Theatrical Regression Life

Episode 454

Song In-myeong, who sent a text message to Seong Dae-young, put on his outerwear in a good mood.

“Well, I threw away the rice cake.”

At the same time, the die was cast.

“Where was that bastard’s studio?”

Song In-myeong left the newly built studio with light steps. Even though he called it his own name, the new studio he moved to was about an hour away from Daeyoung Seong’s studio, believing that problems could arise at any time after Jaeheon Lee’s visit.

Tight-fitting short sleeves, a jumper, jeans, sneakers, and a cap to barely cover your face. I wouldn’t say it was formal, but it was a pretty decent outfit if you were going to visit someone else’s studio.

‘I don’t know how you think like this?’

Song In-myeong thought about what Jae-heon Lee said the day he visited his studio.

“…The operation to induce inferiority complex is quite good.”

So far, Lee Jae-heon has been using Song In-myeong to get on Sung Dae-young’s nerves. Song In-myeong, who was originally a bad actor and the object of Sung Dae-young’s basic sense of inferiority, has been constantly losing his temper for well over a month. It is said that the situation is enough for Seong Dae-young’s cautious yet shallow sense of reason to be cut off.

‘When I invited Lee Jae-heon to the studio today, I was confident that he would have finally caught up with me, but as soon as I did that, he lost again, so he must be feeling pretty bad, right? At that time, if I happened to visit Daeyoung Seong’s studio, witnessed the incident, and reported this to Lee Dang…’

Daeyoung Seong’s head would be cut off. Physically.

Song In-myeong also contributed to this plan. Lee Jae-heon wanted to get rid of Seong Dae-young, who was a threat to the students, and Song In-myeong’s teasing and teasing with Lee Jae-heon suited his temper.

Of course, it was Song In-myeong who knew Seong Dae-young well among the two, so it wasn’t that difficult to contribute to Lee Jae-heon’s play.

“….”

Song In-myeong thought to himself while waiting for the bus.

‘That guy Jaeheon Lee is really strange too.’

I know he is a good person. I know it’s kind. He pretends not to, but he is also kind.

Lee Jae-heon said in a dry voice that this was such a cruel way to get rid of Seong Dae-young, a major figure in the industry. I remembered that resigned, calm voice coming from the other end of the phone.

‘If you look at that, it’s true that the target basically hates hurting others, no matter what crime they committed…’

Nevertheless, Lee Jae-heon thought about being with Song In-myeong. She only kept her verbal promise of ‘looking at me three times’ and sometimes only showed resistance when he provoked her, but she treated Song In-myeong like she would normally do.

‘Do I consciously tolerate it or unconsciously develop affection for it?’

Either way, it was an interesting and funny reaction.

‘And…’

Song In-myeong stopped thinking after confirming that the bus he had been waiting for had arrived. Since it was a deserted neighborhood, he was the only person waiting. He naturally got on the bus.

“…I guess it will take about 40 minutes.”

Since it was a neighborhood with not very good transportation, buses were not frequent and went around in circles. After gauging the distance and talking to himself, Song In-myeong sat in the front seat of the bus and looked at the world beyond the window.

The intention was not to give the impression that he had gone there knowing that a major incident would occur, but at the same time, the intention was to give time for the incident to be completed.

‘He’s a pretty cautious person, so it’s probably right to give Lee Jae-heon some leeway to handle things.’

40 minutes and about 15 minutes to get off the bus and walk to the studio.

A total of 55 minutes was enough time for Seong Dae-young to complete his work. Seong Dae-young is a person with a temper that needs to be put to an end once something explodes, but isn’t he a sensitive and cautious person who doesn’t find it easy to explode?

About 7 minutes have passed. Song In-myeong, who was sitting on a moving bus and looking out the window, suddenly felt that his mood had calmed down a bit. It was fine until I left the new studio, but why?

“….”

Song In-myeong thought, tilting his head.

‘…Are you really in love?’

It was a different feeling than when I saw Seo Jang-hwa or Vivian, whom I treated as my most precious materials in the world. Song In-myeong admitted that he sees Lee Jae-heon as an equal. Maybe the day will come when Lee Jae-heon will understand Song In-myeong.

Of course, this plan was really exciting and fun, but it was natural for me to feel bad at the thought of someone who would understand me shedding blood without caring for his own body.

‘…? wait for a sec.’

Oh right.

“…Uh….”

Lee Jae-heon was the type of person who was smart and did not care about his own body.

So how can Lee Jae-heon not become half-hearted until Song In-myeong arrives? Even if you get hurt, can you end up with an injury that doesn’t leave any aftereffects?

