Devil's Music

“Kiska? Is that what you just said? ”

“ · · · · · ·. It's me. "

“Kiska, can you speak? ”

“I've always been able to do it. ”

Byeong-jun looked surprised with his ear to the phone.

“Then why haven't you done it so far? Kiska!”

When Byungjun's voice was heard, Kiska who was silent for a moment said.

“You knew, didn't you? ”

I asked again, unable to concentrate on the sudden confusion that came upon me.

“What, what? ”

“I wasn't going on a little trip with my dad. ”

“Ahh · · ·. Yeah, I knew that. ”

“ · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Chit

Byeong-jun said, trembling next to the phone that was suddenly disconnected and staring at the liquid.

“Kiska!! Kiska has spoken! ”

The member who was driving was surprised and turned around while driving and stepped on the class brake without looking at the car that stopped. Luckily, he didn't hit the car in front of him, but when a dangerous situation was created, the organizer looked back and apologized.

“I'm sorry."

When I wagged my hand as if I were becoming Byeong-jun, the organizer said.

“Was that the lady on the phone? ”

“Yes, it was Kiska. ”

“May I report to Miroslav?" ”

“Go ahead."

“I understand.”

Byeong-jun, who answered the question, looked at the broken liquid with a blank expression on his phone and sighed.

“Leave it alone. We can't. Gregory's not gonna like it if we go see Kiska now. I'm at my parents' house, and it's funny that you should visit. See you when you get back.”

Gun still looks back at Byeong-jun with his phone in his hand.

“Hey, can you send a phone to Kiska? ”

Byeong-jun thought for a moment and nodded.

“I'll ask Miroslav for the address. If you tell them you're not coming, they'll let you know. ”

“Please, brother. ”

“Yeah, and by the way, Kiska wasn't talking on purpose. I've heard that before, but it's embarrassing when I start talking. ”

The gun sighs as it sweeps the crystal away.

“You're probably right to open your mouth because you have a reason to talk, or because you're forced to. ”

Byeong-jun leaned down, clasped behind his neck.

“Phew, let me tell you something. I loved him so much. Anyway, don't think about it. Don't even think about going to Georgia. ”

When the case didn't answer, Byung-jun turned his head to the case and resolutely looked at him.

“I'm not saying forget it. I'll forward you the phone. I'll text you. I've been in touch a lot. But it doesn't make sense for you to go there in this situation. Gregory went to think quietly because he had some things to take care of, and an old folks' house.

He's gone to. Wait quietly. Hey, answer me. ”

The gun sighed and said.

“Phew · · Okay. ”

“Okay, I made a promise. Don't say anything else. ”

There was silence in the car between the two of you. When I got out of the car, Miroslav, who was waiting until I arrived at Red Kessle, approached me to see if I had received a report in advance from a member of the driving team.

“How are you? You spoke to the lady? ”

You nod, smiling helplessly.

“Yes · ·”

Miroslav approaches the case after looking to pick up Byeong-jun, who is unloading.

“Let's talk for a moment. ”

Miroslav walks a large garden with a shotgun. A Miroslav bitten by a group of followers opens his mouth, walking alone with a gun.

“It's been four days since you and your boss went to Georgia. Two days later, the boss told her that he was going to be staying in Georgia for a long time, and as expected, she burst into tears and panic. I cried myself to sleep, I woke up, I cried again, and I fell asleep in front of my father.

He eventually opened his mouth. ”

Looking at the ground, I turned my head.

“I beg your pardon?”

Miroslav sighs for a moment, eye to eye.

“Dad · · · ·. I hate it. ”

The gun lowers its head again and takes a step.

“I see. That would have been the first thing you said to your father. Gregory would have been disappointed. ”

Miroslav nods, clinging to you.

“Yes, you don't seem very empowered to call me every morning. But on the other hand, you are fortunate that this has opened your mouth. ”

“Right · · ·”

“Hey, Kay. I have a favor to ask of you. ”

The gun stops and asks.

“Yes, what is it? ”

Miroslav pulls out a black phone in his arms. The folder phones, not the latest smartphones, were old Motorola products that did not have Internet access. Miroslav, who gave up his cell phone, asked for a favor.

“I want the boss to talk to you more often. And · · · The boss wants you to tell him you're sorry. ”

Gun flinches after taking a call from Miroslav.

“Yes · · I don't care if I want to make a call, but why give me this old phone? This is an unbeatable model. I'll send you the latest cell phone through my brother. ”

“Oh, no. It's meaningful. The boss says you're still saying the least. So I think you want to make her talk more with a phone that is not just a text message, but a phone that is just a phone. ”

The gun looks at the phone, then nods and puts it in his pocket.

