Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

“Is anyone there—!”
Another loud voice echoed from below.
Ji-seok and Tae-woo exchanged glances before hurrying toward the central staircase and peering downward.
Light filtered up through the gaps in the stairs—the fluorescent lights on the lower floor had been switched on.
At least it didn’t seem to be a ghost.
‘The building manager?’
But since the manager had directly commissioned the work and was overseeing it, there was no reason for him to return to the building at this hour.
“Who’s down there?”
Ji-seok called out loudly from the top of the stairs.
“Ah, it’s Shim Chi-young. Are you the ones who came looking for me earlier?”
It was Shim Chi-young—the very person the two had sought out before.
Ji-seok and Tae-woo exchanged another look before descending the stairs.
They met Shim Chi-young climbing up from around the Second Floor.
“What are you doing wandering around with all the lights off? Isn’t that inconvenient? Where did the building manager go?”
Shim Chi-young asked, his expression puzzled as he glanced around.
Instead of answering, Ji-seok checked his watch.
Midnight.
He had arrived right on schedule.
“Did you come because of the witness from when Na Hee-jung passed away?”
“Yes. I was curious too—who witnessed it, what the situation was like back then. But this situation now….”
Shim Chi-young shrugged and looked around.
That was the moment.
Behind Shim Chi-young in the darkened corridor, the ghost of Na Hee-jung appeared—her head crushed and mangled.
She stared at the back of his head, tears of blood streaming down her face.
Simultaneously, her lips trembled rapidly as if she were speaking something.
As both Ji-seok and Tae-woo stared at what was behind him, Shim Chi-young suddenly turned around in alarm.
In an instant, the ghost vanished.
“Is there something behind me?”
“No, nothing.”
Ji-seok shook his head and gestured for them to go upstairs.
“Is it upstairs?”
He asked, but Ji-seok didn’t answer further.
Since Tae-woo wasn’t about to speak up either, the two of them led the way back up to the 3rd Floor.
“But why are you walking around with the lights off? Isn’t that uncomfortable?”
Shim Chi-young asked from behind.
“Feel free to turn them on if you’d like.”
Ji-seok answered.
Then, without hesitation, he flipped on the fluorescent lights in the staircase and 3rd Floor Corridor.
Whirrrrr—
In an instant, the entire corridor blazed with light.
The flickering problem that had plagued the fluorescent lights before was gone.
That meant there were no spirits nearby.
Indeed, Tae-woo’s Ghost Radar detected nothing.
“What kind of student was Na Hee-jung?”
Ji-seok asked as he walked down the corridor.
“Well, she was a good student. Excelled at school activities too. That kind of person.”
“How did you two start dating?”
“Why bring up ancient history? I don’t even remember it clearly.”
Shim Chi-young said.
Tae-woo sensed strongly that he was ‘avoiding’ something.
That was when it happened.
Beside him as he walked, the spirit of Na Hee-jung with her crushed head reappeared, pressing right against his side, her lips quivering.
Simultaneously, she wept tears of blood so profusely that it was utterly grotesque and eerie.
Tae-woo gripped the Blood Fang Blade in his hand to dispel her immediately.
A careless swing of the Ghost Fang Blade could injure Shim Chi-young.
Tap—
In that instant, Ji-seok quietly seized Tae-woo’s wrist.
When Tae-woo looked at him, Ji-seok shook his head quietly, out of Shim Chi-young’s sight.
It meant: don’t dispel the spirit right now.
‘What? Why not? It’s right here?!’
Tae-woo thought to himself, but he couldn’t act unilaterally in front of his superior.
“Back then, we couldn’t even enter here. This was the female students’ floor.”
Shim Chi-young said, looking around.
“What room number was Na Hee-jung in?”
“Hee-jung? Room 302, I think.”
He answered Ji-seok’s question.
Tae-woo, hearing that answer, checked the room numbers posted on each door.
Room 302 was at the far right end of the corridor.
The three of them slowly approached that location.
Flicker—
Then, the UI elements on Tae-woo’s smart glasses flickered loudly for a moment.
A brilliant blue dot suddenly appeared on the radar, roughly in the 1 o’clock direction ahead.
It was light emanating from inside Room 302.
Ji-seok approached Tae-woo and gestured with his chin to move forward, then approached Room 302.
Shim Chi-young, bewildered by their cautious movements, asked.
“Wait, didn’t you just say something about a witness or something? What’s going on?”
He had no choice but to admit that he had been completely duped.
There was no way around it.
After all, there had been no witnesses when Na Hee-jung attempted suicide.
The only witness in existence was Shim Chi-young himself!
He alone had witnessed the moment Na Hee-jung jumped, yet someone claimed they had also seen it—his curiosity about their identity had driven him to come here despite the late hour.
But instead of a witness, there were only two men prying into his personal affairs, which made him realize something had gone terribly wrong.
Of course, the fact that Shim Chi-young had been present when Na Hee-jung committed suicide was something only he knew.
No—it was something only he and Na Hee-jung’s ghost knew.
“Is she in there?”
“Yes.”
In response to Ji-seok’s question, Tae-woo answered and slowly approached Room 302.
Shim Chi-young stood in the middle of the corridor, quietly observing the two of them without moving any closer.

