Great Novelist

“Still here. ”

Among the lower buildings, he said, looking at the passers-by. There were not many people. Few people came to visit. There was a rare shop that opened. He stood on one side and waited for a car to come pick him up. Coin should be here any minute.

“Are you listening? ”

“Oh, yes. ”

The phone in my ear had a fever. The other person's voice was the same. Zahra said.

“Surprised that the hotel was empty. ”

“It wouldn't have happened if there had been a common sense to contact you before you came. ”

“You have my explicit permission. ”

“I've never heard of it. ”

You hear a grumbling sound. He moved a little to avoid disturbing the people unloading from the truck. I fixed the hat. There is no gaze towards this side.

“So, no coins yet? ”

“Yes.”

“You're going there, right? The White House.”

“Yes.”

I checked the time with an unspoken answer. The appointment time is coming. He looked at the cars passing by. Not as many cars as people.

“You said you were on a talk show. Be prepared."

“Open your mouth. It's everyday. ”

At that time, I saw a car heading this way. That's it. He realizes it's the car he's been waiting for and moves on. The car stopped right in front of you. Zahra was talking, but he said in a hurry.

“Okay, bye. ”

“Yes? No. ”

I pressed the button without hesitation. The car stopped and the door opened. The person who wears sunglasses and gets nervous was obviously a coin. After two years, he looked very bad in the morning. He said hello first.

“How are you? ”

“Wait. I'm going to get some coffee. ”

I wondered why it was standing like that. I looked behind him, rushing to the car and loaded him up.

“This.”

I found a red sign in the back seat. It's about to fall to the ground. He pushes it in and carefully raises the sign. There was a smile on my mouth. Underlined and noted. I crouch. I duck to take a closer look, but I hear voices. My body was trembling.

“Excuse me.”

It is unique in pronunciation. The truck unloads all its crates and leaves. The blockage was pierced.

“Yes.”

“May I ask for directions? ”

“I don't know about this place. Why don't you ask the guy at the store? ”

The opponent blinks and pushes his cell phone in. He couldn't quite understand his answer. He swoops around and asks.

“Where are you from? ”

“Spanish.”

He nods.

“Can you tell me where you want to go? ”

The opposing Pokémon's eyes widen. The unexpected Spanish was pleased. A familiar language is heard, and a group standing behind her steps forward to speak the area. He realized it was the park Coin talked about one day. I have not been, but I know where I am I went to the store just in case. I asked in English.

“Can we go out this way? ”

“Yes, it will take about half an hour. It's faster this way. ”

The shop owner stepped up quite actively and showed me the way. After delivering the message as is, they notice where the road is confused and nod. I felt confident in my face.

“Thank you."

“Have a great trip. ”

When he returned to his car, Coin stood holding the driver's seat door. The glass was already empty. It was a much more relaxed attitude than before.

“What did you do? ”

“I asked for directions. ”

“If you know this place, how much do you know? ”

“It's one of the few places. ”

“Well, there's not much to see here. ”

He added that he went to the store and received a confirmation. I wouldn't have misinformed you. He tried to say hello because of the coffee.

“He's a coincidence? ”

You hear an ominous sound. This is the group who asked for directions. Those people who just said hello are stopping.

“Come on, get in. ”

Coin grabs the wheel and says: He listened to him.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes.”

He replied, and came a little closer. Coins start silently. As they step back, the car departs. I looked at the remaining travelers and said,

“What's the rush? ”

“It's annoying. ”

“So much for the reader. ”

“Realistically, I have too many readers to deal with. ”

He was filled with a feeling that no one would disturb him. He no longer spoke and looked at the fast-paced landscape. Not long ago, a cornfield came out. It's been a long time since I've seen a landscape.

“Still.”

The coin snorts a little.

“That's the first corn I've ever seen with you. ”

The corn you have seen in the past is no longer here. He looked out quietly.

“Do I? ”

He held the prevented book in the back seat in his hand. The coin rolls its eyes and looks at itself. I felt like I was staring.

“This cover is red and prominent. ”

He snores.

“How was it?”

“You read my book, right? ”

He took a moment to look at the book in his hands and tailored it to his end.

“Yes, I read it. ”

It was a slightly different version of the English language than my own book. Coins speed up.

“Scared? He's a step ahead of you. ”

“No way.”

