Devil's Music

Lunch is just past noon.

It's been a long time since I saw Gregory outside playing with his puppies in the garden with Kiska, and Byeong-jun is sitting on the lawn side by side, delighted to see her face. Kiska didn't look like she wanted to see him, but she laughed as if she was very happy to see him in a long time. Byeong-jun, sitting on the lawn, searched for something on his cell phone, smiling and looking around.

“Gun, you made it to 4th place on the Billboard. Boy, I can hear a proper musician now. ”

I laid down on the lawn and looked up at the sky as if the gun wasn't interested.

“A few places doesn't really matter. Kiska can be happy. ”

“If not, ask me to listen to your music when I have time. Thanks to you, my phone is always Kiska. ”

“Haha, I might have to buy you an mp3. ”

Byeong-jun glanced back at the Red Castle with fresh eyes.

“You've lived here for quite some time. You're getting used to it. Seeing as how even the guys with the machine guns don't scare me that much. Is that what you are?”

As the gun looks at the clouds flowing through the early winter sky, it nods slightly.

“Yesterday, Miroslav showed me how to dismantle MP5A5. I practiced for an hour because I was interested in not seeing a gun like that in the military, I don't know. Haha.”

“Don't learn anything like that. That's when it gets watery. Son.”

“Don't worry. Haha.”

“Speaking of the Miroslav, Do you have a tattoo on his head? a fierce picture of a snake in a field of roses surrounded by a skeleton. ”

“Yeah, I was really scared to see that at first, haha. ”

“But most Mafioson tattoos reveal their affiliation, or their rank, because they don't have a similar tattoo in their lifetime. What does it mean?"

Gun turns to his side and sees Miroslav giving instructions to members of the group standing at a distance.

“Well, I thought Mafia tattoos were supposed to scare people. A meaningful tattoo. ”

“I was curious, so I followed behind and looked closely. But it's a really weird tattoo. It's like a snake guarding a garden of roses. So I thought it was a snake that turned a person into a skeleton who broke into the garden of roses. ”

The gun whistles as it gathers.

“Whee! That sounds like it. ”

Byung-jun folds his arms and looks at the Miroslave.

“But the funny thing is, when I looked closely, there was a snake surrounding the skeleton crying. Have you ever seen a snake cry? No, is the snake crying? ”

“Well · · · I've never heard of a crying snake. Well, ecologically, I've heard that reptiles don't shed tears. ”

“Right? But the snake was crying. With very sad eyes. That makes me even more curious. It's like the mafia's hidden past. I was wondering if there was such a thing. ”

The gun raised its head and looked at the bottle.

“Well, that's a little unusual. But there's a past that everyone doesn't want to talk about, so don't dig it up too much, bro. ”

Byeong-jun scratched his cheek with his index finger.

“That's right. That's why I couldn't even ask. If I had a really scary tattoo, I would have easily asked. A teary-eyed snake is weird. ”

Gun and Byeong-jun looked at Miroslav, who was inspecting members of the widespread organization from a distance.

* *

Novosibirsk, Russia, nine years ago.

The same morning, a young bus driver was driving the bus on time for work in the morning. Twenty-five? The tall, short haired young man looked very innocent. Greeting passengers on the bus, he was very poor, but married at 19, he was a robust young man who worked hard on the bus knights and dawn construction to avoid starving his wife and son.

While it was fortunate to have a job, Russia, where natural gas and crude oil supported the country's economy, has been undervalued by the fall of oil prices for some time. It was hard to live and eat every day, but the young man found a job without losing hope, and he was able to get a job at an offshore bus company going back and forth to Novosibirsk to Novosibirsk to work for Novosibirsk. He was a young man who was happy to run, but the money he got from working for the bus company made him feel like he could eat and live.

However, the young man who was armed with innate innocence and light was always a young man who smiled and impressed passengers riding the bus every day. The young man just walked past the bus station while no one was driving and then slowly pressed the brakes. When the bus-filled guests looked at him curiously, he jumped up and said to the passengers.

“Sorry, please wait a moment. ”

The young man who opened the front door and got off at a distance saw the bus passing by the station and sadly got on the bus holding the hand of the old lady who was waving.

“Grandma, there's no room. Hold the bus knob well. ”

“Thank you, young man. And kind.”

“Haha, no problem. Then I'll go.”

When the bus climbed the unpaved mountain path, the car was very bumpy. I was being as careful as I could, but I couldn't avoid the unpaved road with a handful of stones lying around. The young man who was driving screamed whenever the car was shaking loudly.

“I'm sorry! Please hold on to the handle! ”

The bus-filled guests were familiar with the way they passed each day, but the young man who apologized looked good. When the bus returned to the paved road, the young man who was leaving the smooth road shouted.

