Great Novelist

“None.”

“Nothing.”

He said at the same time: We split up the zones, but no one found the USB. After all, there is no USB in the workshop. It didn't take much time. It was because his workshop had its own order and was not very spacious.

“What should I do?”

The worker asked with grief. He knew what was inside his lost belongings. Open drawers and scattered data. There were traces of him looking for it in many places. He said as he looked around the workshop.

“I can't help it. ”

“Is it that easy to get over? ”

It's not going to be easy. I'm just accepting the situation. After all, the USB was gone and, like most when things were gone, he just emptied his head and listened to the sounds of dogs howling from afar, accompanied by confusion.

“Maybe the dog got bit. ”

“Don't write a novel here. ”

He, who did not fit in with the jokes, once again thought about the situation in his mind.

He tried to retreat from the sand. There was a USB flash drive in his pocket, there was a laptop in his workshop, and in a small amount of time, Australia merged the two items. Then I went to see the dog.

“Are you sure this is the last place you saw her? ”

“Maybe.”

“You didn't leave it at the dog house? ”

“I don't think so. ”

“That's strange.”

Keung mutters as he looks around his workshop. Strange, that's for sure. I often feel strange when my memory and reality don't match. It's easy to get away from the strange. You can summon a ghost or lure the dog. Either one of them stole it or stole it. Simply understand it and it ends simple.

“What are you doing?"

I was thinking about it, and I heard a voice behind me. There was a warm head there. He opened his mouth before we did.

“It's nothing. ”

“I don't think so. ”

He looks around the studio and says, A messy space unfolds.

“Why are you so horny? ”

“The dog came in. ”

“Dog?”

“Or a ghost. ”

“Ghost?”

He glances at him with a look that he doesn't fully understand. And then...

“What a different coincidence. I can't keep up. ”

He said, covering his hot head so I couldn't see his face well. I was intruding when he was looking at him.

“Have you seen the flash drive? ”

He tilts his head to the side. Hot hair is pulled to one side. I was making a claim that I hadn't seen it with my whole body.

“What kind of USB drive is this? ”

“I lost it. I'm looking for it. Where the hell did this go? ”

His eyes look up at the words of his peers. I was trying to remember something.

“I don't know.”

“You've seen it, right? ”

"It was a bold tone," he said, but I was convinced. He asked with a curious expression.

“Me? When? ”

“You talked to me here. when my USB stick was plugged into my laptop. ”

“Ah, is that it? I didn't see it. There's a writer in front of you. Would you notice that? Besides, I'm not a writer anymore, so I don't look around. ”

I looked at the room naturally when I came in. Habits cannot be discarded overnight. But I couldn't say anything if I didn't see it. He just nods. And I said,

“I'm hungry.”

Hah, I heard a ridiculous laugh on the floor. He turned his gaze to the ground. I was looking under the bookshelf with my cheeks on the ground.

“You hungry for this? ”

“I see.”

He stood up and said.

“Yeah. Let's take our time finding what's in this house, anyway. He'll come out one day unless his feet run off. ”

He's right. He rarely loses things. If it wasn't for Linda's house, getting the USB out of her pocket wouldn't have happened. It was a place of peace. And now this is happening.

“Dinner's ready. What are you doing here? ”

It's an address. You show yourself behind him, blocking the entrance.

“Are you cleaning the room? ”

She looks around the workshop and asks. The man closest to her opens his mouth.

“I heard the writer accidentally forgot something. ”

“What?"

“USB. That's what he wrote. ”

She was hardly surprised to hear that. Keeping a calm look on her face, her friend Im Hyun hisses like a writer.

“Did you have a good look? ”

“Yes.”

“To the corner?”

“Yes.”

Rookie replies. With his face on the ground, I can tell you he found it all the way around.

“I'll see what I can find. ”

“You're a player in finding your stuff. ”

Workers leaned aside and said that. I nodded, not denying the book.

He was the one who dried her up.

“Let's start with dinner. It's cold.”

“Warm it up. So you guys want to eat first? ”

I couldn't do that. She starts exploring the Geiger Nose Desk. It was close to the laptop, so it was the most powerful place. Despite repeated searches by Gwon Woo and Australia, the USB was unfortunately unavailable.

Will I come out when the speaker finds me?

You hear a sound behind you.

“You should have handled it better. I'll come with you. ”

He turns around and looks him in the eye. And I thought, well, if it's not a dog or a ghost, what's left?