“Uh oh.”

I don’t think so either, right?

Is this a bit weird?

“…I’m getting down. “Uncle, let me get down.”

“I understand, student.”

“I’m really getting off.”

“Do you understand?”

The bus driver looked at Song In-myeong in the mirror as if he were crazy.

Song In-myeong remembered the distance to the next stop. Probably about 5 minutes. If you get off there, catch a taxi and go straight, it will take about 20 minutes. Unlike the bus, if you get off right in front of the building, then you have to deal with the taxi driver too, right? I can’t tell you about Seong Dae-young’s studio.

‘Then you’ll have to get off a little further away and walk, so add about 5 minutes. 5 minutes, then 20 minutes, then 5 minutes again, for a total of about 30 minutes… 30 minutes will be ok, right? Sung Dae-young would have that level of self-control, right? ‘Lee Jae-heon probably has that level of survival instinct, right?’

And the conclusion was made.

‘No, absolutely not.’

It won’t be okay for 30 minutes. Seong Dae-young probably doesn’t have that much self-control. Jaeheon Lee probably doesn’t have that level of survival instinct.

It was Song In-myeong who struck the final blow a few minutes ago after eating away at Seong Dae-young’s persistent prudence, and Lee Jae-heon was a person who was struggling to keep up with himself even in the other world. How high is the probability that the perpetrator and the victim in this combination, who are not separated but close to each other, will remain still? I had no expectations.

‘Why the fuck did I forget this? Aren’t you too complacent because you didn’t even know that Lee Jae-heon was that kind of bastard? I was the one who took away what little patience I had left for Seong Dae-young… I’m going crazy.’

A chill ran down my spine.

‘It’s the real Eva.’

If Seong Dae-young were impatient and caused irreparable damage to Lee Jae-heon, the play would have been over. And Song In-myeong will also be hung alongside Sung Dae-young. What on earth were you doing while our youngest was like this?

“Hello, driver.”

“Oh, that’s right. “Where should I take you?”

“I’m a little late for my appointment, so can you hurry up?”

“Yes? Ah, then I have to say yes. “Where can I go?”

“Here’s the map…”

“Any minute, any minute.” “Don’t worry.”

Fortunately, I quickly caught a taxi right after getting off the bus. The driver seemed to have a strong professional spirit, as he navigated the narrow alleys at an exquisite speed that was enough to avoid getting a ticket. Thanks to this, Song In-myeong had an unfortunate accident where he hit his head on the window, but he arrived quickly anyway, so everything was fine.

The building manager of the studio that arrived asked Song In-myeong.

“Where are you visiting?”

“Here you go.”

“Ah, writer Song In-myeong… you have been confirmed.”

Song In-myeong even roasted and boiled the building manager in advance. It wasn’t something I had specifically prepared for today’s visit, but it was an authority that I had cut off from my frequent visits to give it to Seong Dae-young.

Thanks to my thorough preparation, Song In-myeong entered the building with ease and raised the corner of his mouth vaguely as he entered the hallway where, unlike usual, no one was visible.

‘I guess Seong Dae-young got rid of the visitors in advance.’

Although I felt good about the situation, which was not at all different from what I expected, I became frustrated because I could not imagine what Jaeheon Lee would be like. Song In-myeong was an artist who was immersed in Lee Jae-heon’s spirit of sacrifice, but at the same time, he also had human exchanges with him. Lee Jae-heon may be disgusted and deny it, but they have built a worthy relationship.

I didn’t want to see someone like that break down in an unexpected way.

“….”

Rattling.

The studio door was locked.

“…Ah~ It’s locked as expected…”

And Song In-myeong was a human carrying a master key.

‘There was no way Seong Dae-young would open the studio door to me in the first place.’

Song In-myeong prepared the master key for this building just to see how upset Seong Dae-young was. It was not something prepared for today, like the right to visit this building, but was a product of his usual sincerity.

Song In-myeong, who lightly opened the door lock, called out to Seong Dae-young in a somewhat cheerful voice.

“Where is our Daeyoung hyung~!”

And no one answered.

“what.”

Song In-myeong looked at me with a straight face.

“….”

Blood stains on the floor and signs of presence that could not be felt from the front door. A studio with cool air, devoid of human warmth.

Song In-myeong muttered softly, breaking out in a cold sweat.

“…Isn’t this a bit of a mess?”

Yeah, that’s okay.

Song In-myeong, who made a clean decision on his own, followed along, being careful not to step on the blood stains.

