Red Dot - 111

Chapter 111

Junseong pulled his hand out of Hanseo’s grasp and handed something to Dujae. It was the cell phone that Nam Ki-hyuk had left on the seventh floor of Inhan Hospital.

Junseong pointed to the only video in the gallery folder of the phone.

“Please confirm if the man who cut off the uncle’s arm is the person in this video.”

Dujae nodded with a tense expression and played the video. As he watched, Dujae’s face turned red with anger.

“This is the guy. He didn’t wear glasses, but I’m sure it’s him.”

Hearing Dujae’s words as he clenched his teeth, Junseong nodded, as if to say, “I knew it.” Meanwhile, Dujae was looking at other photos of people in the phone, growing even angrier.

“The guy who attacked the uncle is ‘Nam Ki-hyuk.’”

“Nam Ki-hyuk?”

Junseong closed his mouth for a moment as if catching his breath, then replied.

“The crazy murderer who killed people in my dreams.”

Dujae’s expression grew serious.

When Junseong spoke about his dreams, he referred to Nam Ki-hyuk as a ‘crazy murderer’ and told him part of what he knew about him. Junseong trusted and relied on Dujae enough to reveal the truth about his recurring dreams, but he also confessed that the real Nam Ki-hyuk was a ruthless killer who could casually murder even his own colleagues for his ‘fun.’

Dujae was shocked that he had actually met this crazy murderer, but at the same time, he accepted it as he recalled their past encounters.

“Is that why he wasn’t hesitant to swing his knife? To kill people…”

Dujae’s face grew darker as he stroked the bl00d-soaked bandage around his severed arm. No matter how much he thought about it, the fact that such a person existed in reality was disturbing.

Junseong watched Dujae as he thought about Nam Ki-hyuk, and he also imagined his face in his mind.

But there was something strange.

“Glasses?”

Thinking of the appearance, tone, and the way the man wielded a dagger, it was clear that the person who cut off Dujae’s arm was Nam Ki-hyuk. Dujae confirmed it by watching the video where Nam Ki-hyuk clearly appeared. He didn’t wear glasses, but Junseong was sure it was him.

However, Nam Ki-hyuk had never worn glasses in Junseong’s dreams.

The CCTV at the bl00d bank and the video filmed at the subway shelter didn’t show him wearing glasses either.

So why did he need to wear glasses when fighting Dujae?

“Why suddenly?”

The reason Dujae was able to land a good hit was that Nam Ki-hyuk was wearing glasses.

Junseong thought that Nam Ki-hyuk had to retreat because the lenses of his glasses broke and got stuck in his eye. Even though Dujae’s arm was severed, he had no intention of retreating, and he was in a full-on rampage. If they continued fighting in that state, Nam Ki-hyuk might have been seriously injured.

The glasses were like an exposed “weakness,” and eyes were crucial in a fight.

If Junseong considered the location of the glasses lens and the shards when they broke, it could cause blindness, and even if not, it could definitely inflict serious eye injuries.

Nam Ki-hyuk surely knew that.

“He didn’t wear them for style… Did his vision worsen?”

That was also strange. In Junseong’s dreams, Nam Ki-hyuk had perfect vision. In fact, he could read signs from a distance with his bare eyes, even farther than Junseong’s own vision, which was 1.0 in both eyes.

Despite the many variables, Junseong could not deny that the days he experienced in his dreams were now unfolding in real life. If that was the case, Nam Ki-hyuk’s vision should be the same as it was in the dream, but it was definitely strange that it had worsened to the point where he needed glasses.

Suddenly, Junseong was startled by how deeply he was thinking about Nam Ki-hyuk’s personal matters and quickly cleared his mind.

“What does it matter if he wears glasses or not?”

There was no reason to care about such trivial changes in a person he didn’t want to get involved with.

“I don’t know why Nam Ki-hyuk went to each shelter and killed all the survivors, but we can’t consider this place safe from him either.”

Junseong told Dujae about the current situation, including that Nam Ki-hyuk had a helicopter. He also mentioned how Nam Ki-hyuk had deliberately gone to the subway shelter to kidnap his younger brother, and how he had left those cruel videos and photos in this hospital to lure Junseong out.

