An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 323

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Chapter 322
Part 3. The Clue Drawing Ever Closer (2)
[These fake-broadcast losers are so disgusting.]
“Yeah, but I get it.”
[How did he find the mannequin all at once?]
[Even though it’s a live broadcast, the voice filter is a bit strange too.]
[That person he calls “hyung” in the first place—isn’t he just a regular person? Seems like they’re pushing some kind of concept.]
[Yoon Sang’s reaction at the end of the broadcast looks awkward now that I think about it.]
[Ah, you fake-broadcast bastards, give it a rest.]
[These shield-throwing idiots can’t tell where to jump in and where not to, they just blindly defend everything.]
Haha, I’m about to shield this with a defense.
[Wait.]
[Someone else is doing a verification broadcast.]
[For real?]
[ㅇㅇ They say they found out which school it is. They say they will be going live soon.]
Whether it’s a hoax or not will be revealed soon lol
[Yoonsang cut haha]
[That bastard’s bottom line will also be revealed. lol]
Pop!
“Welcome! I’m sure many of you are new here, right?”
The one who turned on the broadcast was an Internet broadcaster called 666 Radio.
A large frame, seemingly gentle at first glance, but with eyes that had an upturned gaze at the corners.
Just looking at the camera created an intimidating presence, and beside him stood a man of similar age.
“Let me introduce first. This person here—unlike some people, we don’t frustrate our viewers with privacy concerns and all that nonsense. We lay it all bare. Hyung, why don’t you introduce yourself?”
“I’m Cheongpung Doryeong. I’m a Shaman with three years of experience.”
“Ahahaha! This hyung isn’t used to broadcasting, so he’s a bit stiff. But he really does run a Shamanic Temple, so he’s a genuine Shaman.”
666 spoke with exaggerated enthusiasm as he raised the camera to point at the School behind them.
“You know that broadcast that went viral? We’re here to verify it. Wow, this is intense.”
[X is hilarious lol]
He actually came lol
[Is this person famous?]
[Most famous among the newcomers.]
[Yoon Sang is a knockoff.]
“Ay! Who are you comparing? Anyway, cutting to the chase, let’s go direct. Hyung, let’s head in.”
The two men began walking toward the School.
Then 666 stepped over the salt that Kang Hyung-seok had scattered, and the one called Cheongpung Doryeong stopped in his tracks ahead of him.
“What is it? Is something there?”
“Salt scattered here. Right here.”
“Where, where?”
[Really?]
[???]
[Why did he sprinkle salt?]
[Looks like it was to keep ghosts away.]
[What? That never showed up in the broadcast.]
[So it was real after all?]
As the viewers increasingly mentioned Yoon Sang and Kang Hyung-seok, 666 Radio’s eyes narrowed with visible irritation.
“These bastards really know how to stage things. Anyone can do this kind of stuff. Hell, it could’ve been sprinkled beforehand. Why does it matter?”
[Right, right.]
[True enough lol]
666 Radio licked his lips and threw out a few more comments to redirect the viewers’ attention back to himself.
Yoon Sang and Kang Hyung-seok held tremendous prestige among those who broadcast horror content.
If he played his cards right, this broadcast could grant him all of their status, viewership, and influence.
“Let’s go back in.”
With everything on the line, 666 Radio displayed fierce determination as he entered the School, with Cheongpung Doryeong following behind him.
But after only a few steps, they stopped in front of the Faculty Office.
“Why again?”
“We need to leave.”
“Huh?”
“This place feels wrong. We should go. Now.”
666 Radio visibly panicked and checked the chat window.
[???]
[He’s saying the same thing as the other guy?]
[Wait, so it’s not fake?]
[What the hell.]
[So much for exposing them—looks like verification time instead. lol]
Just as he’d feared.
The exact reaction he’d hoped to avoid was beginning to emerge, and 666 Radio swallowed his anxiety and thrust his face toward Cheongpung Doryeong.
“Hey, hyung, let’s not do things we weren’t asked to do, okay?”
Cheongpung Doryeong’s eyes flickered, while 666 Radio’s pupils gleamed with desperation and anger.
“It’s a broadcast. Let’s read the flow and act accordingly.”
….
666 Radio spoke in hushed tones so his voice wouldn’t be picked up by the camera, then raised his phone again to show his face.
“I consulted with him. Just to be safe, I’ll head directly toward the Kitchen to check it out.”
[Not going into the Classroom?]
[That’s the place most suspected of being rigged.]
[The broadcast did cut out at the Kitchen. There’s probably something there.]
“Yes, yes! That’s why I’m checking the Kitchen first, and if there’s any sign of manipulation, I’ll verify the Classroom too. Don’t worry. I, 666 Radio, will verify everything for you thoroughly.”
Fortunately, the chat’s reaction shifted to support 666 Radio.
He swallowed a silent sigh of relief and began moving toward the Kitchen with Cheongpung Doryeong.
Thud, thud.
Even as he did, Cheongpung Doryeong felt his mouth growing parched and dry.
Something seemed to be present, yet nothing was visible.
The thought that it might be dangerous filled his mind and weighed down his ankles.
However, since 666 Radio ahead was moving so relentlessly, Cheongpung Doryeong followed in his wake, sprinkling salt at intervals.
It was after the two of them arrived at the Kitchen.
Creak!
The moment 666 Radio flung open the Kitchen door, a putrid stench greeted them first.
“Ugh!”
666 Radio, his nose and mouth covered by his sleeve, contorted his face and muttered a curse.
“What the hell did these bastards do here.”