“I saw it in my eyes. ”

The coin lowers its voice. I was a little careless, but I thought I'd lose my horse because of the noise around me. He closed the window. Wind and sound from the outside are blocked.

“There was nervousness in your writing. On the surface, it was a two-year break, but I know. There's no way a beast trapped inside us can afford it. When you deal with blood and flesh, even writers get excited. ”

He turned the book around.

“You're a beast. ”

“You lost this time, right? ”

The car speeds up. There was nothing standing in the way. He recalled the coin's words.

“The Earth of the future. The advent of a new humanity. A history without a single page. A time when everything is the first time. ”

The world of Kelly Coin. A brother was born there.

“The world where the first killing did not take place. ”

Brothers don't know. Humans don't know. They didn't know what it was like to kill a man.

“I stayed up all night. I read it several times. ”

It's not like a world where people die sometimes. Excellent. I was impressed. I read it without breathing. I felt good. I saw the coin. His collar moves.

"But you've been nervous for two years without me. ”

The car is in a big rattle. You are in a hurry to lose speed. He raises his mouth.

“Anxiety comes from certainty. The moment I believe this pain is cancer, the moment I believe he's a robber, the moment I believe the end of the world is coming. Hope disappears, fights cancer whether it's there or not, runs away from robbery, prays to God. ”

“It's a long story. ”

“It's quite annoying to be promised release to someone who can see the beast trapped inside us, isn't it? ”

The coin kicks its tongue into its insides. I knew better than anyone what he was going to say.

“I saw it, too. You're nervous.”

“Damn it.”

I spit out a long speech. Coins put the book of Autumn in sight like a touch. Excellent. I was impressed. I read it without breathing. I felt very dirty. That book was bound for all kinds of sins.

“I felt blood on my hands. ”

Coin said with a firm expression.

“Your writing has always been accompanied by self-restraint. That's not what I wrote. ”

His speech grew. He tilts his head back.

“You fucking got rid of the body in the castle. There are wars and massacres all over the place, and those who grew up inside have never seen a corpse. For them, the world feels peaceful. The only one who thought it was weird was the violinist. ”

It's bad luck to see things alone.

“Such a pitiful sight for a hundred eyes to shed tears. A terrible time. You pushed it into readers' hearts to empathize. There's no hope. You feel doomed. Everyone deserves to die. After all, there is a letter that only humans can read. ”

At the same time, a traitor appears. They had to be influenced in some way. I had to change my values. I had to change my mind. I had to communicate the situation. I had to overcome the crisis. I had to in order to survive.

“I had to be closer to sin than anyone else. ”

I had no choice but to put my head into that cruel horror. You have to know to sue. I had to empathize with their pain and reality. We had to go through it together. When the flag is shaken, my heart flutters. I can't go back alive. We can't even find the body.

“It's a terrible story. Your restlessness encourages that. ”

Coin asked.

“You knew, didn't you? ”

He rubbed his forehead.

“My feet itched. ”

“What foot? ”

“My blisters burst as I was writing. ”

A blister caused by combat boots. Blisters from touching shoes and feet. A blister made of sweat. Combat boots are not shoes that are comfortable for your feet. It's hard to walk for long. It was a shoe for battle. Heavy and hard, so even trying to protect it hurts. Even if you change your socks a dozen times, put on your insoles, and tighten your laces, your feet hurt in battle boots. You will suffer while you are reporting. The violinist is the one who tried to take it off. He was trying to take it off. From the violinist's point of view, I was a little curious about what his life would look like.

“Even if it's awful to me, it's not as sweet as your writing, is it? ”

The car changed direction. He wrote coins in his mouth.

“Because at the end of the day, it's murder and drinking. ”

“I can't help it. Background before the first murder. That was something that was going to happen. Brother kills brother. ”

“I've looked into the last chapter for a long time. ”

“It wasn't that important. ”

What he focused on was before the murder.

“It was a snowy place to know. ”

“You're not the one who's going to kill the traitor. ”

“It's in the past. In the end, everyone dies. ”

The story of being free from sin and the story of going to sin. The two stories that walk the opposite path are not similar. Coin and Australia wrote along their own path. He looked at the white house from afar. I smell grass. It's peaceful.

“Even.”

The car stops. He opens the door and sets his foot on the ground.

Honor of the Traitor (4) End

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