The World of Masks

"What's your name?"

"Kim Jin-seok."

He replied, sitting in front of him, looking at the detective beating on the elongated keyboard.

"National ID number."

"xxxxxxxxxxxxx."

"Where do you live?"

"xxx as xx, Shinchon-dong, Seodaemun-gu."

The detective, who entered the data he heard on the monitor in front of his eyes, paused for a moment at the information displayed in front of his eyes.

"This isn't the first time you've been to the police station."

"That's it."

Jinsuk scratched the back of his head as if it were cool. What is important here is the expression and behavior that shows the heroic behavior you used to have. The detective can't even imagine what he has in mind and why he did that heroic act. So there's no need to kneel. Above all, I imagined a lot, but I never put myself into practice. You just have to act naturally here. If you pretend to be a citizen who has a pure and innocent mind, but a righteous mind, it is a gold medal.

As expected, the detective's attitude was noticeably smoother in front of him.

"Rescue of two robbery victims. Rescue of three sexual assaults. Brave citizen award?"

"Luck or bad luck or something, and I get involved quite often. I may not like the noise of cars, but I like to walk down alleys."

You don't have to say you're looking for someone you can break legally. It is no exaggeration to say that the detective is unlikely to understand his hobbies. I was not foolish enough to say something I shouldn't have to do and scrape it off.

"Shouldn't be easy dealing with those guys. What kind of exercise did you do?"

"I boxed a little. I didn't mean it like this, but this is what I use it for."

You're lying. He learned boxing to beat people. To make the opponent feel even more right about the exhilarating feeling of punching. And to inflict unilateral violence on their prey. But of course, I kept my mouth shut again.

"We'll take care of those little bastards first. I'm here for those bastards. I'm in jail with Kong Bob. It's only a matter of time before those bastards get to the CCTV with her, so it's red stripes on her name and ruin her life. Mr. Jin-seok will not be held responsible. No, it looks like you've been injured, but if you go through civil procedure, you'll be able to claim compensation from them as well.

He looked at industrial waste and looked down from the other side and looked at the young adults who were being investigated, but he didn't like them. But Jinsuk shakes his head quietly.

"Never mind. For saving a woman, I think it's cheap. They think it's a Medal of Honor. And I don't want to see their faces again."

I was satisfied enough by beating three punks. Civil affairs were not as interesting as injuries on the left arm were considered costly anyway. But the detective kept trying to convince me that was not the case. He seemed to want to harass those bastards as much as possible. However, when he saw the stirring of his head, the detective tasted again, but no longer spoke of civilization.

"Is she okay, by the way?"

"Ah! Him. He's in the hospital right now because he needs to rest mentally. Fortunately, there are no injuries other than minor bruising injuries, but you seem to have suffered a lot of mental trauma."

In order to be thorough, I posed as a good man, so I asked him if he should ask about the safety of his victims. He also did it in the emergency room, so he didn't see what happened to the victim's woman.

'She was an amazing woman.'

Jinsuk shook his head, shaking his thoughts again, saying he felt sorry for himself.

"So this is the end of my investigation?"

"Yes, thank you for your cooperation."

I reached up and shook his hand to the detective who reached over the desk. Perfect for backing up with this. It was a very satisfying hunt from start to finish. Then a group of people rushes out of the Ur police station, past the seat. Looking at the meaningful guns between the clothes you're wearing, it looks like detectives.

"Are you busy?"

He went through the police station glass door and asked the detective in charge of his investigation, who was behind him, looking at the detectives heading to the police car. The detective, looking for the lighter behind his back, bites a cigarette and shrugs.

"This is what this job is all about. Besides, the fortress is dying because of the masked world and the game."

The pathetic detective lights a lighter, lights a cigarette, and starts walking out of the police station. Then he pointed to the "indoor smoking cessation" sign behind him and said, "Ah, float." 'I walked quickly with my face. He smelled a faint cigarette and walked out of the police station. After opening the glass door, I saw a detective burning a cigarette with a face that looked like he had been through all kinds of happiness by his side. It didn't seem like a messy reef. Jinsuk also took out a cigarette from his pocket and stood next to the detective.

"That's what a masked world looks like, right? Legally banned due to side effects."

"Yes, that's the culprit of the stress of police these days. Why do you want the game prohibited by law to die so badly?"

Do you like his reality that much? 'I was a detective who started complaining. After hearing such a detective's complaint with one ear, Jin lit a cigarette and sucked smoke deep into his lungs. The dust looked up at the sky, exhaling cigarette smoke that was sucked deep enough to feel full.

A masked world, a non-gambling ordinary virtual reality game, a worldwide banned game, and yet it was still being played. I've only heard of it, but I haven't experienced it myself, but it's a game of extreme reality. The reality was so overwhelming, they banned it.

'Then the doctor told me not to smoke.'

Jin, who scratched his head with his left hand, wrapped around a bandage, immediately 'inhaled' and breathed until most cigarettes burned, then threw the remaining cigarette with the remaining cigarette into the trash can next to him. Then he said good-bye to the detective who was looking at most of the burnt cigarettes next door and walked out of the police station.