Thud-thud, thud-thud thud-
Scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-

As they drew closer to Room 302, a strange sound emanated from within.
It was the sound of a pencil scratching against notebook paper.
The sound was loud enough to echo down the corridor, and it pierced the eardrums with sharp intensity.
Ji-seok and Tae-woo exchanged glances, their eyes communicating silently before they immediately opened the door to Room 302.
Creeeak-
What greeted them was an utterly grotesque sight.
The walls and ceiling were stained a vivid crimson as if blood had been splattered everywhere, and at the desk sat what appeared to be Na Hee-jung’s ghost, gripping a pencil and scratching it across the desktop.

Scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch-

Though the purpose was incomprehensible, the frenzied scratching resembled the behavior of someone who had lost their mind.
The “scritch” sounds they had heard until now appeared to be produced by the pencil in her grip grinding against the desktop.
Drip-
Soon, a dark crimson liquid began to seep from the scratched marks on the desktop surface.

Drip-drip-drip-

Even amid all this, tears of blood continued to stream from Na Hee-jung’s eyes.
Tae-woo grasped the sword again.
Ji-seok immediately stretched out his hand to stop him.
“Stop. Tears of blood mean there’s a deep resentment embedded within. But Na Hee-jung didn’t attack us even when she saw us. It seems like she has something she wants to tell us. Put the weapon away for now.”
At those words, Tae-woo lowered the sword while gauging Ji-seok’s reaction.
Simultaneously, Ji-seok slowly approached the desk.
He watched carefully with both eyes to see what she was carving with the pencil.

[Shim Chi-young]

All she was carving into the wooden desk with the pencil were just three letters.
The moment Ji-seok saw this, he turned his head toward the door that had just opened.
Tae-woo also spun around in shock toward that direction.
It was right then.
“Kyaaaaaaaaahhh?!”
A scream echoed from the corridor—Shim Chi-young’s voice.
When Tae-woo checked the radar, a blue dot was rapidly moving from the corridor toward the staircase.
The ghost was dragging Shim Chi-young away.
The two of them immediately burst out of Room 302 and looked down the corridor.

