Red Dot - 35

Episode 35 –

Junseong cut through the thick leather strap binding Taeju’s right arm with the machete. Following that, he also cut the leather strap of the same thickness that secured the head.

Next, he quickly moved to cut the one around the ankles, but suddenly everything in front of him went blurry.

“Uh….”

He blinked once, but both knees were on the ground. Despite the significant impact, his knees didn’t hurt strangely much. The hand that tightly gripped the machete kept loosening, and the head, which was held high, leaned forward slightly.

Every sensation in his body was rapidly being anesthetized.

‘I thought it was some kind of anesthetic, but it’s too fast.’

At first, unsure of the drug, he thought he should never get hit. However, seeing Hyunje making a statement like “When you wake up,” he speculated that it was probably some kind of anesthetic or a strong sedative.

If that was the case, there shouldn’t be significant harm to life for a while. Even if it spreads throughout the body quickly, it would take a few seconds at least. Within that time, he thought he could somehow push Hyunje away and free Taeju. Suppressing Hyunje with both of them wouldn’t be that difficult.

However, the anesthesia started too quickly, making it challenging to restrain his body.

“This guy!”

Angry, Hyunje grabbed a long, pointed forceps from the surgical tray. It was different in length and sharpness from the ordinary forceps, and he thought that if he were stabbed by it, it might hurt more than a scalpel.

It was when Junseong, with trembling hands due to paralysis, was holding the machete tightly.

“Snap!”

A knife, much sharper than a scalpel or long forceps, was stuck into Hyunje’s neck.

At first glance, the blade that had penetrated Hyunje’s neck didn’t seem very long, but it had been stuck up to the handle near the handle. If it were a normal person, that blade would have pierced through the neck, making survival impossible.

“Kuh, Kuk…, Kuhu….”

A creepy sound of gurgling mixed with the sound of air escaping and the dripping of blood echoed. Hyunje’s eyes, wide open as if they might pop out, rolled towards the person who had put the knife into his neck. As he turned his eyes and head to look at his opponent, the neck turned slightly, and blood flowed steadily from the stabbed area.

Around the time the dripping sound of blood became audible.

“Oh, I made a mistake.”

A calm voice without a single disturbed breath was heard. A faint, obviously fake smile adorned the lips of the newcomer.

On the other hand, the man with pale skin, who seemed to want to tear apart everything that made up Hyunje, looked sinister and ferocious.

Hanseo’s expression conveyed an understanding of what kind of substance Junseong had been injected with, even without asking.

Junseong looked at Hanseo with eyes gradually losing focus.

“I… died…?”

Although it sounded somewhat unclear, it was enough to understand what he was saying.

“Yeah.”

Hanseo answered promptly without hesitation.

“I thought I might kill you, so I decided to end it first. Well done, right?”

The calm voice seeking praise didn’t match at all with the scent of blood.

Junseong’s gaze slowly shifted towards Hyunje. Leaning against the wall, his head was bowed deeply. His neck still bled profusely, and his breathing was no longer audible.

Park Hyunje was dead.

‘He really died…’

Even seeing it with his own eyes, it lacked a sense of reality.

‘If I had done it with my own hands, it would have been different.’

Surprisingly, Junseong did not feel a strong aversion to the fact that Hanseo had become a murderer. Perhaps it was because of the anesthesia, which dulled his mind and emotions.

In his gradually fading consciousness, he thought about it.

‘I’m… a damn piece of trash….’

Junseong’s body, barely holding on, slumped forward. Hanseo embraced him as if cradling him. Junseong’s slow and deep breaths, lost in unconsciousness, enveloped Hanseo’s neck and the back of his head.

While gently stroking Junseong’s back with his left hand, untouched by blood, Hanseo was doing this.

When Taeju, sitting on the surgery table, shivering, swallowed dry saliva. He was so surprised that, despite Junseong untying his hands and head, he didn’t think about freeing his other hand and leg. All he had removed was the muzzle that had been in his mouth.

Taeju looked at Hyunje with a face devoid of any vitality. Although there was still enough warmth, it was undoubtedly a ‘corpse’ that would soon become cold.

“Ugh, ugh…. Corpse…. Murder…!”

Mumbling words without even forming a complete sentence, Taeju raised his eyes sneakily and met Hanseo’s gaze.

“Ugh!”

Swallowing a scream while inhaling, Taeju noticeably trembled. Only now did he realize that there was a leather strap around his ankles, and he quickly began to untie it. Normally, he should have untied the other hand first, then the leg, but Taeju, who was thoroughly terrified, couldn’t even think about it.

“Uncle.”

“Yes, yes?!”

Taeju, who hadn’t properly untied a single one due to trembling hands, stiffly responded to Hanseo’s call. Hanseo extended his right hand, stained with blood.

“Give me that green cloth next to you. We need to wipe it before it solidifies.”

“Oh, yes!”

Taeju, holding the green surgical towel on the tray next to the surgery table, hesitated for a moment, as he couldn’t bring himself to touch Hanseo’s hand stained with human blood. He handed it over as if dropping it, keeping his fingertips away.

With an expressionless face, Hanseo wiped the blood off his right hand. He also casually wiped the jackknife he had used.

“Go upstairs and lay Junseong down. Guard the door of the room well. Don’t let anyone in.”

“Yes?”

Responding hesitantly, Taeju’s eyelids were sharply raised by Hanseo.

“Don’t let anyone see him defenseless.”

“Yes, I understand!”

If he didn’t answer, he would die. No, he really would die.

The air felt tight around the throat, and a dry gulp passed through. With each breath, the smell of blood entering with it made the whole body shiver.

As Taeju, with a choked voice, unfastened the leather straps on Junseong’s wrists and ankles, Hanseo embraced Junseong. The weight was more satisfying than the last time they embraced. Wondering if it was because Junseong was losing consciousness, Hanseo thought about maintaining this weight and found himself contemplating how much heavier it needed to be, leading to a calm reflection.

Exiting the operating room while holding Junseong, Taeju hurriedly followed. It was urgent because staying behind could mean being left with a warm corpse and the operating room.

Maintaining some distance, Taeju occasionally followed Hanseo with hurried steps. However, as they turned a corner in the corridor, the sight before them made Taeju gasp.

“Ugh, ugh….”

“Heh…ack….”

Three men in black contrasting with the white corridor were rolling on the floor, covered in blood.

Taeju realized that they were the people tied to the operating table, but seeing their seemingly lifeless bodies, he couldn’t purely feel vindictive.

Unexpected words came from Hanseo’s lips as he passed by the men.

“Take a moment to catch your breath, everyone.”

An emotionless voice shook the three men in black.

“When I come back, there won’t be a chance to breathe comfortably.”

Hanseo left those words and walked towards the corridor leading to the lobby. Taeju thought they might escape during this moment, but seeing the blood gushing from their ankles, he tightly sealed his lips.