Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work - Chapter 78

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Even If I Fall Into a Ghost Story, I Still Have to Go to Work Episode 078

The dark 4th floor corridor.

Students standing in rows like mannequins.

And me, moving my feet after calculating in advance the standard range where the students’ hands could reach.

‘Phew.’

First, I unfolded the item I had carefully folded in my pocket and wrapped it around my vital areas.

The ‘defensive equipment’ I purchased from the alien shop.

Wrapping Paper 12B357

The loose wrapping paper settled inside my high school uniform.

‘The Nostalgia Series doesn’t heal wounds or contamination received while it’s being applied.’

I need to be more careful from now on.

I moved my steps carefully, making sure not to overlap with the dolls’ territories.

Since I take up less space, it’s actually somewhat easier. Moving alone like this might have a higher survival rate on the 4th floor.

“….”

I wonder if the Bronze Agent and Jang Heo-un made it safely.

‘They’ll probably prioritize joining up with other people.’

The agent wasn’t foolish enough to go to the 5th floor with just two people, so they’ll probably look for people on the 4th floor.

From the atmosphere, it didn’t seem like they would take Jang Heo-un prisoner.

‘Even if they do capture him, I really did everything I could, colleague….’

Walking like that to the end of the corridor.

“Phew.”

I reached the stairs where I had come up earlier with my colleague and the agent.

And….

I started going back down the stairs.

[3F]

I was retracing my steps and going back.

Why am I doing this?

To be completely honest, I don’t really need the information items scattered throughout this school.

‘Because I already have it all in my head.’

It’s no different from having already obtained and seen everything.

I know everything until the moment this ghost story ends.

Why the school became like this, what the theme of this ghost story is, what exactly these students are.

So there was only one thing I actually needed.

‘The key item that will be the key to the highest grade clear.’

And now I’m going to get it.

‘Probably… by now, what I need should have been ‘created’.’

I stopped on the stair landing.

The 3rd floor below was very quiet.

“….”

Because they’re all corpses now.

Under the bright lights, blood-soaked bodies were gruesomely scattered in a horrific state.

It seemed most of the uniformed people on this floor had died.

‘Even if there are surviving agents, they would have gone elsewhere.’

And at least most of the students who had swarmed to the faculty office seemed to have received an immobility judgment and appeared in the death accident broadcast.

“Phew.”

Beyond disgusting, I felt a terrible sensation as if I were in the middle of a disaster site where dozens of people had died.

‘Calm down.’

This is a dream…. It’s all a dream….

I repeated to myself as I continued down the stairs, quickly alternating between checking both ends of the corridor and the faculty office across from me.

And I found my target.

Flicker.

In that brief moment when I turned my gaze.

There was a student inside the faculty office who had changed position.

“…!”

Of course, it hadn’t chased after me.

That student entity was already in too wretched a state for that.

Both arms were broken, one leg was in an open fracture state, and its stomach was covered in blood.

However, it seemed to have enough ‘consciousness’ to turn its head slightly toward me….

“….”

I looked around.

‘No sign of other students appearing… Good.’

Alright.

I headed toward the faculty office.

And I went right up to that student collapsed near the front door.

With bleached hair and piercings, it had the typical appearance of a delinquent student, but that feeling from its appearance was already gone due to its injured state.

“….”

Wow, this really seems like crazy behavior.

I grabbed that ‘student’ with both hands and lifted it up.

“Whew.”

If I carry it on my back, it’ll be out of my sight, so I carry it on my shoulder like luggage.

‘This is insane.’

Carrying a several-dozen-kilogram killing machine like this was mentally no ordinary task.

Still, my physical condition was quite manageable. The Nostalgia Candy was rolling around in my mouth.

‘And… the destination is here.’

I had a route mapped out in my head.

There probably aren’t many students on the 3rd floor after this chaos, but just in case, let’s go quickly.

I held the flashlight in my mouth and moved forward, feeling along the wall.

The powerful flashlight brightly illuminated the entire corridor despite the blackout.

Though it was suffocating because of all the blood.

Still.

[Infirmary]

I could see my destination.

Creak.

I silently dropped the name tag my colleague had given me on the floor, then quietly opened the door and entered the infirmary.

I could see three beds lined up near the window, covered by curtains.

Two of them already showed human shadows inside the curtains.

“….”

I slowly moved my steps.

As I passed by, I caught sight of the notice on the whiteboard attached to the infirmary door.

Students injured during exercise lie in bed and wait until the School Nurse arrives!

“….”

I felt strange.

‘That’s it.’

That was exactly what had made me continue writing the investigation records for this ghost story… the clue.