It was a deliberate comment meant to plant the suggestion that Yoon Sang and Kang Hyung-seok’s broadcast had been manipulated.
[There’s definitely something here. Creepy.]
[This is where the broadcast cut off.]
[Even you couldn’t enter here right away back then….]
However, the viewer reactions he desired were not forthcoming, which only made 666 Radio more anxious.
“Ah, there it is. There, that thing, the Refrigerator.”
So 666 Radio pointed his camera at the Refrigerator where the broadcast had cut off, determined not to give viewers time to think.
This time, the viewers showed strong interest in the Refrigerator as he’d hoped, and 666 Radio signaled Cheongpung Doryeong to follow before moving toward it.
It was just as he was about to open the Refrigerator.
Grip.
Cheongpung Doryeong seized 666 Radio’s wrist.
“What?”
666 Radio reacted with irritation, but Cheongpung Doryeong silently shook his head.
This place is dangerous.
Better not to open it.
There’s nothing good to see.
Cheongpung Doryeong warned with eyes so chilling they raised the hair on one’s neck, yet 666 Radio merely licked his drying lips with his tongue.
What frightened him most was not ghosts.
It was coming all this way and achieving nothing, leaving the impression that only Yoon Sang’s broadcast had been genuine.
Creak!
So 666 Radio wrenched open the Refrigerator door before Cheongpung Doryeong could stop him.
With the camera held forward, the grotesquely decomposed cow’s head was broadcast for all to see.
[What the hell.]
[What is that.]
[This guy’s gonna get his broadcast shut down.]
[Insane. Broadcast accident.]
[Absolutely disgusting.]
[Is that real? Or is it edited?]
“Ugh! Uuuugh!”
Crash!
Startled, 666 Radio stumbled backward and tangled with the counter.
“Ugh!”
Even as he did, he continued to retch, the acrid stench of the cow’s head flooding through his nose and mouth.
“Hck! Ugh! Gah!”
Only after 666 Radio had barely composed himself, his eyes bloodshot, did he look up at Cheongpung Doryeong.
“What…?”
Cheongpung Doryeong stood with his arms and head drooping limply at his sides.
It was a posture that no one could call normal, and 666 Radio froze, turning on his phone’s flashlight and illuminating him with the rear camera.
That was when it happened.
Thud!
Cheongpung Doryeong hurled himself forward, smashing his head against the counter’s edge.
“No! No! What?! Why?! Why is this happening!”
666 Radio screamed, but it seemed his voice didn’t reach Cheongpung Doryeong.
Crash! Thud!
Cheongpung Doryeong continued to slam his head against the edge with such violence it seemed he would die from it.
Blood sprayed across the camera in an instant, and the viewers could only watch frozen in place.
Thud! Crack!
Only after the sound of his skull fracturing did Cheongpung Doryeong collapse limply to the floor.
“Hyung! Hyung! Damn it! Damn it! Stop joking! What is this?! Why are you doing this?! What the hell!”
[Shouldn’t we call the Police?]
[Does anyone know where this is?]
[How would we know if he didn’t say?]
[Call an Administrator, hurry.]
[The broadcast needs to stop.]
[He looks dead…]
Then, suddenly, a reaction appeared in the chat: “Huh?”
[Did anyone else hear that strange sound just now?]
[Stop attention-seeking, you bastard.]
[No, seriously, did you hear something?]
[Turn up the volume.]
[I can hear it now too.]
666 Radio, gasping for breath as he stared at the chat, felt his mind slipping away.
“What… sound?”
Before his voice even finished, a sound suddenly pierced his eardrums.
Screech! Screeeech!
A strange sound.
A sound that set every nerve on edge, as if clawing at the heart with an ice pick.
[Huh?]
[Just now on the screen.]
[It’s coming it’s coming it’s coming it’s coming it’s coming.]
[Ah, I can’t see anything.]
[WTF]
[Get out of there!]
The chat flooded upward like a torrential downpour in reverse, yet 666 Radio’s gaze was fixed elsewhere.
The ceiling.
The sound was coming from above, and as 666 Radio slowly lifted his head to look up, he dropped his phone.
“Aaaahhhhh! Uaaahhh!”
The phone fell with its lens pointing toward the ceiling, broadcasting only a pitch-black screen.
Yet the viewers could clearly see something writhing and moving across the ceiling where nothing should have existed.
Something was there.
“Aaahhh! Ahhh! P-please help me. Help me!”
Boom-crash! Thud!
The broadcast carried the sound of 666 Radio thrashing wildly through the Kitchen, colliding with everything in his path.
“Don’t come! Don’t come near me! You bastard! Don’t come!”
The screams grew louder.
And then,
“Kyaaaaaahhhhh!”
Thud!
With the fading screams and the sound of something falling, a terrifying silence descended.
Though invisible, what had transpired was unmistakable, and a heavy atmosphere engulfed the chat window.
[…He’s done for.]
[What the hell.]
[Is he dead?]
[Looks like he fell.]
Everyone was anxious and terrified, yet the broadcast did not end.
There was no one to press the end button.
[Currently calling the platform’s customer service.]
[Turn off the broadcast.]
[What the hell is that thing.]
[How did Yoon Sang and that hyung survive.]
The chat continued for a while with murmurs of speculation.
[Everyone just turn it off. Better not to watch. You’ll be cursed.]
Then, with one viewer’s sincere advice as the final message, the broadcast ended.
An Administrator who arrived late after receiving the report forcibly terminated it.

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