Flicker— flicker—

Fluorescent lights flickered chaotically overhead as Shim Chi-young was dragged across the floor toward the staircase.
“Stop!”
Ji-seok rushed forward, shouting.
The one dragging Shim Chi-young was none other than Na Hee-jung’s ghost.
She ascended the staircase while gripping his ankle.
Thud—thud—thud—crack—crack—
“Gack—ugh! Argh!”
As Shim Chi-young was dragged up the stairs by the ghost’s grip on his ankle, his entire body scraped and collided against the stair edges.
But the ghost paid no heed and continued dragging him upward.
Crash—
The ghost had dragged Shim Chi-young to the rooftop.
As the metal rooftop door burst open, the ghost pulled him toward the railing.
It appeared as though she intended to throw him over.
“Stop!”
At that moment, Ji-seok bounded onto the rooftop, shouting.
Tae-woo followed immediately behind him.
Halt—
The ghost moving toward the railing came to an abrupt stop.
“Uuuuugh—”
Shim Chi-young whimpered, his face covered in blood.
“I don’t know what your grievance is, but you cannot do this. You know that.”
Ji-seok extended his hand, shouting.
Yet Na Hee-jung’s ghost merely turned her mangled head and stared at Ji-seok without any response.
Drip—
She only wept tears of blood once more.
“I don’t know how to comprehend your suffering, but driving others to suicide because of it is wrong. Please stop and come with us. We will perform a proper rite for you.”
Ji-seok cried out.
Upon hearing those words, Na Hee-jung’s ghost glanced once at Shim Chi-young lying on the ground, then climbed onto the railing.
And then she simply dropped below.
“What on earth is happening now!”
Tae-woo rushed to the railing in shock and looked down.
In that instant, he was seized with terror.
The Na Hee-jung ghost who had just fallen was crawling back up the dormitory wall.
Whoosh—
Na Hee-jung’s ghost, now back at the rooftop railing, hurled herself downward again.
Then she crawled back up and threw herself down once more.
She continued this cycle of ascending and falling repeatedly!
“W-w-what exactly are you two?”
Shim Chi-young, his face covered in blood, looked between Ji-seok and Tae-woo alternately as he asked.
That was when it happened.
The ghost that had climbed up again began to tremble its lips.
Then a voice emerged—grotesquely blending masculine and feminine tones.

“Oppa. I’m too embarrassed to go to school. You just need to clear this up for me.”
“Hey. I have my pride too—how am I supposed to explain this? I’m supposed to become a full-time
lecturer
now!”
“You’re talking about pride at a time like this?”
“Then what do you want me to do? What should I do? Huh?”
“If Mom hears these rumors, I’ll really— ugh.”
“Don’t worry. Just take a semester off and come back. Everyone will forget about it.”
“That’s easier said than— wait, what?!”

In that moment, she glared down at Shim Chi-young from atop the railing.
Tae-woo watched the unfolding scene with a bewildered expression.
It was a sight I had never witnessed during all my time with Yerim.
‘Is this really Manager Bang’s style?’
As this conversation poured forth, Shim Chi-young was shedding tears.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
“Oppa!”
“I’ve got you. It’s okay. I’ll pull you up.”
“Okay, I— wait? Oppa? Kyaaaaaaah—!”

Amid the eerie sound, Na Hee-jung’s ghost fell below the railing once more.
Kuuuuung—
At that sound, Shim Chi-young scrambled to his feet, dropped to his knees, and begged desperately with both hands clasped.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Hee-jung! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I thought back then that was the only way everything would stay quiet and be buried! I’m sorry! I was wrong!”
As he pleaded, Na Hee-jung’s ghost crawled back up and stood motionless before him.
Then she lifted her head and looked down at him.
Drip—
Tears of blood streamed down once more.
And then she began to emanate a powerful killing intent.
Whooooosh—
Soon a biting cold wind gushed forth with tremendous force.
The dust that had been scattered across the floor was suddenly swept up into the air.
At the same moment, Na Hee-jung’s ghost lunged toward Shim Chi-young.
Watching this unfold, Ji-seok pulled a talisman card from his pocket.
And immediately hurled it toward Na Hee-jung’s ghost’s head.
Whoooosh—
Thunk—
As the talisman card embedded itself in her forehead, she transformed into black smoke and seemed to dissipate, but then suddenly spiraled as a violent gust of cold wind erupted once more.
Then the black smoke was sucked directly into the talisman card.
“That’s a sealing talisman. It seals the ghost and sends it to the incineration team.”
Ji-seok gave Tae-woo a final explanation.
Thud—
The talisman card fell right in front of Shim Chi-young’s face.
Ji-seok approached, picked up the talisman card, and placed it in his pocket.
“That witness… was you. The witness I asked to come at midnight today.”
He spoke those meaningful words and then moved toward the rooftop exit.
The moment Tae-woo heard Ji-seok’s final words, chills ran down his spine.
Ji-seok had already known about the ghost here and Shim Chi-young, and had requested him to come at midnight!
Indeed, rank and experience were not to be taken lightly.
In the meantime, Ji-seok made a call and summoned the Settlement Team.
“Sungmin University field cleanup complete. Settlement Team deployment authorized.”

Exorcism Specialist Company Guihon Trading Chapter 32

Author
Chou Lens
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yoon Tae-ri
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