the ‘parent’ died.

By Sunday, at least both parents were alive.

then.

Did your uncle kill your parents before Han Yu-jeong had a seizure?

Did your uncle kill your parents after Han Yoo-jeong had a seizure?

Han Yoo-jeong, her parents, and a family of three lived in the same house. It was practically impossible to kill one without the other two. It was right after Han Yoo-jeong had a seizure.

Thousand-killing seizures occur at 00:00 from Saturday to Sunday. It was in the morning when the police arrived after receiving the report.

In other words, Uncle visited Han Yoo-jung’s house at dawn.

This is not the time to visit under normal circumstances. I came here with a clear purpose. Aim precisely for the time.

Here, the assumption of a single act is blocked. There was no way Han Yoo-jung had told his uncle about the death penalty, and no gambler had the intelligence to find out.

Because the record of Han Yoo-jung was erased from the computer. But he knew that the murder was going to happen that day.

how the hell did you know

I needed a helper who knew about Han Yu-jeong’s slaughter.

He knew in advance that something terrible was going to happen on Sunday, and he knew that only one of the parents would die.

A bewildered 16 girl will run out of the house, and a human who can understand that she was going to ask someone for help.

After erasing with the erasing method, only one person remains.

association president.

it was the kid

It was the president of the association who benefited from the death of Han Yoo-jung’s parents. If Han Yu-jeong doesn’t have a guardian, it’s much easier to deal with as a limb.

The interests of the uncle and the president of the association were intertwined.

The picture was drawn.

The man in front of you is a tool. You don’t even know who you’re asking for.

It seems that my eyes were very bloody.

The uncle was startled and knelt down.

“My, I didn’t kill you! Call the police and investigate!”

It was a skill that even a kid would not be deceived.

Uncle will be protected by iron bars. All the circumstances were pointing to the man in front of him. It wasn’t really necessary.

And even if it wasn’t the case.

I have already confessed to myself.

“Did you kill your brother?”

“… What?”

The bewildered uncle opens his mouth.

“You never said which one you killed. I.”

– Who killed someone? Also, I love my brother?!

“But you know how to confess.”

No one knows which side Han Yoo-jung harmed. maybe even yourself.

Of course, no one knows who the murderer who succeeded in killing was, except for the murderer himself.

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My uncle spit out cursing.

“… f*ck.”

He got up with a pistol in his hand. Everything is just an inference I have conceived in my head.

Perhaps all of this happened by chance.

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My uncle happened to visit Han Yoo-jeong’s house early on a Sunday morning.

By chance, when Han Yoo-jeong was away from home, I found out that her brother-in-law was dead.

I was blinded by the debt I just remembered and killed my older brother,

It is an independent act that has no relation with the president of the association.

all by chance.

It could have been.

So.

Now, is my guess right or wrong?

You have to find out the truth with him.

* * *

“welcome.”

The convenience store part-timer greeted me with a bright smile. He took the card out of his wallet and handed it to him.

“Give me a cigarette, please.”

“What kind of cigarette?”

“Anything.”

Alba’s face rots.

That’s what I thought when I thought of it as a backstory.

When I was working part-time at a cafe, it was a little difficult for me to ask for any coffee.

“Hmm, Marlboro, please. red one.”

I wanted to avoid being poisonous.

I went out of the convenience store by choosing water, candy, and something to put in my mouth. The wind was cold. He took a candy cane in his mouth and trudged.

Arrived at a quiet park. I sat cross-legged on an empty bench.

I put a cigarette in my mouth with dry lips and turn the lighter wheel, but only a little spark comes out. I saw that the gas was gone.

It was ridiculous and I laughed.

No luck, the one I picked out of the many lighters was a defective one. The homeless man lying next to him raised his hand. The lighter in his hand gleamed in the sunlight.

he asked

“Do you need fire?”

“Is it okay if I use it?”

“I picked it up in front of the vending machine, what… If you want to write, write.”

He nodded and took the lighter. After staring at the homeless man for a moment, he pulled out a couple of bills from his wallet and handed them over.

he grinned and accepted.

“It’s a neat thing to wear a winter suit, just a stylish gentleman.”

gentleman

He smiled and turned on the lighter.

win!

It’s been a long time since I smoked a cigarette. A cough came out of my throat because of the thick smoke. Stomach sting and sore Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

I rummaged through my bag and found the documents.

He held the crumpled paper in his hand and unfolded it.

Application for Waiver of Guardianship.

The name written on the bottom is Han Seung-hyun.

And next to it, there was a clear red fingerprint. Insulin, which had not dried before, was dripping sticky.

“Inju is well filmed.”

I ripped the paper to pieces and burned it with a lighter. I watched it change to ashes until the end, and then I stepped on it and scattered it. Ashes were blown away by the wind.

I don’t need this anymore.

*

It was the way to the company by parking the car in the parking lot.

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My plan was coming up from the bottom of the stairs. She found me and approached me with a different look in her eyes.

A thump, the sound of foot prints rang in my ears nervously.

“excuse me! Talk to me over there for a minute. Have you ever run away on the way before? He shamelessly hides behind Han Yoo-jung every day… … .”

“Do you have anything to say? Are you talking about work?”

Na Jeong-yeon made eye contact and took a small breath. She creaked like a broken robot.

“I hide every day… uh… that… .”

“I’m a little tired right now, but we’ll talk about it later. If it is urgent, please tell Team Leader Song.”

“Yeah, yes. You look very tired.”

passed over his shoulder.

‘What, really!’, a growl is heard from behind. He shook his head angrily and went downstairs.

I walked along the hallway. At the far end, I saw the training ground door. As I moved, my face reflected in the window came into the corner of my field of vision.

I can see why my schedule is cold. You will be surprised to meet like this.

I grabbed the doorknob and took a deep breath. Then he smiled and opened the door.

“Yoojung, have you eaten?”