An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 261

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Chapter 260
Part 4. Wasn’t It You? Wasn’t It Your Doing? (3)
“Hello! This is Yoon Sang!”
Kang Hyung-seok watched Yoon Sang from the bed.
Internet broadcasting didn’t seem easy either.
The camera was positioned to capture the wall so Kang Hyung-seok wouldn’t appear on screen, while Yoon Sang simultaneously filmed and monitored using both a smartphone and tablet.
“Where is this, you ask? Ah, it’s a motel, a motel. What? You think it’s indecent?”
Click.
[User ‘Obscene Demon’ has been forcibly removed.]
Kang Hyung-seok touched his phone and entered Yoon Sang’s broadcast.
He didn’t turn up the volume.
There was no reason to when the broadcaster was talking right beside him.
“My beloved viewers! Do you know why I came to this motel?”
(Who knows.)
(What’s going on?)
(Didn’t you say you were meeting an informant?)
(The investigation seems to be dragging on.)
“Ah, I phrased that wrong. You see, I have some shocking news? I’m currently accompanying that Shaman hyung!”
(Gasp!)
(Really? For real?)
(Didn’t they say it might not work out?)
Kang Hyung-seok glanced away from the chat reactions toward Yoon Sang.
The feeling was oddly peculiar.
Being mentioned on an internet broadcast, and having the broadcaster right beside him filling the audio completely.
And watching the chat flood with reactions searching for him.
“Honestly, I was worried about burdening hyung, so I couldn’t confirm it was definite, but anyway, we ended up accompanying each other. We even visited a grave together today!”
(Wow….)
(If that hyung is moving with you, it should wrap up immediately. lol)
(Who exactly is that hyung?)
(Is it an influx? There’s an amazing Shaman around. Yeah.)
(There’s an old video titled ‘That Controversial Video’ in the archives. Watch that. It’s seriously no joke.)
(Another Shaman even reviewed that video and said everything hyung said was correct.)
(Raise a spoon ㄷㄷ)
(What spoon? That person also appears frequently on other broadcasts.)
“Alright, beloved viewers. That hyung is also watching the chat right now. I think it would be good if we were a bit more respectful than usual.”
(Wholesome chat culture. lol)
(Oh, that hyung is watching too?)
(shudder)
(Hyung! If you’re watching this broadcast, please wave a carrot for us.)
Yoon Sang glanced at Kang Hyung-seok with a slight smile, as if to say this was how his broadcast chat normally was.
“Anyway, you’re probably thinking correctly. You grasped the situation right away, and you’ve removed what was causing the problem at the Grave.”
(???)
(Really? You figured it out immediately?)
(What is it? You said it seemed like grave wind.)
“I can’t reveal everything just yet. Once it’s all over, I’ll explain it all to you.”
(It’s not all finished?)
(You said you removed it? Doesn’t that mean it’s done?)
“What is this, the situation seems to be getting bigger than I thought. Yikes.”
Kang Hyung-seok shared the same thought.
Normally, it would have ended once the cause was removed, but this time was different.
Because it wasn’t an act committed by a spirit, but by a human.
‘An iron stake driven into my mother’s Grave…’
I could roughly guess the intention behind it, and a bitter taste filled my mouth.
Kang Hyung-seok rubbed his lips with a troubled expression, while Yoon Sang began soothing the overheating chat with a forced smile.
“You know, it’s awkward to reveal everything right now.”
(Did the informant ask you not to discuss it on the broadcast?)
(He reports it and then stops it himself?)
(His conscience is showing.)
“That’s not it! Everyone understands, and we’ll organize the story later. Plus, we need that person’s consent.”
(Ugh, boring.)
(Yoon Sang is usually careful with broadcasts anyway.)
(Still, there really aren’t many broadcasters as careful as Yoon Sang.)
Clap!
Yoon Sang clapped his hands and composed his expression, taking control of the atmosphere.
So he could make that kind of expression too.
