Great Novelist

“What is there to report to me? ”

“What a coincidence. Please be sure to know your location. You're a walking hangover. ”

“That too, from afar, is actually nothing. ”

“No, you have great possibilities. I know.”

“Thank you for saying that. ”

“So think positive. ”

To the concerned Lord, faith was said in a desperate tone.

“Because this is a novel, it's not about exposing yourself, is it? Why don't you let me read you the rest of the story? ”

“I don't know.”

“I'll write you well. You don't believe me? Don't you believe in my name for nothing? ”

He recalled the articles he had seen earlier. People were already passionate about her novel showing up with someone who imitated her. I was looking forward to what kind of portrait to draw. No matter what role she plays, it's already been confirmed that her name will always follow.

Well, then.

“I don't think it's a bad idea to try. ”

“Really? Really? ”

A voice full of anticipation. He eventually agreed to agree. It seemed to be quite interesting to appear in her work.

“Okay, I'll cooperate. ”

You hear cheer. He reveals his monotonous life ahead of time. I don't have any particular hobbies. At school or at home, writing is everything.

“Are you sure you want to do this? ”

“Well, well. Don't worry about a thing. Leave the discovery to me, and you can relax. ”

Faith was already excited.

“When would you like it? Where do you want to meet? ”

“I'm that student, so consider that. Would you do it as an interview if it was in the paper? ”

“I'd love to go on a field trip. ”

“Are you going after the school? You'll be stuck at the gate. ”

“Oh, I'll be happy in your workshop. Where do you write? ”

“Home.”

“Can I go? ”

There's no reason not to. I've never made it public with a writer before. So, he and his faith decided to cover the story.

And the next day, the advent of faith was to announce the results of a momentary forgotten pertussis, and listen to the supporters who were looking forward to the news of the award.

He got up early in the morning. The window of the room was opened to ventilate. There was nothing much different about the day before. I cleaned up a little on the desk. What she wants to see is not in a neatly organized room. He prepared to go out as is.

“Did I tell you he was coming today? ”

After closing the door, I left the room, and my mother asked me in the living room. He nods.

“Yes, I'm not going to stay that long. There's nothing to see. ”

“Yes. Did you clean the room? Can I do that for you? ”

“It's okay to leave it alone. ”

Mother nodded kindly. She is a student but does not interfere deeply with her son who is also involved in social life. I knew what I needed to do as a student and what I needed to respect as a society with a job. Thank you.

“I'll be back.”

“Watch out for the car. ”

“Yes.”

That's how he went out to meet his faith. He looked up at the sky. It is cloudy. The wind blows hard. It wasn't a good day. Faith is probably full of encouragement without giving in to this weather.

As I walked in the wind, I smelled the smell of spicy bread. It was evidence that he had almost arrived at the meeting place. I came out of the alley and raised my head. Faith stood in front of the subway station with a camera.

“This is a heavy-looking camera. ”

“Essential for a cover story. ”

She shakes the camera around her neck slightly. It was a look of self-esteem. Her face was bright as expected.

“Perfect day for a cover story. ”

Her hair flutters. She looks around, not caring at all.

“This is the neighborhood where we live. Bread smells good. ”

I took a big breath. He asked her.

“Where do you want to go? ”

“The workshop is one of the most curious, but let's leave it at the main dish and take a detour around the park. ”

Her gaze was on the park beyond the traffic light.

“I've never been covered like this before, so what can I do? ”

I walked into the park and asked. Faith answered while touching the camera.

“Whatever you want? ”

“Comfortable coverage. ”

“I've never covered a co-author before, either. Wouldn't it be nice to have something stuck in it? As always.”

The moment I meet the material I want to write comes suddenly. A word of faith is a moment of truth. He walked to the place where the path closed. It was a familiar street.

“This is mainly for morning workouts. ”

“You're exercising?”

“Even though I'm running. ”

“Excellent.”

She recounted the history of her undisclosed access to the gym.

“The sheets were so warm before the gym. ”

He empathized with what she said. The duvet is very warm before the morning workout. The writer and the writer had such everyday conversations.

“I'm doing a fountain show. ”

In the middle of the park, a fountain emerges. Multiple patterns of water were dispersed in the air with colored lasers. It was surrounded by people. There were not many people.

“Oh, good. Maybe I should sit down while I watch. ”

They headed for a staircase chair with a fountain. He pulled the beverage from the vending machine next door and handed it to her.

“Do you come here often? ”

“Yes, there's a botanical garden behind the fountain. ”

Every time the fountain rises, the heads of those watching the waterway rise together. I looked at the person rather than the fountain. He knew that faith was also more interested in people than in fountains. To be more precise, you're interested in people. He muttered.

“That's why I don't know if I'm looking at fountains or people. ”

“I can't help it. I'm a writer.”

Faith lifted the camera. It was easy to predict where the focus was headed.

“Do you want a V? ”

“Stay put. He's handsome.”

