An Office Worker Is Good At Exorcism - Chapter 324

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Chapter 324
Part 3. The Thread Draws Near (3)
The next morning.
Kang Hyung-seok watched Yoon Sang emerge from the Police Station through the car window.
An unfortunate incident had occurred at the Abandoned School they’d visited, and while there was no legal liability, Yoon Sang had voluntarily turned himself in to eliminate any potential fallout and provide a statement.
Thud.
Yoon Sang, sitting in the passenger seat, rubbed his exhausted face as Kang Hyung-seok handed him a coffee he’d bought from the Convenience Store.
“You did well.”
“No, I’m sorry. It’s my fault for dragging you into this.”
Yoon Sang, who hadn’t anticipated things would spiral so badly, let out a pained groan.
“Why did you even go there in the first place? Sigh.”
His expression and tone betrayed guilt.
It wasn’t as though he’d pressured them to visit the Abandoned School.
They hadn’t been acquainted before.
He’d simply visited for his broadcast, to diminish Yoon Sang and Kang Hyung-seok’s reputation, and ended up suffering an unwanted tragedy.
Yet Yoon Sang wore an anguished expression as though everything were his fault.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Still, it feels unsettling.”
Yoon Sang rubbed the bitter taste from his mouth with his tongue and opened the canned coffee.
“There shouldn’t be any problems though. I already gave my statement first, and I was told there’s no legal issue.”
He was determined to ensure Kang Hyung-seok suffered no harm whatsoever.
Yoon Sang spoke with firm resolve, and Kang Hyung-seok exhaled a sigh while gripping the steering wheel with both hands.
He felt needlessly apologetic.
He wondered if he should have gone to greater lengths to establish clearer warnings, or at least posted signs forbidding entry.
“Hyung-nim, truthfully, those people would have gone in regardless of what you did.”
“Is that how it usually works?”
“From a viewer’s perspective, it’s just Internet Broadcasting. But from a streamer’s perspective, it’s their broadcasting career on the line, so they seize any opportunity they can.”
“Hmm.”
Nothing in this world comes easy.
Kang Hyung-seok sighed deeply and fastened his seatbelt.
Yoon Sang then set down his coffee and fastened his seatbelt as well, speaking to Kang Hyung-seok.
“Still, hyung-nim, I know this isn’t the right time to mention it.”
“Hmm?”
“There were quite a lot of comments on my broadcast community tab.”
“What did they say?”
Wondering if they were malicious, Kang Hyung-seok furrowed his brow, but Yoon Sang shook his head vigorously.
“No, no! They weren’t negative. The response was actually positive.”
Since it didn’t seem appropriate to boast, Yoon Sang didn’t show his phone.
Still, there were so many comments praising both Kang Hyung-seok and Yoon Sang that he felt he absolutely had to show them someday.
[How on earth did those two come out unscathed?]
[This is definitely the real deal.]
[I looked up Cheongpung Doryeong and found out that he is quite famous. ㄷㄷ That kind of person suffered without even using his hand, so this makes no sense.]
[If someone makes something look easy, it means that person is a master at their craft.]
[A master Shaman.]
I really want to see that hyung’s face once. Now I want to see a fortune telling.
It doesn’t seem cheap lolol but if this person is apparently a top-tier expert domestically and runs a fortune telling shop, they’d probably have years’ worth of reservations fully booked.
[That’s why this doesn’t make sense. Why would someone like that appear on an Internet Broadcasting show?]
A 3-Michelin-star chef isn’t going to boil cup ramen for you lolol
Vroom!
Kang Hyung-seok started the engine and turned the steering wheel as he opened his mouth.
“Anyway, let’s investigate the mannequin first.”
“Yes! But have you thought about where we’ll do it?”
“We can’t just lay it out anywhere.”
Kang Hyung-seok craned his neck to look at the nearby Mountain.
It was a sunny spot where even in the morning, sunlight streamed in brightly.
Whoooosh.
Heading toward that spot, Kang Hyung-seok got out of the car, picked up the plastic bag, and began climbing the Mountain.
An unnamed Mountain during the golden holiday.
The path was properly laid out, but since no one was climbing it, the two of them could ascend the wooden stairs without worrying about being noticed.
Thud.
At a spot not too high up, Kang Hyung-seok set the plastic bag down on a Wooden Platform and opened its mouth, beginning to pull out the contents one by one.
“Is there anything I can help with?”
“The things I put over there are useless, so just organize them in the corner.”
“Yes!”
Yoon Sang answered cheerfully and began organizing the mannequin pieces together with Kang Hyung-seok.
Though it was unsettling since it had been used for a corpse ritual, Kang Hyung-seok was right beside him.
And since the sun hung in the sky as if watching over them, within sight’s reach and during daylight hours, Yoon Sang was able to organize the mannequin fragments to one side without much resistance.
After a considerable amount of time had passed like this.
Clink.
Kang Hyung-seok, who was sorting through mannequin fragments, picked up one piece and stared at it quietly.
In that moment, Yoon Sang also stopped moving and looked at him, and he could tell what Kang Hyung-seok was looking at.
Kim Joo. 19
Scrape!
Kang Hyung-seok brushed the mannequin fragment with his palm and picked up another piece.
Then he joined the two pieces together.
Kim Joo-seok. 1965.02.15.
As the name became completely revealed, Kang Hyung-seok gazed at the sun and exhaled a sigh.
His eyes were filled with the certainty that he had finally grasped a clue to approach the truth.
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“Hello everyone! It’s Yoon Sang!”
