An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 253

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Chapter 252
Part 2. What Must Be Faced (1)
Click.
Kang Hyung-seok led Shin Yoseph out of the hospital room.
Yoon Sang was left alone inside, his eyes bearing the confused expression of someone who felt he’d committed some grave offense.
Bewilderment without a shred of guilt.
I’d only spoken as I normally would, but the timing couldn’t have been worse.
“Why?”
Shin Yoseph asked with a face as frozen as ice, and Kang Hyung-seok gestured toward the rooftop with his chin.
He wanted to have this conversation on the rooftop where fewer people would overhear.
Creak.
Kang Hyung-seok moved forward first, dragging his IV stand behind him, and Shin Yoseph followed in his wake.
It was only after the two of them reached the rooftop.
Thud.
Shin Yoseph closed the door with a hand that carried some indefinable frustration, then spoke as if the words had been waiting to burst out.
“Stay out of this.”
Kang Hyung-seok stared at Shin Yoseph with narrowed eyes.
A cigarette hung from his fingers, but his expression showed he couldn’t bring himself to smoke in a hospital.
Yet a faint smell of tobacco drifted on the wind that blew past.
Patients must have been hiding in some corner beyond sight to smoke, or the traces of their smoking lingered in the air.
“I think I understand why you wanted to talk here, but it’s not your concern. I’m not so desperate that I’d ask a patient for help.”
“Hey.”
“I’ll handle it myself.”
Shin Yoseph rested his elbows on the railing and twisted his lips as if he truly craved a cigarette.
“You didn’t sense anything either. It’s probably just a rumor or some Malevolent Spirit. This isn’t something you need to get involved in.”
Kang Hyung-seok opened and closed his lips repeatedly, then swallowed the words that had been circling in his mouth.
I could guess what was bothering Shin Yoseph.
At the mention of a ghost in black clothes, it was obvious what Shin Yoseph—who had come to this hospital carrying the corpse of a senior colleague dressed in black—must be thinking.
“Damn it, the sky’s disgustingly beautiful today.”
Shin Yoseph muttered without even looking at the sky, his face devoid of emotion, and Kang Hyung-seok replied in a calm voice.
“What you’re worried about probably isn’t the case.”
“I know.”
“So do as you please.”
“I will.”
Shin Yoseph hunched his upper body as if contracting inward, then brought his hand to his mouth as if to smoke a cigarette.
***
“Well then, I’ll go take a look, hyung.”
It was before dinner was served.
Yoon Sang bowed his head as he looked at Kang Hyung-seok sitting on the bed, and Shin Yoseph also prepared to leave.
“Get some rest.”
Kang Hyung-seok answered by waving his hand, and Shin Yoseph and Yoon Sang filed out of the Hospital Room together.
In the meantime, Yoon Sang felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles.
‘The atmosphere feels strange. Did those two have a fight? Could it be because of me?’
Since Horror Broadcast was a battle of perception with viewers, Yoon Sang prided himself on his ability to read the room.
So he could sense the subtle and awkward tension between Kang Hyung-seok and Shin Yoseph, and even as he left the Hospital Room, his heart pounded with the fear that he might be the cause of it all.
Tap, tap.
It was as he and Shin Yoseph were heading toward the Elevator together.
“Your name is Yoon Sang, right?”
“Yes? Yes.”
“May I speak casually?”
“Oh, yes, yes. Of course!”
Yoon Sang nodded vigorously.
Part of it was surprise, and part of it was being overwhelmed by the dignified aura that Shin Yoseph exuded.
“But I wanted to ask you something….”
“Let’s talk outside.”
Ding!
Shin Yoseph entered the Elevator first, and Yoon Sang stood beside him, gauging his mood.
As they moved to where the Parking Lot was located, Shin Yoseph didn’t say a word the entire time.
Just as Yoon Sang’s breath was about to give out from the mounting discomfort, Shin Yoseph finally spoke.
It was near his car.
“Tell me in detail about the ghost story from earlier.”
“I’m, I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For bringing up something unnecessary. Hyung ended up being hospitalized because of what I said, and I was so thoughtless.”
Yoon Sang spoke as though he were dying of remorse, and Shin Yoseph’s eyebrows furrowed.
“It is because of me, isn’t it…?”
“Ha.”
Shin Yoseph, now understanding why Kang Hyung-seok maintained his connection with Yoon Sang, let out a bitter smile.
“That’s not it, so relax.”
“Yes? Yes.”
Even a bitter smile is a smile.
Seeing a hint of humanity in Shin Yoseph, who had been rigid the entire time, Yoon Sang felt somewhat more at ease and was able to speak more freely.
“I received a tip about it, actually.”
Yoon Sang laid out everything he knew without leaving anything out.
In truth, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it.
Though there were multiple tips making the account lengthy, it ultimately amounted to nothing more than having seen a Malevolent Spirit at the Hospital.
“But why this?”
“It needs to be resolved.”
“You’re going to try resolving it yourself?”
“If he’s in that state, what else can we do?”
The more we talked, the more at ease I felt, so Yoon Sang gradually released the tension from his face.
“Ah, then couldn’t I be of some help?”
“You?”
“I’ve followed Kang Hyung-seok around a bit, and I’ve received tips as well. Wouldn’t that be helpful?”
Shin Yoseph watched Yoon Sang in silence.
‘So he’s the one who does broadcasting?’
Perhaps that’s why his gaze felt somewhat burdensome.
As if he were hoping for something.
