Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 363

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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 363

“Agent Choi! Agent Choi!”

Agent Choi didn’t turn his head.

He was watching the mascots create a gate on the walkway that was once subway maintenance tracks.

And he saw the mascots installing a banner in front of the finally opened gate.

Congratulations

Gate Opening

As soon as the lights came on, they gave Go Young-eun, who immediately rushed out, a map sold at the souvenir shop as an ‘early access commemorative gift’.

Golden Map Sketchbook

A map item obtainable from the souvenir shop of Flower Golden Resort Branch 2.

In the form of a sketchbook, when you unfold blank paper and walk, a rough map from the holder’s location to the destination appears like doodles.

There are testimonies that these doodles resemble a mascot’s handwriting.

It was an item that would have such a description if it were on some wiki that the mascot’s main body reads.

“…! Th, thank you.”

Go Young-eun left a brief but heartfelt thanks and rushed through the gate to Segwang Special City.

To find her family.

The most surprising thing was…

“Why aren’t they stopping her?”

…The mascots didn’t stop her.

While watching her retreating figure intently with somewhat worried expressions, they waved their hands or bowed at the waist according to their positions.

They don’t stop her from heading to Segwang Special City.

That means…

“…Is it over?”

…

“What you were trying to do is finished. …I see.”

The mascots stand still and listen to Agent Choi’s words.

Without being dejected or confused.

So they’re certain.

The supernatural disaster outside has stopped.

Whether it’s terminated or temporarily sealed, they don’t know.

But at this moment, Segwang Special City was clearly not a product of an extinction-level disaster that would drive humans mad or kill them just by going outside, but rather in a relatively safe, inactive state.

However.

‘Will the one who accomplished that feat be safe?’

No speculation or prediction can be made.

Because they can’t know what method worked and how.

Hae-geum Agent thinks of the Daydream Company director who has disappeared.

What on earth happened up there.

It was a sentence that arose as a rather ominous premonition in this agent’s mind, and probably in Agent Choi’s mind as well.

And Hae-geum isn’t certain.

Whether Agent Choi will immediately chase after her to Segwang Special City.

Or go outside to determine whether the sealing ritual is proceeding.

And either way, it was obvious that Hae-geum herself had to make a choice too.

“Aren’t you going to stop him?”

When she asked the mascot politely out of courtesy to her former employer, the standard mascots nodded.

Right.

Hae-geum Agent got up from her seat.

“Sister?”

“Let’s go out to Segwang Special City together.”

“…”

“Since the situation seems serious, we should immediately check the source of the situation…”

“Sister.”

Agent Choi chuckles.

“You’re worried I’ll interfere with the re-sealing ritual and move according to the original plan, right?”

“…”

“Hey, you shouldn’t think like that. We’re agents. We should think of the citizens’ lives first…”

But even while saying that, Hae-geum Agent knows the look in Agent Choi’s eyes as he glances at the gate leading near Segwang Station.

“Agent Choi.”

Lee Team Leader, who had been silently watching, says this.

“Are several human lives more precious than one?”

“Excuse me?”

“All human lives are equally precious.”

“…!”

“I know it’s rational to look at whether the numbers are many or few. But don’t get too buried in that.”

About you too. About Grape Agent too.

“…”

Agent Choi’s eyes momentarily blur then become clear again.

“That’s…”

That was the moment.

♩♪♬♬~♩♬♬~♩♪♪

The sound of a train approaching from far away can be heard.

More precisely, it’s Flower Golden Resort’s cute monorail.

It was a sound they’d heard many times. While sitting here, the test-running monorail had passed by several times.

This time too, it would have been something they’d casually acknowledge and move on from.

But…

Both agents froze for a moment.

“…”

“Something proper seems to be coming, sister.”

That’s right.

A feeling as if the skin’s sweat glands were contracting.

The sensation you’d feel when encountering a wooden totem pole tied with red cloth, standing alone in abandoned mountains.

Eerie crisis awareness, an intuition about supernatural disasters pierces both agents’ brains.

And…

♩♪♬♬~♩♬♬~♩♪♪

The train stops here.

