Devil's Music

In front of the New York Downtown General Hospital late afternoon.

Since the time of outpatient service was over, there were over a hundred strong mafias in black suits in front of hospitals that should be relatively quiet. Fortunately, we are united a little distance from the entrance of the hospital as if we were not going to harm the general public.

Even so, I couldn't help but give the general public a sense of camaraderie. Could it have been due to the thorough control of the Miroslaves, their actions such as smoking cigarettes or staring at ordinary people, were looking at the elongated watch as if they were waiting for someone.

Some of the doctors and nurses came out of the hospital, looking at them in a frightened manner, and they looked surprised to see the car running like it had broken into the entrance bar of the hospital. The staff at the parking booth rushed up the bar to make sure they never set foot on the brakes.

At this rate, Gregory, who arrived at the entrance of the hospital with a skid mark on the floor, urgently lowered his head to make sure he didn't take his coat from the car and put it on. Miroslav had already arrived beside Gregory looking up at the hospital.

He hurriedly approached and said.

“You have completed your vocal cord and bronchial exams and are currently consulting with a psychiatrist. ”

Gregory squeezes and asks if the tie was cramped or loose with his hands.

“Are you currently in session? Do we have to wait? ”

“Yes, boss. ”

“Whew, were you there when Kiska spoke? ”

“No, he was outside. ”

“So you've only seen Kay? ”

“No, Carlos Montana, Mr. Lee, Shizuka and Son Lin were there. ”

“Hmmm... Really? ”

Gregory taps his chin and looks up at the hospital building.

“Okay, I'm sure many people have heard. Who's next to Kiska? ”

“Mr. Lee is here. ”

“Who's with us? ”

“I've got three of them, but they're heavily guarded and ranged. ”

“Okay. Where's Kay? ”

“I'm in the VIP Ward. ”

“Well, Kiska's in counseling, so let's start with K. How's he doing? ”

“I haven't seen it yet. ”

“Really? Then you're coming with me. ”

“Yes, boss. ”

Gregory looks at the doctors and nurses who are looking at him with frightened eyes, then approaches them. The hospital staff were surprised to see Miroslav with a tattoo on his bald head following Gregory's approach. Gregory

Ga raised his hands so that he could see both palms and made a good man smile.

“Oh, nothing's going to harm you. Don't be afraid. I'm just here to see my daughter who's been admitted. Right, Miroslav?”

The facial expressions of the employees who were a little more stable in Gregory's words were once again frozen in the sharp glance of Miroslave looking at them. Gregory taps Miroslav on the back, glancing at anyone who was instinctively suspicious. He puts his hands on his shoulders and smiles.

“He may look a little scary, but he's a good friend. So don't be afraid and take good care of my daughter. My daughter's name is Kiss...”

“Boss!! ”

Miroslav, listening to Gregory, notices what he has to say and quickly stops him from speaking. Gregory, who blinked at Miroslav, was already famous for his father, and his mouth tightened when he realized that he shouldn't be called a mafia. Sleep

Gregory sighs and smiles bitterly at the doctors and nurses who still look frightened.

“Anyway... please take good care of it. Sure."

Until the end, Gregory, who looked down at his staff, looked back and saw the doctors and nurses who had gone into the hospital. When Gregory sighed with his hand in his trouser pockets, he looked down at the floor and saw Miroslav and his eyes, which were making complex faces, standing beside him.

He smacked his wide chest with his fist, smiling bloody.

“It's okay. Don't make that face. ”

Miroslav looks worried.

“But, boss...”

Gregory pulls the cigar out of his chest and walks to the corner realizing he's in front of the hospital. Gregory, who was about to light another fire next to the front door of the hospital, saw a little boy the age of Kiska walking out of the hospital in a patient's uniform, smoking again a mile away from the hospital entrance.

I moved to the precinct. When I sat on a bench equipped with ashtrays, Gregory, who lit the cigar, sucked in the smoke deeply and spit it out as he looked at the dark sky.

“I've always felt overwhelmed by standing on top of others. I've hated my life ever since Natalie died. Miroslav, have you ever regretted stepping in this path? ”

Miroslav watches over Gregory's surroundings with sharp eyes, then hides his hand behind his coat, taking a hot break and says in a posture.

“Nothing.”

Gregory smiles spontaneously and asks the cigar.

“But it was less when Kiska was in my arms. I hate my job more now that I have more time to leave my arms, and I can't say that I'm the father of this child, because the time has come for a union between my child and society. ”

Miroslav remembers his dead wife and son for a moment, but then shakes his head and says,

“Eight thousand red mafia in one word from the boss. Be strong. ”

Gregory nods with a bitter smile.