After predicting the whereabouts of his younger brother, Kang Chae-i, Junseong paused as Dujae, who had been listening intently, stood up.

“Then, just as you predicted, your younger brother and his friends will be coming here today. What should I do? I’ll help with anything.”

“Thank you. But before that, we need to treat your arm.”

Hearing Junseong’s concerned words, Dujae looked down at his severed arm.

The bandage he had wrapped around his arm when he came to this place early in the morning was now so red that the white parts were no longer visible. It looked like the bl00d would drip any moment.

“I did first aid, but I’m not sure what to do next…”

Dujae looked around at the group with a troubled expression.

“Is there anyone here who’s a doctor or nurse?”

“No…”

Junseong shook his head bitterly. Just like how healers are rare and important in games where they treat allies, it was the same in this disaster-ridden reality, and Junseong realized that once again.

While Junseong was hoping that someone in the group was a doctor, he felt movement beside him.

“If it’s a simple treatment, I can do it.”

The person who spoke was Hanseo. He was looking at Dujae’s severed arm with the most emotionless and calm face among everyone in the room.

Junseong widened his eyes and grabbed Hanseo’s arm.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. It’s hard to completely treat it, but I can make sure no big problems come up for a few days. Luckily, there are quite a few medical supplies left on the lower floor.”

“But the uncle’s injury isn’t just a simple scratch.”

It wasn’t just a scrape, cut, or bruise; it was a severed arm. The raw, exposed surface of the severed limb was clearly visible. How could someone who wasn’t an expert take care of such a wound? Junseong couldn’t even begin to imagine what should be done, and he felt lost.

Contrary to Junseong’s concern, Hanseo’s expression didn’t change at all.

“I know.”

Hanseo leaned down and whispered in Junseong’s ear, just loud enough for him to hear.

“I’ve seen severed human limbs countless times. So I know how to keep them ‘fresh.’”

Looking at Hanseo’s smiling face, Junseong felt a chill run down his spine. Although he thought Hanseo’s words were probably true, he couldn’t bring himself to ask exactly how many cruel days were hidden in his past, even though he had briefly summarized it for him.

As Junseong thought, Hanseo’s memory contained terrifying scenes that he never spoke of.

The researchers in the lab, as cruel as murderers, thought of both living people and corpses as mere research materials. Because of this, they weren’t hesitant to do unimaginable acts of cruelty.

There were times when they intentionally infected an arm with a virus and then cut off the infected part to check if it would spread. Testing whether a part of the body, other than the head, would still move after being cut off while fully infected was something every zombie-like test subject experienced before their heads were pierced.

When it came to living humans, in order to keep them alive as long as possible, the severed parts were carefully treated, and the same cruel act was repeated a few days later.

Hanseo’s foster parents, having realized that dopamine was important for him, always made sure to bring him along whenever such experiments took place. They thought that the pain, bl00d, and the sight of people dying might affect Hanseo’s dopamine levels.

No one could say that it was a good thing, but based on those memories, Hanseo knew how to handle Dujae’s severed arm.

“Are you really sure you can do it?”

Dujae asked cautiously, and Hanseo responded as he started heading toward the hospital room door.

“My parents are medical researchers. I know roughly what to do.”

“Well, that’s a relief, but it might be… pretty gruesome.”

Dujae himself called his severed arm gruesome. The arm hidden under the bl00d-soaked bandages would definitely be shocking for anyone to look at.

Despite this, Hanseo assured him it was fine and gave him a look as if to say, “Hurry up and follow me.” Reluctantly, Dujae followed him, though his face still looked troubled.

After Hanseo and Dujae left the room.

Junseong tried to leave and return to the others, but he stopped Changmin.

“Hyung, I have a favor to ask.”

Without asking what it was, Changmin patiently waited for Junseong to speak.

“Please keep an eye on the two people who came with Dujae.”

“Why?”

Changmin thought about the two survivors, a man and a woman, who didn’t have much presence compared to Dujae. Junseong lowered his voice and said.

“I’ve never seen them in my dreams.”

Changmin’s eyes widened at Junseong’s unexpected words.