Without even speaking to each other, both agents immediately moved their steps downward.

Very carefully and quickly.

As they went down along the walkway… voices could be heard.

[Oh my, thank you!]

It was the charming voice of a male with a witty accent that stood out distinctly.

A clarity that seemed to pierce the ears.

A rhythm that lifted one’s mood.

And…

[Haha, I thought it wouldn’t be bad to enjoy a little stroll before arriving at Monorail City Station.]

[Oh, isn’t this brief respite like cinnamon powder on hot chocolate? A kind of appetizer that stimulates the nose first before the chocolate touches the tongue and throat, building anticipation.]

Eloquent speech.

“….”

The two agents who had stopped in their tracks look at the stationary monorail train.

It had a round and elaborate form similar to the ones they were used to, but the decorations were strangely different.

For instance, the Golden Mascot decoration near the front wore a red bow tie, and neon sign-like boards sparkled.

And the train door opens.

The overall slightly more classical and formal wooden interior is revealed by the light pouring from the garden…

Deep shadows are cast at the train entrance.

And.

[Hmm, there are passengers already.]

Someone steps down from within the shadows.

Glossy jet-black men’s dress shoes.

Above that classic style, legs clad in high-quality suit pants without a speck of dust slip out.

Light travels up along them, revealing the full figure…

That body is wires and light and darkness and vacuum tube electron flow light and shadow cackling laughter applause cheers tears sparkling pollen band sound classic signboards audience cheers

A CRT TV head looks at them.

“…!”

[Oh my, was this a situation requiring a warning for viewers with photosensitivity? Hahaha, pleased to meet you…]

The massive figure that stepped off the train.

At the end of the stylish suit, a firm gloved hand extends forward.

[You seem to have frozen from excessive excitement. That’s fine! But wouldn’t it be too regrettable to miss this opportunity?]

“….”

It was an ominous statement.

Agent Choi took its gloved hand.

[Oh, you showed courage. Very good!]

Body heat is transmitted even through the leather.

Agent Choi had no idea he was experiencing the exact same chills his youngest team member had felt that day…

Not even at the next words.

[I should introduce myself. That would be proper etiquette! I’m Brown, the host of the late night talk show.]

Brown.

Talk show host.

A title he’d heard before.

That was…

“…By any chance,”

Agent Choi’s lips twitch.

“…do you have any connection to a rabbit doll?”

….

….

[You noticed.]

The old-style TV head looks down from above.

[Haha, oh, we’re acquainted, aren’t we? We met when I was in the form of a small stuffed doll.]

…!!

[Hmm, don’t worry too much about the shabby treatment. Not all viewers can be wealthy.]

[Since you sincerely prepared a place for the small stuffed doll, I too sincerely enjoyed that place. However…]

The host’s eloquent voice cuts off.

[Pinky.]

Agent Choi broke out in cold sweat as he thought.

[I didn’t quite like that mischievous nickname.]

Are we screwed?

[But originally, entertainers must set aside a certain part of themselves and endure shame for the audience’s enjoyment. That too was for the audience’s pleasure.]

Phew.

“…Wow, you’re quite the professional, aren’t you, Host?”

What the hell did that crazy bastard Grape pin to his chest?

Agent Choi releases the handshake with a friendly smile, contrary to his inner state armed with chilling tension.

[Oh, are you interested in show business?]

“…Pardon?”

[Unfortunately, that would be difficult. Sadly, my talk show isn’t currently in a crew recruitment period, and it requires extremely strict selection criteria.]

Both agents felt momentary relief.

[But your eloquence and wit, along with your unique situational conditions, aren’t bad… Hmm, I’ll invite you as a one-time guest.]

Shit.

“…Wow. I appreciate the invitation, but I’m quite busy these days, so it would be difficult recently.”

Conversing with a powerful and unidentifiable ghost story was exactly like walking on thin ice or a knife’s edge.

However, Agent Choi, who had experienced this kind of thing more than once or twice, wiped away cold sweat while grinning and skillfully steered the conversation.