“Ah! I don’t have any broadcasting equipment. See? Empty hands.”
Yoon Sang turned out all his pockets to show he only had his phone and wallet.
It was exactly the kind of sight that could invite misunderstanding, so Shin Yoseph gestured for him to put them away, then fell into deep contemplation, grinding his teeth.
“Be honest. You don’t have any ulterior motives, do you?”
“Wow.”
Yoon Sang thought it was oddly similar how both Kang Hyung-seok and Shin Yoseph were equally suspicious, then continued speaking.
“The biggest reason is that I want to help Kang Hyung-seok.”
“And?”
“If you’d just allow me to share the stories on my broadcast later….”
Shin Yoseph watched Yoon Sang with his lips firmly pressed together.
As the silence stretched on, Yoon Sang felt uncomfortable again and shrank his neck, rubbing his damp palms on his pants.
After quite some time had passed like that.
“Sigh.”
Shin Yoseph exhaled and rubbed his teeth with his tongue before speaking.
“When you write broadcast scripts or anything like that, send them to Kang Hyung-seok. He’ll review and approve them.”
“Really?”
“If you talk about parts that weren’t approved, things will get difficult for you.”
“O-of course!”
Yoon Sang wouldn’t know.
Just how difficult things could become.
Shin Yoseph, much like Kang Hyung-seok, was someone who concealed his true nature while living in society.
If Yoon Sang were to carelessly broadcast sensitive information online, Shin Yoseph could hire a lawyer and respond aggressively.
If that happened, every aspect of Yoon Sang’s life would become incomparably harder than it was now.
“I’m someone who’s even done a joint broadcast with Kang Hyung-seok. Would he have done a joint broadcast with me if I weren’t trustworthy?”
“Kang Hyung-seok said that?”
“Yes!”
It was then that Shin Yoseph glanced up toward the floor where the hospital room was located.
“Then you’re… approved?”
Yoon Sang asked with an anxious tone, and Shin Yoseph thought for a moment longer before nodding his head carefully.
Before Yoon Sang could say anything, Shin Yoseph spoke first.
“Let’s eat first.”
Yoon Sang opened his mouth in surprise, but missed his chance to respond.
Click.
Shin Yoseph, sitting in the driver’s seat, was starting the engine.
***
Vroom.
By the time they began driving back to the Hospital, the sun had completely set.
“Ugh.”
Yoon Sang sat in the passenger seat with a bloated belly, his expression half-dazed, while Shin Yoseph lit a cigarette and rolled down all the car windows.
It was around rush hour.
Exhaust fumes and the noise of vehicles filling the Road.
The lights of shops lining the street.
It felt unbelievable that they now had to hunt a ghost—the world seemed so distant from them.
“Is it okay if I smoke?”
“Please do! You absolutely should!”
Yoon Sang, having eaten an expensive meal, spoke as if he’d light the cigarette himself, and Shin Yoseph chuckled softly before pulling out his lighter.
Click! Whoosh.
Yoon Sang’s gaze followed Shin Yoseph as he lit the cigarette with an expensive lighter.
“By the way, what do you do for a living, sir?”
“What do you already know?”
“That you’re friends with Hyung-seok, and… that you’re wealthy?”
It wasn’t wrong, so Shin Yoseph nodded silently.
“I don’t think I need to ask anything more, sir.”
Impressed by Yoon Sang’s perceptiveness, Shin Yoseph laughed heartily with a shrug and exhaled smoke out the window.
“Seems like you know everything that matters.”
“Yes!”
I couldn’t tell if this was just Yoon Sang’s nature, or if it was because I’d taken him to a sashimi restaurant that cost 130,000 won per person.
Grrrm.
With cigarette smoke as heavy as the engine’s rumble, Shin Yoseph drove toward the Hospital.
The two of them didn’t speak during the drive.
There was a reason I’d taken Yoon Sang to that expensive sashimi restaurant.
Simply by ordering from the menu, you could eat in a private space, and aside from the occasional appearance of someone in white chef’s attire bringing food, you could converse comfortably.
Thanks to that, I was able to clearly plan out how each of us should move.
Vroom!
As the engine shut off, the car’s interior automatically lit up, and Shin Yoseph turned his gaze to Yoon Sang.
“If you spot anything while moving separately, don’t chase it—contact me right away.”
“Yes.”
Yoon Sang nodded with a tense expression.
Now Yoon Sang would move to the location where the spirit had been sighted.
He would contact the informants and gather information in his own way.
The car door swung open.
“Then take care of yourself, hyung.”
Yoon Sang stepped out of the passenger seat and bowed his head to Shin Yoseph.
Left alone in the car, Shin Yoseph watched Yoon Sang head toward the Hospital through the windshield and lit a cigarette.
Being a Hospital, all the windows were closed.
A sharp inhale, then a long exhale.
He drew the smoke deep into his lungs and exhaled, then moved his tongue to swallow the bitterness lingering in his mouth.
“Huh….”
He stubbed out the cigarette after only two drags into a drink bottle, waited for the smoke to settle, then opened the car door and stepped out.
Like Yoon Sang, he too had to move to find the spirit that had appeared at the Hospital.
Thud, thud.
My footsteps felt heavy.
It wasn’t easy.
Taking each step forward.
Thud.
Yet Shin Yoseph moved with drooping eyes, heading in a different direction from Yoon Sang.
Near the Hospital Funeral Hall, where the bodies were laid to rest.
Where his senior was sleeping.

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