Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

“Ah, you must be the one sent by Mugunghwa Fairy.”
At that moment, a gravelly voice belonging to an elderly man reached my ears.
I turned in surprise to see a man who appeared to be in his early sixties emerge from the Security Office, wearing a blue cap and blue shirt.
He appeared to be the school janitor.
“Ah, yes, hello.”
“My, our fairy certainly knows some fine young men. What’s your name, boy?”
“My name? Ah, well, something like that.”
As I gave a vague response, he gestured for me to enter the Security Office.
The moment I followed his gesture and stepped inside, I sensed something peculiar about the old man’s face.
He was certainly not a spirit, yet the area beneath his eyes was remarkably clouded, his pupils lacked vitality, and the creases of every wrinkle seemed extraordinarily deep.
At first glance, one might have dismissed it as the face of someone who had endured great hardship, but I instinctively sensed something fundamentally different about it.
Ssssssss—
The moment the janitor laughed and entered the Security Office, I felt a chill run down my spine.
An unidentifiable spirit was clinging to the janitor’s back.
It wore what might have been a school uniform—a two-piece outfit—with skin pale as death, its nose and mouth completely absent, only its eyes wide open. It was a grotesque spirit.
The spirit seemed to recognize me, staring directly at me.
Instinctively, I tried to manipulate my smart glasses, but I wasn’t wearing them since I hadn’t begun work yet.
“Please, come in.”
The janitor spoke to me again.
“Ah, yes.”
I pretended not to notice the spirit and entered the Security Office.
A musty smell wafted heavily from inside.
Though no visible mold was apparent, the interior decor seemed ancient, and dust had accumulated thickly on a cabinet, television, and monitors placed along one wall.
“I’ll call Teacher Yoon for you.”
He immediately picked up the phone and dialed somewhere.
“Hello? Ah, this is the Security Office. Is Teacher Yoon there? We have a visitor. Yes, yes. Once I relay the message, you’ll understand. Yes, understood.”
The janitor hung up immediately.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?”
He then asked me.
“Yes, thank you.”
I answered briefly and stared directly at the spirit.
The spirit, still clinging to the janitor’s back, twisted its head ninety degrees with a sudden jerk.
The sight was extraordinarily grotesque.
“Doesn’t your lower back hurt quite a bit?”
I asked.
At that, the janitor, who had been heating water in the coffee pot, nodded his head.
“Oh dear. Yes, yes. It hurts. Ugh. Lately it seems to be getting worse.”
“I see.”
“You must be quite skilled to tell where the pain is just by looking. Are you a disciple of the Mugunghwa Fairy? That’s impressive.”
“No, that’s not quite it.”
I shook my head.
As I did, I examined the spirit’s clothing clinging to the janitor’s back more carefully.
At first glance it looked like a simple two-piece outfit, but the stitching marks that resembled a name tag on the front suggested it was a school uniform.
The black skirt and black collar composition gave off the typical feel of school uniforms commonly seen in the 1960s and 70s.
“Have there been many accidents at this school?”
“Accidents? What kind of accidents?”
“Suicides or assaults—the kind of things that happen at schools.”
“Oh, there have been quite a few. You know, Andong has always been a city of scholars. Even though it’s a provincial area, the emphasis on education is strong, so we’ve had students who became despondent about their grades from time to time.”
The janitor prepared a mix coffee and handed it to me as he answered.
I accepted the coffee and nodded quietly.
“It seems like whenever you think it’s been forgotten, something like that happens again. Really, what’s the point of studying?”
The janitor made his own coffee and took a sip.
“What about incidents involving school bullies—assaults or ostracism?”
“Those happened too. It seems less frequent these days with fewer students and smartphones becoming popular, but it used to happen often. You know how it is.”
The janitor spoke as he sat down in a chair.
I nodded.
Images of the bullies who had dominated the school when I was young flashed through my mind.
Knock, knock—
Just then, there was a knock at the Security Office door.
“Ah, looks like they’ve arrived.”
When the janitor opened the door, a man with neatly groomed white hair wearing a dark gray cardigan entered.
“Is this the person you mentioned?”
“Yes, sir.”
The janitor smiled and gestured toward me.
I stood and bowed, and the man approached to shake my hand.
“I’m Yoon Taek-jong. The Mugunghwa Fairy sent me, I understand.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Haha. Our janitor here recommended you, and that’s how we ended up making this request. I’d appreciate your help.”
From what I gathered, while they were trying to find a solution to the spirit problem, the janitor had connected them with that shaman.
“Yes. But first, I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“Of course, what would you like to know?”
“You mentioned a student died last year. Did the spirit start appearing after that student’s death?”
“Well, like any school, there have always been rumors of ghosts. Especially since the school is quite old, there are even more such rumors. But distinctly—after that student died, there seem to be more sightings.”
“From what I hear, male teachers have been spotting it more frequently.”
“Yes, that’s right. That’s what they say.”
“Could you tell me something about the student who died?”
“Ah. That student. Well. She was a third-year student… Her name was Go Yu-rim, I believe.”
“Was she a good student?”
“Very good. She was consistently ranked in the top five of the entire school.”
“Did she take her own life due to despair over her grades?”
“No. I’m not sure. She was always such a bright student. She didn’t seem to have any obsession with her grades.”
“There was no suicide note or anything like that?”
“No. There was no note.”
“Where did she die?”