“…I’m looking for an agent who used to work with you.”

[Oh, you mean Kim Sol-eum.]

‘…!!’

Agent Choi lifts his head.

A black and white emoticon with smiling eyes appears on the old TV screen.

“…You seem to have good feelings about her?”

[Oh, everyone has that one closest friend they’re most attached to.]

And the Host makes an exaggerated whispering hand gesture in a voice everyone can hear.

[Actually, that’s also the reason I visited this small, unverified resort. While it does possess considerable artistic sensibilities, if it’s a place newly operated by my dear friend, then it deserves a visit from this Brown!]

Just then, mascots approach and look at these visitors as if observing them carefully.

“….”

Hae-geum Agent, a former employee, reads a strange nuance from there – as if wondering whether these visitors were fighting, or monitoring them.

The ‘Host’ jokes around with the mascots.

[Haha, don’t worry, it’s fine! This Brown has visited this resort with the dignity and refinement that observes broadcasting standards worthy of TV at any time.]

On the old TV attached instead of a head, another whispering-like emoticon appears.

[The owner of this resort greatly values courtesy. If you’re not careful, you might easily be buried under astronomical debt that would be difficult for a poor government official to handle, so it would be wise to be cautious.]

Agent Choi’s mouth opens.

“That’s quite… a useful tip. Thank you.”

[Knowing gratitude is a good attitude. Then…]

“But by any chance,”

Agent Choi’s voice rings out.

“Do you know the whereabouts of that dear friend?”

The Host’s feet stop.

“…If they’re really friends who always travel together, you should know.”

….

….

[Of course I know.]

Agent Choi knew that Hae-geum Agent was glaring at him with terrifying eyes.

But he couldn’t bring himself to turn his head and kept staring at the Host.

At the old TV monitor staring back at him.

[That last remark was an indirect provocation! A method you use often? Of course the viewers would like it. However.]

The voice becomes gentle.

[If you do it habitually, you’ll also hear voices demanding other pleasures…]

“….”

[The voice of the public demanding retribution from you.]

Agent Choi stiffened, then broke out in cold sweat and grinned.

“Anyway, it’s fortunate that they like it today, isn’t it?”

….

[Ho, that was quite witty just now!]

“Thank you. So, do you definitely know where the Host’s friend is?”

Hae-geum Agent almost grabbed this damn rookie’s head and yanked it.

However, the Host’s smooth answer came first.

[I know for certain. Oh, and… that location is changing right now.]

“…Excuse me?”

Agent Choi realized as he spoke.

Hae-geum Agent was tapping him.

‘Why?’

To make him look around.

The Flower Golden Mascots suddenly began showing strange phenomena.

“…!”

Everyone was suddenly trembling violently.

And various bizarre symptoms manifested. Some raised both arms and froze, something writhing inside mascot heads, mascot suits collapsing weakly as if melting inside then recovering, clutching heads and sticking to walls as if being absorbed.

If the mascots could have screamed, it would have been filled with desperate screams as if their lives were ending.

Chilling silence.

[Oh… I see.]

….

[My dear friend, he is now in a burning drought.]

I gasp on the rooftop.

The giant eye that appeared in the sky.

The burning drought.

Director Cheong.

Kwang-cheol.

Countlesspupilsrollingintheeyestaringspinningaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaroundaround

“Noru.”

A reptile calls me? Is it the same thing? Is it the same thing no no this is different from what appeared in the sky. The Manager carries me toward the rooftop door

Damn

A massive voice is heard from behind.

It grows distant.

You outsiders really don’t know your place

Not only do you put shop advertisements on the internal network, but you also find loopholes in employment contracts and try to steal away my employees through underhanded methods like this

Thud.

The sound of the rooftop door closing behind us can be heard…

Well, it doesn’t matter

…

…

I didn’t look back, but I knew.

The eyes in the sky had disappeared.

“Huff.”

I start going down the stairs while being carried by Lee Ja-heon. No, now I should get down and run myself, but does this even have any meaning…

But it’s bothersome, you see

The rooftop door opens wide again.

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