“I see. He's a little excited to eat something delicious. ”

“When I was a kid, I used to make mistakes. Don't think about it too much. Don't let your guard down next time you're excited. ”

“I'll keep that in mind.”

So I searched his workshop again, but I couldn't see the USB either. After a long time, he spoke again. This time in a different way.

“I'm starving. Can we please eat dinner now? ”

She stopped when she heard she was hungry.

“Yes. A worker came and helped me. ”

“Yes.”

“We'll look a little further. ”

The hot head said. He turns to his desk. I move my hands as if I'm looking for something. I heard groaning and banging.

I heard voices of speech and friendship from afar. There's only two left.

He summoned him.

“Huh?"

He replied.

“How did you know? ”

“What?”

“There's an article on my USB. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

He didn't tell him. He grinned as he laughed.

“I heard a little conversation with my coworkers. When I came to call. ”

“So the USB knew right away. He reacted as if he had never heard of him. ”

“· · Was it? I didn't see it, so I said it like that, but if I don't say it correctly, it's a misunderstanding. ”

“That's why I'm scared. I mean, you know, it's a job, so there's a lot of emotion to it. ”

I know the horror of words because it is a job for horses. I feel how close the truth and lies are. I accidentally shove it in my mouth because it doesn't exist. It's easy and simple. I don't know how big that is. So we may be looking for evidence. Visible evidence. Evidence. It needs to be real so we can get rid of it.

He looked at his desk and said.

“That's odd. I left it here for sure, but I can't find it and it won't come out. ”

“That's what it means to lose. When you wake up, it's already gone. I'm pretty sure I did. ”

The scorching head releases its hand from the desk and turns its head.

“He's upset and angry, and it's all his fault, and he can't blame anyone else. Right? Don't boil it too deep. We'll find it. ”

Kind words. I looked him in the eye. He was also looking at himself.

“Thank you for coming with me. That's enough.”

“Can I give up so easily? ”

“Yes.”

His eyes distorted with a single answer.

“It's no big deal to write to a writer by any chance? ”

“When did I say that? ”

He opened his eyes a little sharply and asked.

“You know you're a writer. Writing is important."

He laughs a little.

“Well, it doesn't look like it at all. I'm not a writer anymore. ”

Not a writer. He laughed.

“Then can I doubt it? ”

“You're welcome.”

“Don't you know why we only say we're the culprits? ”

He kept his mouth shut. He kindly informed him of the situation. To show you how dangerous his words were.

“Writers don't steal. because they know what it means. Handle others' writings. It's abandoning the name of an author. ”

By the time he gave up creation, he was no longer a writer.

“Only writers are here. ”

I was desperate to believe that, too, in my textbooks. He asked him.

“But what did you just say? ”

He said he wasn't a writer. He thought, "Unless it's a dog or a ghost, what's left is a person." Everyone here is a writer. But there was someone left.

He saw him.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Horses are scary. You can't pick it up if you spit. ”

I can't fix this at all. And he said:

“Everyone makes mistakes. Adults or children. ”

His lips were slightly trembling. It looked frustrating and uneasy.

“Then, why don't you try to find it? ”

He asked with a slightly locked voice. Beyond the warm hair, his embarrassment is revealed. It was filled with malice. It was the face of the person who wanted to bring something down to his place. He wants it broken. I hope he falls. He's blind. Warm hair covers it.

He smiles and opens his mouth casually.

“It's okay to keep the text at home, and the documents on the USB have passwords on them. You can't steal a ghost or a dog. If you're here, you'll come out one day. You'll get it then. ”

His face disappears. Away from the end he wanted.

“Glad to hear it."

I'm furious. His face is a mess with tears. He was being unfair as if something had been taken from him.

“Coincidental writers are great. ”

A twisted sentence came to mind. He said the same thing before.

“It's a victory lap. So it's still a failure to flatter grown-ups with an unfamiliar face. ”

“I'm not being sarcastic, I'm being sarcastic. I'm afraid of horses.”

I can't help but be distracted by the listener.

“Look at this. You have no idea. I feel like I'm being cared for by a kid like you. ”

He just looked at him calmly. That made him angrier.

“Why don't you get angry? Give it to me, I'm sure you stole it. ”

“I don't want to.”

He said lightly.

“I have to write. I don't want to waste my emotion in a place like this. ”

“You make people miserable. ”

“No.”

No, he draws the line decisively.

End of Face (4)

lim Han-baek