From the passenger seat beside Kang Hyung-seok, Yoon Sang switched on the live broadcast.
[Whoa! We’re live!]
[Oppa, are you okay? There was an uproar yesterday. ㄷㄷㄷ]
[Saw it on the community. You went to the police station?]
[Are you really okay?]
[Tell hyung to curse us if anything happens.]
[Yoon Sang, don’t die.]
As the flood of chat messages poured in, Yoon Sang laughed awkwardly and continued speaking.
“I’m fine! Hyung is right here with me. Everything’s safe. By the way, did you all see the post I put up on the cafe?”
[Nope]
[What happened?]
[I turned on the broadcast as soon as I posted this and guess what? lol]
[What is it? It’s pixelated.]
“Well, um, ah.”
Yoon Sang glanced at Kang Hyung-seok’s expression for a moment.
When Kang Hyung-seok nodded, Yoon Sang felt a bit more at ease and spoke up.
“Actually, I found it between the mannequin fragments. Even though I pixelated it, you can still see the surname and birth year, right?”
[Oh, so that’s a mannequin fragment?]
Damn it.
[Are you really okay? Aren’t we getting cursed too?]
“It’s fine! Hyung said there’s nothing wrong. You can relax.”
[If hyung says so, it must be true!]
[We only trust hyung!]
[Please protect our Yoon Sang.]
T_T
[Our boy’s got a good face, but the rest needs work.]
Hahaha
“Hey! What are you talking about!”
For a moment, Yoon Sang forgot he was sitting next to Kang Hyung-seok and burst out loud, then glanced nervously before speaking again.
“Anyway, I’m going to be busy with the investigation from now on. I’m sorry, but I was hoping you lovely viewers could help me out.”
[?]
[Ghost background check. Creepy.]
[Really?]
[You’re actually digging into this?]
“Yes. If we leave it alone, who knows what might happen next. Hyung also says we need to see this through to the end.”
[Insane….]
[Wow….]
[It’s like a mockumentary or something.]
[ㅇㅇ It’s just like a horror documentary. But this is real.]
“Yoon Sang, make sure you upload the edited version. I’m telling you, the view count is going to be insane.”
“For real, for real.”
Yoon Sang laughed with an ambiguous expression, saying nothing in return.
It would be a lie to say he hadn’t thought the same thing.
If everything wrapped up cleanly, this could become the biggest event in Yoon Sang’s broadcasting history.
“If anyone knows anything, please send me a tip. Even small details help—if you find anything through a search, please send it to me in a private message!”
That was when it happened.
[User ‘A Little Chick That Won’t Cry’ donated 1,000 won.]
[Sent you a message. It’s a news article—can you check it out?]
“Huh?”
Yoon Sang quickly grabbed his phone and opened his message inbox.
He thought it was a prank because of the odd username, but the inbox actually contained a real article link.
Click.
‘Family of Five Found Dead in Baeksa Village, Junggye-bon District. No Signs of External Intrusion.’
As Yoon Sang read the headline silently and then moved through the body text, his brow furrowed deeper with each line.
“…Thank you. This seems like an important tip.”
“[Really?]”
“[??? What was it?]”
“[Share it. Creepy.]”
“No, let me verify it first and I’ll tell you more. And please, keep sending tips just in case! If you see any suspicious articles, send me the links!”
“[Got it.]”
“[Make sure to include the chat reactions when you upload the edited version.]”
“[Mom, I got on the broadcast.]”
Crazy bastard lol
“[Find it for sure!]”
“[Yoon Sang fighting! Brother fighting too!]”
Click.
After ending the broadcast, Yoon Sang exhaled hot breath through his nose.
So he really had caught something big.
The viewers’ reactions, the feeling he had now—everything was different from usual.
“Where is it?”
“Baeksa Village in Junggye-bon District!”
“Tsk.”
Kang Hyung-seok clicked his tongue with a gloomy expression, as if he already had a sense of what kind of place it was.
The place known as Seoul’s last slum district.
With redevelopment already confirmed, most people would have moved out by now.
The mass poisoning at the abandoned school had targeted people living in a place like that.
Vroooom!
Kang Hyung-seok set Baeksa Village as his destination on the navigation and began driving, while Yoon Sang read the article aloud from the passenger seat.
“A family of five was found dead in a house in Baeksa Village, shocking the community. According to the Nowon Police Station in Seoul, at around 6 a.m. today, a neighbor reported a strange smell coming from the adjacent house and no signs of activity for several days, and….”
The more I listened, the more I thought that place might actually be it.
“When did that news break?”
“About a month ago, roughly!”
Then the timing matched up roughly as well.
When I first discovered it, the cow’s head inside the Kitchen Refrigerator had appeared to be decomposed to about that same degree.
“…All right.”
As my conviction grew stronger, I drove toward Seoul while grinding my lower lip.
After driving for quite some time, I brought the car to a stop as the navigation announced that I had reached my destination.
Thunk.
Then I looked up at the hillside, where shabby houses were crammed together densely in the neighborhood.
The sun tilting westward was preparing to scatter its sunset glow, and the moon had shed its pure white hue, staining itself yellow.
“There are more than just a couple of houses here.”
As Yoon Sang spoke in a tone suggesting this wouldn’t be easy, I pulled the Shaman’s Bell from my bag.
Wrang.
The Shaman’s Bell rang out alone, as if signaling it was ready to guide us.
“Follow me.”
Thud, thud.
Yoon Sang began hurrying after me as I walked forward without hesitation.

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