“Thank you.”

It is a bold answer to a bold compliment. Chuckle. A dull sound fills the gap between Lord and faith.

“How much will I get if I sell this? ”

“Who buys a normal high school picture? ”

“Of course.”

I lowered the camera again, tasting like it was a waste of faith. When you tell me to believe. He laughed at the exaggerated reaction.

“I read a book. ”

“New?”

He said, "Yeah, it's a really short show. ”

A friend of Professor Dong. A friend who resolved the case and wrote almost the last letter in English. Not even gender was depicted. Originally, I couldn't even get the attention I wanted.

“What role do I play in novels? ”

“I don't know yet. Before the plaintiff. I'm not good with plots. It's better to keep it to a minimum. Thanks to you, it's possible to change freely. Instead, we need to focus more on research and retreat. ”

“I see.”

There was also a writer of her type. Different authors write differently. Writing is not a regulated sport. I don't care if you want to kick the ball out of the audience.

“You have a studio, right? ”

“Yes, the place that she introduced me to. It's a small office. It's pretty good. ”

She puts a spark in her mouth as the section emerges during the conversation.

“The section sister now has an inn. ”

“An inn? What inn? ”

“I don't know. I don't know where Gangwon is, but if her writing doesn't work out, she goes to the inn. ”

It's not a trip, it's an inn. Or should I think of the purpose of the trip as an inn? Anyway, it was unusual.

“How unusual is that? I'm taking my laptop and my data with me, and I'm taking a room. And it's a tremendous turnaround. If you look at the article from there, I think I might try it too. ”

The faith flashed and asked. While telling the story of the section, the eyes were on themselves.

“What about you? What are you doing if it doesn't work out? ”

I turned in front of him. Her current interests were merely coincidences. He thought for a moment and replied.

“Not so much. It doesn't always work out that well. ”

She grimaces. It is an honest reaction.

“What a jerk I have to be to write. You look a lot different. ”

“That's too much.”

“Are you sure you don't want to do something else? Except when it doesn't work out. ”

“It's just normal. Pick up a pen and write. ”

“Normally, you don't see ghosts. ”

“I can see it. Write a novel.”

“Are you saying I'm not writing a novel? ”

“You can't talk like that. ”

A ghost is a conversation with a novel. It was a conversation with an intangible article. If I hadn't written, ghosts wouldn't have met either. Having said that, faith only nodded its head. And he said,

“You can be a ghost sometimes. ”

It was so sudden. However, the inside of my chest became strangely uncomfortable. Stabbed.

“Why?”

“Ghosts aren't surprised when they see ghosts. ”

The wind blows violently. The rising stream bends to the side.

“You can see ghosts, but you can't. The same.”

She checked the photos on the camera.

“It's definitely on. ”

“Because he's alive.”

“It's a little too bad. ”

She seemed quite genuinely disappointed. It was worth it. If she was a ghost, she could have had the experience she wanted without drinking.

“Well, it could be half a ghost. ”

“What does that mean? ”

She asked, and he lightly frowned. I could not answer that I was dead and alive.

“A prominent scholar said there's a good chance that the world is a hologram. We don't know much yet. ”

“What are you talking about, SF? ”

He drank a sip of the drink in his hand. The liquid in the barrel came into my mouth. You can see a stream of water rising in between the slightest glances. You look like a ghost, shaken by the wind. The drops fell at a rapid rate. And it never came back up.

“What? Why is it already stopping? The notice said 9: 00. ”

The children who were jogging around the fountain stopped. Those who looked at the fountain left, one by one, grumbling. A child points to the fountain and says to his father, It seemed like he was proud to say what he only knew. They'll soon have a fountain.

He leaves. You can see him heading to the playground next door. People do that when the fountain stops. He said with a cold gaze that he felt by his side.

“You're slowing down.”

“Yes. No one ever wonders the truth of the case. There are no detectives here. ”

“Maybe he's already left the reasoning behind. Most likely because of the weather. ”

It's windy. The fountain show doesn't look good in this weather. However, the writer of the deduction novel sitting next to him was not satisfied with the circumstances of the incident.

“Let's imagine a little bit more. ”

He accepted her words.

“So it's a murder, too. Fountain Keeper Murder. A capable detective sniffed out the smell of blood and tragedy and ran to it. ”

He disagreed as if he had waited for the faith.

“Maybe it's an incompetent detective. Curiosity, deduction, a detective with no sidekick. ”

“So the unsub was lucky? I met an incompetent detective. ”

“No. In my novel, the unsub reveals himself unconditionally. It will bring an unfortunate end in some way. ”

“Well, that turned out to be an unfortunate culprit. ”

He said it was unconditional. Stubbornness in the same end was a great burden for the creator. It could be a weakness. There are people who do bad things, and there are people who live well, and there are people who can't do good things. But she has decided. She made a choice.

I will show no mercy.

He didn't give her a toss about her choice.

The End of the Book (5)

lim Han-baek