The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 165

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“What do you have to say?”

 

Han Da-min, who had come out of the music room, asked with a face that looked more comfortable despite being separated from her team.

 

I brought my head closer to Han Da-min as if I had been waiting for this and whispered quietly.

 

“Unnie, unnie. I think I found something in my wallet.”

 

“…Huh?”

 

I obediently opened my wallet and showed her the contents.

 

At first glance it looked like bills, but upon closer inspection it was a paper note made with the texture of bills.

 

With a new hint written on it.

 

Seeing this, Han Da-min glanced up to check inside the music room and then came closer.

 

“What does it say? But is it okay for you to tell me this? You and I are on different teams.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Won’t Gwang-cheon sunbae scold you?”

 

“Oh please.”

 

Why are you worrying about that? I’m the one betraying. You’re getting a great opportunity to learn what hints the enemy has.

 

And I don’t think I’ll get scolded anyway. Because.

 

“I think Gwang-cheon sunbae disappeared somewhere.”

 

“Huh? What do you mean….”

 

“He said he was going to get wet tissues earlier and still hasn’t come back. I think he’s either a spy or ran away or something.”

 

I said that while snapping my wallet shut.

 

“If I show you this, will you just team up with me?”

 

“Huh? Is that allowed?”

 

“Shouldn’t it be fine? It’ll change to individual competition later anyway. As long as one of us wins, the reward goes to Flora, so it’s good if we work together.”

 

If nothing else, the reward doesn’t seem to be cash.

 

If it were cash, I could have made recruitment easier by offering to give all the prize money to Da-min, but that’s a bit disappointing….

 

But I can’t just say this outright during filming….

I spoke with my eyes.

He spoke with his eyes.

‘If they wanted it to flow in the desired direction, there would have been a script.’

‘If I had wanted things to go in the direction I wanted, there would have been a script.’

We’re kindred spirits who have overcome countless hardships together, so I trust that telepathy will work.

We’ve overcome countless hardships together as one, so I believe we can communicate through telepathy at least.

And after a moment.

And a moment later.

Han Da-min, who had been looking straight into my eyes, glanced anxiously into the music room once, then took my hand and headed toward the stairs away from this place.

Han Damin, who had been looking straight into my eyes, glanced around the music room with an anxious expression, then grabbed my hand and headed toward the stairs away from this place.

“Come to think of it, I think I’ve seen similar scenes quite often on other shows. Since there’s no script, things like this happen sometimes.”

“Come to think of it, I think I’ve seen similar scenes quite a bit on other shows too. Since there’s no script, things like this happen from time to time.”

Wow. This actually worked. How amazing.

Wow. This actually works. How amazing.

I looked at her with fresh eyes and opened the wallet I was holding again.

 

“Then you’re on my side now, unnie. I’ll help you win, so you have to do the same for me.”

 

“Okay.”

 

The deal was cool. I readily pulled out the paper and handed it to Han Da-min.

 

Among the four of you, there is

 

a serial killer who murdered Reporter Kang Hyeok.

 

Find the main NPC and ask for help.

 

The text, stained with blood, looked even more eerie.

 

There’s a serial killer among the four of us.

 

This was the biggest excuse I could use to pull Han Da-min away from Park Nam-seok.

 

“It can’t be you, unnie. You’ve been with me the whole time.”

 

Of course, I wasn’t completely free of suspicion about Han Da-min either. But since we were in the same group, I could create a plausible reason for secretly forming a team by trusting each other.

 

“Of course. Hey, but… this is kind of scary. I guess this really is a horror special or something…”

 

Han Da-min shuddered with disgust as if she really hated it, and I took the paper back from her hands and put it in my wallet.

 

“Anyway, unnie, from now on we shouldn’t trust anyone else, just the two of us. Got it?”

 

“Got it. So what should we do now? Should we go look for the other performers together?”

 

I nodded and pointed toward the auditorium.

 

“Let’s get out of this building first. I’m really suspicious of Gwang-cheon sunbae for some reason. I feel like we’ll get ambushed if we stay in this building.”

 

Han Da-min obediently nodded and grabbed my wrist to lead me.

 

The biggest suspect for now was Kim Gwang-cheon, who had suddenly disappeared.

 

Since he had completely vanished without a trace, there would be no answer if he was hiding somewhere and suddenly appeared to put us in trouble.

 

Park Nam-seok had such an unreadable smiling face that I’d need to observe him more to figure him out.

 

So for now, I had to get away from the school building where there was definitely a serial killer and find an NPC as quickly as possible.

 

And the place most likely to have an NPC was definitely the auditorium where the PE Teacher would be.

 

The entire way to the auditorium, Han Da-min walked clinging tightly to my arm as if she would never let go.

 

***

 

Inside the auditorium, as expected, a cast member in sports uniform was standing confidently, receiving all the camera attention.

 

Joo Na-hyeon, a regular cast member of the show.