Kang Hyung-seok looked at Yoon Sang with surprise, but he was simply staring at the camera.
“I understand the mood isn’t great, but would I have just broadcast without reason? Of course there’s a story worth telling.”
(Oh, what is it?)
That’s right. It would be disappointing if there wasn’t one. lol
“I had a separate conversation with the informant.”
It was when Kang Hyung-seok was talking with Kim Il-hong at the base of the Mountain.
At that time, Yoon Sang had taken Kim Yi-jun somewhere out of sight and talked for quite a while.
“I listened carefully then. About what happened.”
This was a story even Kang Hyung-seok hadn’t heard, so his interest and gaze naturally shifted from his phone to Yoon Sang.
“The Grave marker was erected six months ago, and during that time, there were quite a few strange occurrences in the household.”
Yoon Sang unfolded the story while controlling the atmosphere as if he hadn’t just started doing horror broadcasts yesterday.
These were the incidents that happened in that Rental House.
It started with all the soy paste in the house rotting.
Second was insects appearing in the rice container, but up until then they thought it could happen.
But the third was different.
“I heard that family kept a cat, but when they came back from eating out for a bit, it had disappeared in the meantime.”
Yoon Sang spoke while rolling his eyes as if searching his memory, and the chat window that had been so active slowed down as it focused on the story.
(What the heck)
(Did it die?)
“Yes, it died. But apparently it died in a strange way.”
(How…?)
(They even suspected it was the work of grave spirits….)
“It’s related to that soybean paste.”
Yoon Sang furrowed his brow and glossed over the explanation vaguely.
But from the atmosphere, his gestures, and a few additional details, everyone could infer the cat’s final fate.
The jar on the Veranda.
That jar with even its lid sealed shut.
When they opened the lid with a sense of dread, they discovered the cat inside.
Its eyes were half-open, and its expression was contorted, or so they said.
“It didn’t make sense, so they even reported it to the Police Officer, but apparently there were no signs of a break-in.”
(What the hell.)
(But if they removed the cause, isn’t it all solved?)
(Yeah, it should be fine then.)
“That’s uncertain.”
Yoon Sang spoke in an uncertain tone.
It was because it was done by a person.
Driving an iron stake into the Grave….
“For now, I think we do need to keep watching. It’s Friday night now, wait? It’s already dawn.”
(Didn’t you know?)
(You turned on the broadcast late today. Haha)
(Yoon Sang, I’m sleepy.)
Yoon Sang flustered and glanced at Kang Hyung-seok’s expression.
He did usually broadcast even in the early morning hours.
But being with Kang Hyung-seok and having all the lights on made him wonder if he was perhaps disturbing his sleep.
“For now, I’ll end today’s broadcast here! If possible, I’ll try doing a live stream later.”
(Suddenly going wild. lol)
(Bye.)
(Yoon.)
(Share it with us right away if you find out anything later.)
“Love you all, my dear viewers!”
Click.
Yoon Sang ended the broadcast and immediately spoke to Kang Hyung-seok.
“I’m sorry, hyung. I kept you from sleeping, didn’t I?”
“No. Didn’t you end the broadcast too abruptly?”
“Ah, I wasn’t planning to go that late anyway. There wasn’t much to talk about either.”
Yoon Sang organized his tablet and phone into his bag, then continued speaking while gauging Kang Hyung-seok’s reaction.
“But hyung, what’s your impression of all this?”
“Well, I still don’t know.”
“Still, you must have some thoughts, right?”
It was Kang Hyung-seok who had booked the Motel.
He’d even rejected Yoon Sang’s suggestion to sleep comfortably at home.
It seemed as though he believed Kim Yi-jun, the informant, could contact him at any moment.
“Just get some rest for now.”
“Come on, tell me something.”
“This isn’t a Victim Spirit problem.”
Kang Hyung-seok connected his phone to a charger and shook his head.
The situation itself was far too predictable.
An iron stake driven into a Grave, a daughter who hadn’t been close to her mother.