If Lee Jae-heon’s back was caught by this party, no matter how much Lee Jae-heon decided to make an excuse by saying it was done under agreement, this party would at least glare at him. However, if there was even a misunderstanding that he was collaborating with Seong Dae-young, it would be very difficult.

‘It’s probably sinking somewhere in the sea off Busan.’

Lee Jae-heon’s safety was important even for his life.

“Wait a minute, teacher, I’m going to check on you~.”

Let’s go in with a cheerful voice.

“…Song In-myeong?”

He was able to see Seong Dae-young looking at him, covered in blood.

In a corner of the studio, a broken piece of wood was lying stained with blood, and Seong Dae-young, coming out of the inner door of the room, was holding a red-stained iron club in his hand. The killer comes out of what is presumed to be a bathroom and sees himself holding a weapon dripping with blood.

Heat rose in the back of my neck because it was obvious what kind of situation Lee Jae-heon would be in. Song In-myeong raised his voice as if he was having fun.

“Oh my god. “Who is this covered in blood?”

Does it still not have a sense of reality? The sight of Seong Dae-young looking at me with a blank face was unusual. Everything from his shirt to his apron was covered in blood. For Song In-myeong, who knew the owner of that blood, it was a heart-wrenching experience.

‘Did you fucking plan to kill me?’

Song In-myeong hypnotized himself. I still don’t know that the victim is Lee Jae-heon. I don’t know yet, but all I know is that that bastard gets angry at my texts and throws a tantrum. It’s like that…

“Why are you so upset? “I usually try to save it as much as possible for aesthetics and all.”

“You…”

“Ah, it’s passing by. “I just want to see how they killed him.”

Before Seong Dae-young could come to his senses and react, Song In-myeong quickly pushed himself in and stuck his head into the room where Seong Dae-young had come out. The blood stains of the dragged victim remained on the pure white tiles of the bathroom.

And in the bathtub.

“….”

A bright red Lee Jae-heon was lying down.

The eyes were covered with a black eye patch and the mouth was covered with a white cloth. The cloth was stained red, possibly due to a wound in the mouth or blood flowing from the head.

‘The legs are also bent in a strange direction.’

The blood from the head was flowing in a serious way and the pale body was motionless. No matter how tied it is, it still feels very motionless.

It’s like he’s dead.

“…aha?”

Song In-myeong chanted.

“This crazy bastard?”

“die.”

Kwaduk!

My head rang from the strong impact of the iron rod. Seong Dae-young hit Song In-myeong’s head from behind.

“Ha ha ha ha ha…! Ha ha ha ha ha! “It’s so fucking funny!!”

“die. “Die and die.”

“You idiot, why don’t you know your fractions!!”

Song In-myeong caught Seong Dae-young’s arm as he repeatedly struck him with the iron rod. Even though he didn’t have the skills of Seong Dae-young, Song In-myeong was one step ahead in terms of strength. With one hand, I held Seong Dae-young’s weapon-holding arm, and with the other hand, I quickly found someone’s phone number and dialed it.

At the sound of the phone being connected, Seong Dae-young slapped away Song In-myeong’s hand and swung the iron rod again, but Song In-myeong barely avoided it.

Perhaps because he was surprised that Song In-myeong had called, the person on the other end of the line, who had not answered, received the call only after about 1-2 minutes.

Oh thank you so much for accepting me.

―Hello, writer Song In-myeong. What happened…

Song In-myeong shouted before his unique sincere voice could even finish the sentence.

“Help me!”

Song In-myeong was serious. The other person also reacted seriously.

―Did you not hear well?

“Fuck you, please save me!”

―I’m sorry, but I’m like that…

“Jaeheon Lee is here, so come quickly!!”

At the same time, the iron rod struck by Seong Dae-yeong caused a huge blow! The sound of delicate items being smashed in the studio rang out. The person on the other end of the phone must have sensed the seriousness of the situation from the noise and immediately spoke in the affirmative.

– Just wait a moment and I’ll be there soon.

“I think we need to come a little sooner… Argh! Fuck you! 아 개새끼야!!”

―And just in case, I’m asking, what is Director Lee Jae-heon’s condition?

“Fuck you!!”

-understand.

Kwazijik!!

-I’ll be there soon.

The call was hung up and Song In-myeong threw his cell phone far away.

“Fuck, I’m really going crazy. I didn’t think it would get this bad…!”

“Who were you calling?”

“What are you going to do with that, you psychotic bastard?”

For your information, the person calling was Eunwoo Jeong.

Why is this party chairman’s secretary?

(Continued in the next part)