 

She was standing there tapping her shoulder with a long pointer stick when she spotted us and shouted.

 

“Hey students! Your teacher is waiting, so you need to hurry up and run over here!”

 

We exchanged glances and ran toward Joo Na-hyeon in bewilderment.

 

“Huh? Wait, looking closer, one of you isn’t a student?”

 

“Ah, yes!”

 

Han Da-min hurriedly searched her clothes and pulled out her police ID.

 

“I’m Detective Han Da-min.”

 

“Eh? What brings a detective to school? And you, you’re Class 2’s Class President. Class President, did you do something wrong by any chance?”

 

Joo Na-hyeon pointed at me with her pointer stick as she spoke.

 

I shook my head with wide eyes.

 

“No. I lost my wallet so I think you probably came because of that, but an incident happened.”

 

“…An incident?”

 

What’s with this reaction? She looks like she just found out. Didn’t all the NPCs know about it?

 

“What kind of incident?”

 

Then Han Da-min spoke in a dignified voice.

 

“A murder case.”

 

“…A murder case? What do you mean? Huh? There was a murder case? At school?”

 

My goodness, she really didn’t know.

 

She’s supposed to be an NPC, but could it be that she was only given a simple role here too?

 

“Yes, Reporter Kang Hyeok was found murdered in the music room. Do you know anything about it?”

 

As expected. Han Da-min has nothing to fear, so she was quite straightforward.

 

“A murder case, you say…”

 

Joo Na-hyeon seemed confused for a while, then appeared to think for a moment before shaking her head, saying she didn’t really know.

 

“I didn’t really know the reporter named Kang Hyeok in the first place. Oh my, to think he was murdered!”

 

She sighed as she said this, but somehow a giggling smile appeared on Joo Na-hyeon’s lips.

 

Joo Na-hyeon and Kang Hyeok were known as close friends in the entertainment industry. They were quite famous for their sibling chemistry on this show.

 

Seeing her quite pleased reaction, it seems Kang Hyeok wasn’t an NPC destined to be murdered from the start either.

 

‘He must be a performer who was unluckily murdered first.’

 

“Oh my, what should we do~ This is so unfortunate.”

 

Whether she hasn’t fully grasped the situation yet, or she’s too excited about Kang Hyeok being the one murdered. She’s openly grinning.

 

Han Da-min spoke to such Joo Na-hyeon.

 

“Teacher, please don’t smile like that and cooperate with us. Haven’t you seen any suspicious people?”

 

“Hmm, suspicious people.”

 

“It’s really important, so please think carefully. We can’t have any more victims.”

 

Joo Na-hyeon’s laughter stopped abruptly.

 

“Wait a minute. More victims?”

 

Han Da-min changed the atmosphere well at the right timing.

 

I spoke in a worried voice.

 

“Teacher, this is supposedly a serial murder. If we can’t catch the culprit, someone else might die. Do you really not know anything?”

 

Only then did Joo Na-hyeon’s attitude become somewhat serious. Since it’s a variety show anyway, others dying is pleasant, but she probably doesn’t want to die herself.

 

“I really don’t know anything. But I think I can help you two.”

 

“Oh, what kind of help?”

 

At my question, Joo Na-hyeon pointed to herself.

 

“Since it’s dangerous, I can’t help you easily… If you win the game I propose, I’ll specially accompany you two. How about it?”

 

Does that mean she’ll become an ally?

 

“If I join you, I’ll be quite helpful. I know the teachers I work with well, internal affairs, and I’m familiar with the school layout. Most importantly.”

 

Joo Na-hyeon raised her arm and showed off her biceps.

 

“I’m also pretty good with my body in dangerous situations.”

 

For reference, Joo Na-hyeon is last year’s Olympic judo gold medalist.

 

Ah, could the fact that she’s accompanying us mean that something dangerous enough to require physical action will happen later?

 

It seems like that’s probably the case.

 

“By any chance, what kind of game is it…?”

 

When Han Da-min asked cautiously, Joo Na-hyeon smiled cheerfully and raised her hands up, clapping twice.

 

Then, women with good physiques came rushing onto the platform of the auditorium and lined up in a row.

 

Their precise ready stance, confident expressions, and uniforms they wore as a group.

 

Though no one told us, I could vaguely sense it.

 

‘They’re athletes.’

 

Sure enough, Joo Na-hyeon pointed at them proudly and said.

 

“These are my proud juniors.”

 

Don’t tell me we have to play a game with athletes. Feeling overwhelmed, I just stared at the platform without managing my expression when Joo Na-hyeon spoke as if to reassure us.

 

“The game I’ll propose is dodgeball, bringing back memories of physical education class from our school days. Some of those friends will be on your team, so don’t worry.”

 

Then she glanced down and looked at my school uniform skirt.

 

“Ji-ye, come wearing sports uniform underneath.”

 

It seems like we’ll be consuming considerable stamina at this place.

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