The 12th investigation record left by the previous person.

Investigation Record #12

From the moment I read this, I could see gaps somewhere.

‘It seemed like the previous writer intentionally left it.’

Explorers are ‘students from other schools’ according to the setting in this ghost story.

Meaning they’re outsiders.

So then…

-What would happen if we actually laid down a real Segwang Technical High School Student?

The imagination that branched out from that question created the impulse in me to write the 13th investigation record…

‘My heart was racing then.’

And my heart was beating now too.

With something that could be nervousness, fear, or anticipation.

After taking a deep breath, I opened the curtain of the remaining bed that had no shadow.

And I laid the Student on the clean cot that was revealed.

It overlapped in my mind.

The phrases from the investigation record I had written.

Investigation Record #13

The Student might be able to move its joints if I forcibly applied strength, but it was still in an awkward position.

I covered it with a blanket and briefly left the infirmary. Then I waited for several tens of seconds in the bloody corridor, pressing down on my pounding heart.

‘After doing this.’

After finishing the wait, when I lightly knocked on the infirmary and entered…

Witnessed the injured Student entity lying in bed wearing PE uniform, having received appropriate first aid treatment.

It was exactly as written.

“….”

Feeling something that could be wonder or fear, I approached the only bed without curtains drawn.

The bleached-hair Student I had brought was lying on the bed in a relaxed posture, wearing PE uniform.

Bandages and splints were applied.

And it wasn’t particularly looking at me.

‘Here…’

While thoroughly searching the surroundings

Creak.

I immediately opened the drawer next to the bed.

Inside was a neatly folded school uniform.

[Segwang Technical High School]

It was exactly the school uniform of the Student lying in the bed.

Missing buttons or frayed parts couldn’t be helped, but strangely the blood and filth appeared to be cleanly washed…

‘Ha.’

My heart beat violently.

Without looking back at the Student lying in bed, I hurriedly brought A4 paper from the infirmary and wrote.

I’ll borrow your school uniform for a bit

-The Transfer Student who brought you to the infirmary

Then I folded the paper neatly and put it in the drawer where the uniform had been, taking out the uniform instead.

“….”

When I turned my head, I could see the Student still lying there with eyes closed, wearing PE uniform.

Looking like it was sleeping soundly.

‘Good.’

I quickly undressed.

Then after throwing my original high school uniform out the infirmary window, I began putting on the ‘borrowed’ Segwang Technical High School uniform.

Thanks to our similar builds, it fit reasonably well.

After putting on all the old-style uniform clothes.

Creak.

“….”

I heard the sound of a drawer opening behind me.

When I turned my head, there was a reply to the note I had left in the drawer.

What grade and class are you in?

“….”

I swallowed and wrote with trembling hands.

The same profile I had written on the back of my high school photo to enter here.

And the name of the class where I had opened my eyes.

Class 1-5.

At that moment.

The entire world went dark.

“…!”

Darkness as if there wasn’t a single point of light briefly covered my eyes, then my gradually adapting eyes faintly showed me the outline of the world.

The school infirmary where emergency lights and dim lights like LED clocks barely allowed me to distinguish the space.

And.

Tap tap.

“…!”

Someone tapped my shoulder.

I turned my head.

The Student who had been sitting on the bed with a bored expression was tapping my shoulder.

That bleached-hair Student naturally withdrew its hand from my shoulder and moved.

Yes.

Naturally.

With such human-like movements, it took the A4 paper and pen I was holding, moved its bandaged arm to scribble something, and held it out to me.

Transfer Student?

Unlucky bastard.

And then it lay back down on the bed.

As naturally as a person going to sleep.

“….”

I stood up from my spot with a hardened expression.

Creak.

I stepped outside the infirmary door.

The world was still dark.

But strangely, everything seemed to be visible with unusual clarity….

A state of awakening where I could even see the dust floating in the air.

A strange conviction seemed to emerge from the school uniform and settle in my heart.

“….”

As I walked out into the corridor, I picked up the name tag I had dropped when entering the infirmary and put it in my pocket.

[■■■]

The name tag seemed to glow strangely, unlike before. Moreover, even in this dark situation filled with blood and filth, I felt strangely unafraid.

But….

I can see something at the far end.

“…!”

Something was peeking out from the Class 2-7 classroom.

The silhouettes were definitely human.

But their entire bodies were writhing disgustingly.

Horrible like ghouls from horror movies, as if broken pixels had been implemented in reality.

The things wearing various rotting school uniform-like garments looked like errors wrongly implemented in the world….

And the moment they looked at me.

“…!”

I stopped.

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