“Yes, you are the only one who can hear weakness. I'm not a stupid boss enough to talk to the kids downstairs. ”

“Oh, silly, no, boss. ”

“Hehe, that's good. Let's just smoke a cigar and go see Kay. ”

Gregory has been smoking cigars for a long time. It was Gregory, who usually cut and smoked a cigar without smoking once, but he sat on the bench for a long time after he threw the cigar into the ashtray. Cold

In the winter wind, Gregory, rubbing his frozen nose, stood up and trembled. Miroslav hurriedly brought a coat and covered it.

“I'm sorry, I didn't take care of it because of the situation. ”

Gregory laughs as he pulls on the front island of his coat.

“I almost froze to death, huh. Let's go.”

Gregory looks at Miroslav, smiling bloody and smiling as he takes the hospital elevator, but still sees ordinary people with his head tattoos who can't take the elevator.

“I don't think we have a place in you, or in me, or in the people. ”

Miroslav says it's nothing new.

“Since the beginning of the mafia's path, I've given up on that. ”

“Hehe, I see. ”

The elevator going up to the VIP ward stops, and Miroslav sprints out quickly, as if trying to guide Gregory through the open door. When Miroslav stood in front of the room where the gun was hospitalized, he waited for Gregory's pace to open the door.

Lee raises his hand.

“Oh, I'll get it. ”

Miroslav removes his hand from the door handle and retreats to the side, allowing Gregory to open the door in a discreet manner without making a sound. You hear the gunshot and Carlos' conversation inside, as the door opens smoothly with greasy paint, perhaps because you care about helpless patients. Conversation

Gregory, who didn't want to interrupt, stood still and listened to their conversation unwanted.

“Huh? You're making another version of Fury? Why?”

“Carlos, I made a mistake. ”

“A mistake? You didn't hear what I was saying? Fury gave the dying record market a stone's worth of success. Why do you have to change this song? ”

“I'm not talking about re-recording the album. There are a lot of live musicians who change the original song, and that's what I mean. ”

“Oh, come on, you can do that anytime, but why? ”

“You know Fury's message? ”

“Yeah, I know. It's an expression of your anger at your parents, isn't it? Kay, I hear your growth is melting, and Kevin and Kiska's story is melting. ”

Gregory drops his hand on the door hook, inadvertently overhearing Kiska's thoughts in a song that melts with anger toward his parents. Gregory's ears continue to listen to them, his gaze on the floor, and he hears Carlos' continued conversation.

“Kiska wrote the lyrics, right? ”

“Yes, I did. ”

Gregory's head bows quietly. Standing at the door for a long time, Gregory looks down at the floor, sitting on the black chair next to the door of the room, and then he looks up at the standing Miroslave, smiling helplessly.

“There's no room for me here, either. ”

Miroslav's expression, looking down at him, complicates things. When I didn't know Gregory was eavesdropping on the conversation, I reached out to Carlos with a note.

“Kiska lost her mother to Gregory, but she doesn't blame him. Maybe it's because I've seen the people who took my mom, and maybe it's because I'm always a caring father. The lyrics that I felt after hearing about my growth in the practice room.

You could say. ”

Carlos tilts his head, accepting the notes from the case.

“So it's not Kiska's emotion? ”

“Yes, just think of it as reading a book and writing a flu. It's a lot of flu. ”

“Well, I see. But what does that have to do with the music arrangements? ”

Gun recalls Amduras' words as he looked at the sheet music in his heart. Amduras, who met me in a dream in the memory of the case, listens to the music.

‘It's still rubbish. ’

Thinking about him for a moment, he bites his lip and says,

“You said you have anger and affection for this song? But you know, I think that love was just a cheap grudge. ”

Carlos opens his eyes and says hello.

“Grumbling?”

“Yes, it is. Why are you doing this to me? Why didn't you be nicer to me? It's a cheesy grudge, as if a teenager was making a fuss. ”

Carlos looks back at the sheet music and pops out his lips.

“I don't know. ”

Gun takes the sheet music from Carlos' hand and says,

“Yes, I made it, because that's what I felt when I explained my past to Kiska, and she read it, and she wrote the lyrics that I liked. ”

Carlos crosses his arms and asks.

“So? A grudge is a human emotion, and even if anger, affection, and resentment coexist in one song, it's okay. ”

The gun shakes its head and grinds the sheet music.

“No, that's not what I wanted to say. ”

“Well... what anger did you want to talk about? ”

The gun looks out the window, gripping the sheet.

“Rage at yourself. That was it.”

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