Misfortune brought upon the household.
And the Victim Spirit pleading and begging before me.
“Why would anyone bury the deceased in such a place?”
“Pardon?”
Yoon Sang spoke as though he had no idea, and Kang Hyung-seok pressed his lips together, shook his head, and opened his mouth.
“To get rid of them. To dispose of them. To place them somewhere out of sight.”
It wasn’t common, but he’d heard it happened occasionally.
The ashes of a deceased person with whom one had been estranged being flushed down a public restroom toilet.
Cases where keeping them at home was unbearable, and paying for a columbarium was even worse.
Despite such alternatives existing, the deceased’s daughter had deliberately erected a gravestone and even driven an iron stake into it.
“Ah, no, why?”
Yoon Sang asked with a look of bewilderment, and Kang Hyung-seok exhaled a shallow sigh while staring at the blanket above him.
Yet before his eyes, the image of the Victim Spirit pleading with him flickered.
“Out of fear.”
“…Pardon?”
“Fear of the deceased.”
Yoon Sang’s expression became even more confused.
Kang Hyung-seok looked at him and answered with a twisted smile.
“The deceased Shaman—she took her own life.”
A Shaman who committed suicide.
All religions regard suicide as a grave sin.
Shamanism is no exception.
“A, a Shaman committed suicide?”
Kang Hyung-seok nodded slowly and answered.
“It’s not common. Usually the household spirit prevents it. That’s probably why it was even more terrifying.”
Something that shouldn’t have happened easily had occurred.
In Shamanism, suicide is an act that’s difficult to be forgiven for, and its karmic consequences spread far and wide.
There must have been a reason for driving that stake—a desire to prevent something.
“…No, wait.”
Watching Yoon Sang stumble under the weight of realization, I continued calmly.
“They’ll contact us again by tomorrow.”
An iron stake driven in by greed—a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.
A child who drove a nail through their mother’s chest.
That is the kind of person they are.
They would attach great significance to even a scraped fingertip, the smallest misfortune.
“For now, let’s rest.”
“…Hey, hyung.”
“What?”
“You don’t think they’d contact you directly, do you?”
A question born of the hope that they possessed at least a shred of shame.
I answered with a bitter smile, leaning my head against the pillow and asking him to turn off the light.
Click.
Yoon Sang pressed the switch with hesitant reluctance.
The room fell into darkness, yet sleep seemed far from coming.
‘I hope hyung was wrong about this…’
It wasn’t that I doubted or distrusted Kang Hyung-seok.
But if he was right, it would be something far too terrible and cruel.
I desperately hoped that people weren’t capable of such depravity.
Yoon Sang exhaled silently, clinging to that prayer.
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3:30 AM.
In the darkened car, the Middle-aged Woman checked the time on her phone, her eyes gleaming with malevolent intent.
“Damn it, you idiot. Why did you have to pull it out and cause me all this trouble?”
Kim Il-ju, Kim Il-hong’s sister.
And the very person who had driven iron stakes into their mother’s grave.
The car door swung open.
Kim Il-ju stepped out and strode toward the trunk with heavy footfalls.
She retrieved three iron stakes from the trunk and tucked them against her side.
“If you’re going to pull them out, you should at least consult me first. Ask me, for crying out loud. Damn it, damn it, damn it.”
The trunk slammed shut.
Kim Il-ju closed it with enough force to shake the entire car, then trudged toward the lightless Mountain, her curses flowing without pause.
“Did I drive them in just for myself? I did it for all of us to prosper. So you should be grateful to me. Where do you get off raising your voice and acting like this? Just because you’re my older brother? You bastard.”
Clang, clang.
With each step Kim Il-ju took, the iron stakes at her side rang out metallically.
Iron stakes meant to be driven into their mother’s grave.
This time, she was determined to sever the connection completely.
In the Mountain where even moonlight was swallowed by clouds, only her eyes burned with that sinister gleam.

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