“Okay, I'll do that. ”

Miroslav looks at the watch and says,

“The girl should have been on the phone by now. I've saved your number, so you can call me when you want. ”

“Yes, thank you for your concern. ”

“No, you asked me before you left. Even if I wasn't confident, since I was told to cooperate in all of Kay's work, I'm just following the boss' instructions. ”

“Hehe, yes, thank you. ”

“You must be tired from the long flight. I'm sorry to take your time. Rest."

“Yes, I will. ”

As the Miroslav drifted away, he pulled the phone out of his pocket, opened the folder and saw the saved phone number. There was only one phone number stored in the phonebook, and there was no name given to the number. When you see a number that starts with a shuffle international phone number, close the folder.

I put my phone in my pocket and slowly walked away. When he opened the door of the annex, Bottle Joon, who was pulling the laundry out of the carrier, turned his head and asked.

“What did he say?”

Gun took off his coat, sat on the couch, and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“I want you to use this to talk to Kiska. ”

“Huh? So I don't have to send you my phone? Did he call Kiska? ”

“Yes, I think so. ”

“Give me your phone number. Let me talk to him, too. ”

“I'll ask Kiska. ”

“Oh, that's right. All right, give me the laundry. Give me the washing machine. ”

“Yes, I will. Oh, man. You said you were gonna stick it because of the stuff we were going to study. ”

“Oh, right. That."

“Yes, I'll stay here for now. I'm gonna have to call Daniel Weiss. ”

Byeong-jun tilted his head as he pulled out a pair of socks from the carrier.

“Daniel Weiss? Who was the CEO of the Metropolitan Museum of Art? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

“What about him? ”

“I'm going to do some research at the museum. ”

“Huh? Paint something? ”

“Hehe, no. ”

Byeong-jun gave me a curious look and asked me again, taking my luggage off the carrier.

“Just tell me if you need me. I know a guy with a museum pass in New York. It's a black card or something. Rich people have it. If they have it, they can see all the museums. ”

The gun shakes its hand and says,

“It's okay, I have to concentrate, I have to go in after hours alone. ”

Byeong-jun stopped his hand wrapping the carrier and raised his head again.

“Is that possible? ”

“Hehe, that's why I have to ask Daniel Weiss. ”

“No matter how CEOs do it, ”

The gun shrugs and smiles.

“Do you know why I came to Red Kessle? ”

“Don't know, why? ”

“Gregory and Daniel Weiss are friends. I've been asked by him. ”

“Oh? So Daniel Weiss can't refuse your request? ”

“Hehe, I guess. ”

“Okay, got it. If you say you're going to Nepal again, I'm glad you're in New York. ”

“Haha, yes. And Nepal didn't go on a trip, he went on a shoot. ”

“All right, give me the laundry, asshole! ”

“Oh! Okay. ”

When I helped him with his luggage, he operated the washing machine, came into the room, plugged the old phone into a charger, and placed it on the bed. I didn't know when the phone was coming, so I turned off the phone that switched to ringtone and picked up my phone. A few calls made to me cry

The phone rings with a happy voice.

“Oh! Kay, long time no see! ”

The gun sits on the bed and smiles.

“How are you feeling, Daniel? ”

“Of course, I'm doing well. Gregory told you. His daughter told you? ”

“Yes, I think it's still quite walkable. ”

“Where is it? Thank you very much, Kay. ”

“Hehe, would you do me a favor if you would be so kind? ”

“Oh! Do me a favor, I'll do anything." ”

“New York Polymath Museum opens until 5: 00pm, right? ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

“Can you let me in and out of the museum after hours? ”

“Hmm? What's going on · ·”

“I need some musical research, so there's a lot of paintings. Is there a security problem? ”

Daniel Weiss seemed to think beyond the phone for a moment.

“Mmm · · · Musical research · ·"

“Yes, this is absolutely necessary. ”

“Yes, you are. What are you worried about, then?" ”

“Thank you, Daniel. ”

“Haha, no. I'll give you an employee. ”

“Oh, you don't have to do that. ”

“Haha, we also have a principle, so employees should stick to it. ”

I nodded and accepted that it didn't make sense to leave myself alone in a place of famous paintings that were supposed to be secure like iron bars.

“Yes, I understand. I'll come by tomorrow.”

“Oh, right tomorrow? Okay, I'll be ready. ”

“Thank you. See you tomorrow, Daniel. ”

“Oh, yeah! I bought a Fury album. That song was so exciting, it was amazing! ”

“Haha, thank you. ”

Since then, Daniel's hymn has been going on for a long time, and for more than 10 minutes, he left his phone on the bed and took a shower. Drying my wet hair while I was charging my old phone, I waited for Kiska to call me late at night and fell asleep. Sting

A green light indicating that the old phone was charging on top was making a small light all night alone.

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