“It's time to head downtown. Sorry for the shaky ride, folks! ”

A middle-aged man in a suit shouted playfully among the guests in the back.

“You don't have to apologize every time! I know how to walk all the time. ”

The people around me nodded and helped.

“Yes, is it your fault that the knight was unpacked? ”

“You're the only driver who smiles and greets me every day, and at least this bus is the most serene! Haha”

A mild smile spread over the face of the young man who was looking at the guests in the rear with a smile.

“Haha! Yes! Thank you! We'll keep you safe wherever you go. ”

The young man driving the bus looked at the watch.

‘The next stop is eight minutes late. If you do this, your customers will be late for work. ’

The young man slowly pressed down on the accelerator and accelerated. After a while, I saw the town station, which had to drop the customers, and I was embarrassed by the face of the young man who slowly braked.

“Huh? Huh! Brake! ”

Suddenly the brake doesn't listen to you, as if a boulder grabbed the bottom of the car in the unpaved direction. The guests shouted as they prepared to disembark, as they shot past the station.

“What are you doing? Aren't you gonna let us down? ”

“Mister! We're still late! Stop the car! ”

“Haha, the driver needs to stay awake and drive. Pull over, please.”

A young man full of embarrassing light yelled backwards.

“Hold on, everyone! Brake failure!”

“Well, well!! Shit! I knew this would happen one day, you piece of junk bus! ”

“Hold on! Knight, at this rate, we're all going to die! Straight ahead! There's a hill pass ahead, so you'll be able to get up the hill naturally! ”

The young man shouted with a rear view mirror.

“Yes, I understand! The ramp is coming up soon, so please be patient and hold on to the handle! ”

The middle-aged gentleman quickly came to the young man's side, looked at the situation outside the glass, and pointed with a frightening eye.

“Hey, there! Look up ahead! ”

Otherwise, he was gazing at a five-year-old boy holding the hands of a woman and a woman crossing the front crosswalk. The middle-aged man cried out as the face of the young man who was looking at the two people with trembling eyes became more complex.

“Break the handle at this rate and we're all dead! ”

In a moment, the young man thought tens of thousands of thoughts into his head. If you bend the steering wheel, all passengers filled with buses could die or get hurt, and if you do this, the hats that looked like mothers and sons would not escape death. The middle-aged man, who was looking at the hat getting closer and closer, closed his eyes and grabbed the bus handle tightly.

Kuang!

The bus hits the hat. Bus passengers had to feel the feeling of the body of a hat being squashed under a car. The women who imagined the horror burst into tears, and the men began to curse.

“You son of a bitch! He didn't even look five! ”

“You bloodless, tearless bastard! ”

“Heheh heh heh. ”

All passengers knew that they had to wear hats to save everyone, but they had to pass the guilt on to one person. Only then could they have lived.

After a short while, the bus slowly stands up and slides back. When the bus completely stopped, people knocked on the back door and shouted.

“Put me down, you son of a bitch! ”

“A bus driver like you, I'm going to call the bus company right now! ”

“Bastard! Son of a bitch! You got him and his mother killed! You devil! ”

The young man presses the switch that opens the back door with his trembling hands, and people roar down. When the young man opened the front door and got off, the first passengers picked up a rock that was rolling on the floor and threw it at the young man. The first stone thrown by one turned into a stone pedestal thrown by many people, and the head of the young man who fell to his knees and saw the body of the hat far behind the bus turned bloody.

Passengers who threw pretty big stones rushed to their senses as the blood spurted from the young man's head and ran away backwards. A thick blood rushes from the young man's head, passing through his glabella and out to the side of his nose. Everyone who ran away and accused him of murder disappeared, fell to their knees and shed blood tears in the eyes of the man who was bleeding. The man lowers his head, staring at the direction people disappeared. Anger appeared on the face of a young man who was covered with tears of blood coming out of his eyes and thick blood coming out of his head.

A young man staring at the place where people had disappeared cried out at the body of his hat from afar.

“Honey!!! Son!! Sorry!!!!!! Aaaaahhhh”

That day, the young man killed the hat to save many people.

Returning to his flower wife, his golden son, who saved lives, was the guilt of a stone dealer and a murderer. And because of that, he survived a hell of a Russian prison life. As he held back his vengeance against the people, he shaved his head and engraved a skeleton that shaped his son. He smiled and greeted them, but when he found out, he turned people full of thorns into roses, engraving and crying around him, and engraving a tattoo of him eating and removing his son.

Nine years later, he strolled through Red Castle's garden, rubbing his head tattoo on cold weather and thinking for a moment.

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