“She jumped from the rooftop of the Annex Building.”
“Jumped.”
Kim Tae-woo jotted down a note in his notebook and nodded.
“But do you really need to know all those details?”
Yoon Taek-jong asked with a slight frown.
From his tone, Kim Tae-woo could sense that he preferred not to discuss Go Yu-rim’s death any further.
“Yes. Depending on the circumstances. The spirit might have something to say.”
Kim Tae-woo replied.
“Even if it has something to say, once you’re dead, you should leave quietly for the afterlife. What lingering attachments could there be? Really.”
Yoon Taek-jong said quietly.
“It seems you’d prefer the spirit simply be ‘eliminated’ regardless of the reason.”
Kim Tae-woo asked, his words carrying an edge.
The School Janitor glanced nervously at Yoon Taek-jong.
“Well. The reason does matter, of course. But after Go Yu-rim’s death, the police investigation was completed. What more could there be to uncover?”
“I see.”
Kim Tae-woo nodded at Yoon Taek-jong’s words and put on his smart glasses.
“The students’ evening study sessions end at 8:50. By 9 o’clock, all the students will have left, so I think it would be best to start after that.”
Yoon Taek-jong added.
“Understood. Then, could I take a brief look around the school until then?”
“Of course.”
Yoon Taek-jong answered and gestured to the School Janitor.
“Follow me. I’ll show you around the school.”
The School Janitor led the way out, speaking.
“I’ll leave my luggage here for now.”
“Yes, yes. Go ahead.”
Kim Tae-woo left his LP bag and the box of ghost-hunting tools in the Security Office, then walked down the corridor with the School Janitor.
As he walked, he frequently checked the radar on his smart glasses.
Meanwhile, Yoon Taek-jong went back up to the Teacher’s Office.
Kim Tae-woo glanced back at Yoon Taek-jong climbing the stairs.
That was the moment.
A female student spirit, her waist and neck bent as if broken, leaning sideways, staggered after Yoon Taek-jong as he climbed the stairs.
The instant Kim Tae-woo saw that spirit, he knew it was the one the Client had mentioned.
“Since the school opened, the Main Building has been used as-is without any major renovations. As you can see, we’ve only done some repainting.”
The School Janitor gestured at the walls and floor as he walked down the corridor.
Kim Tae-woo nodded and continued walking in silence.
My mind was consumed entirely by the spirit I had just witnessed.
“The Annex Building is about ten years old. The third-year classrooms, reading room, and such are all in the Annex. The Main Building has the science lab, Music Room, and classrooms for first and second-year students.”
“What subject does Yoon Taek-jong teach?”
The School Janitor continued his explanation, but I was far more interested in Yoon Taek-jong than the school’s facilities.
From the moment the spirit appeared—something about his attitude when discussing the deceased student Go Yu-rim felt off.
“Oh, Yoon? He teaches mathematics. He’s quite famous for teaching well. The students like him a lot too.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. After thirty years of working at this school, he’s probably one of the teachers who receives the most gifts on Teacher’s Day.”
“I see.”
“He’s probably received quite a few model teacher awards as well.”
“Ah. I see.”
Kim Tae-woo nodded.
Yet his attitude toward the student who had committed suicide seemed far too strange for that to be the whole story.
The way he suggested it would be better to simply eliminate the spirit despite hearing it might harbor resentment—it felt like he wanted to pretend he had no idea why that student had taken her own life.
“Do you know much about the deceased student Go Yu-rim?”
“Not much. But she was a very warm-hearted student. Even though I wasn’t her teacher, she gave me a cookie on Teacher’s Day. She had a truly kind heart.”
“She sounds like a good student.”
“She was.”
“Who discovered her body on the day she died?”
“I did.”
“Could you tell me the details of what happened that day?”
Kim Tae-woo asked.
The School Janitor’s lips twitched as if he disapproved.
“Look, if you came here just to get rid of the spirit, wouldn’t it be enough to just eliminate it? Why are you asking about all these trivial details?”
The School Janitor’s expression also seemed guarded.
“Trivial details?”
Kim Tae-woo furrowed his brow and asked back.
Hearing him describe questions about a student’s suicide at the school as “trivial details” sent another wave of unease through me.
“Ah. Well, it’s not exactly that, but still, you just need to do your job. Why do you keep asking questions like some police officer? It’s not a pleasant memory.”
The School Janitor added, waving his hand as if trying to smooth things over.
I realized it would be impossible to get any more information from these people.
In the end, I had no choice but to tour the school with the School Janitor without learning anything else of significance.
During that time, I received a general explanation of the facilities, but there was nothing that would help with the task at hand.
However, there was one interesting fact.
This school had an enormous number of spirits attached to it.
As I moved through the corridors, I observed the blue dots appearing on my Ghost Radar and noted their locations.
Since I didn’t feel any chill, they didn’t seem to be hostile yet, but they clearly seemed aware of my existence as Kim Tae-woo.
Every step Kim Tae-woo took caused the blue dots to shift slightly across my vision.
‘Schools naturally attract spirits, but this concentration is unusually dense.’
I completed a circuit around the school and returned to the Security Office with the School Janitor, my thoughts churning.

Ding-dong-ding-dong—

The bell chimed.
Immediately after, the scraping of desks and the murmur of students filled the air.
Evening self-study had ended.
Now—it was time to begin the work.

Guihon Trading Company: Exorcism Specialists Chapter 60

Author
Cha Woo-Renz
Publisher
Daon Creative
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Yoon Tae-ri
Cover Art
Lee Chi

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