Great Novelist

“Susan.”

“Welcome. You look healthy. You've grown a lot for two years. ”

Coin's mother Susan greeted him in the living room. She stills. Tea cups are placed on the table, whether she was just drinking tea.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this. ”

“Don't pay attention and make yourself comfortable. There's plenty of room, so pick one. ”

She points to this floor with her chin. The neck movement is the same as a coin. He took his luggage up to this floor. You see the closed Coin Workshop. He chose the room he had previously been in.

“Drop your luggage and come in. ”

The coin points to the workshop. I didn't even listen to the answer and went inside first.

“I'd like a glass of water, please. ”

He muttered in the air and walked to the other side.

“Still here. ”

The familiar structure greets you as you go inside with a glass of water in your hand. While slowly looking inside, he looked for something different one by one.

“You switched chairs, right? ”

He pointed to the chair he was sitting on. It was a different chair before. He tapped the chair he was sitting on, not knowing exactly when he bought it.

“The bridge went out and changed. ”

“How?”

“Do you want to know? ”

He stares at the small scratch on the wall for a moment and shakes his head.

“That's enough.”

I can feel how much time he's spent writing this. Then the phone rang. It was not of the Lord. The coin swipes on the phone above the desk and presses the Exit button.

“Who are you?”

“Zara.”

“Are you always so relentless? ”

That's when the vibration in his pocket rings. I didn't need to see who it was. Eventually, he answered the phone. As he grew up, he asked about the current situation in a quiet voice. He added that the phone is not connecting.

“Why do they do that? ”

“I don't know.”

He glanced at the coin. The coin narrows its eyes and extends its hand.

“Let me put you on hold. ”

I handed it over to the coin. He hung up the phone as soon as he got it. And I threw my phone away. He hurriedly draws a parabolic line and sighs.

“Don't treat it like a machine. It's expensive.”

“What a rich guy. You don't think I'm capable of asking? ”

“It means to cherish things. ”

He glared at Coin's mobile phone with liquid crystals. Coins are blatantly ignored. He looked at the books on one side of the bookshelf. There are many books that have not been there before. I saw Cain and Abel's names.

“If the two of you and the violinist meet, ”

What's going to happen? The door opens as Coin's eyebrows move.

“Aren't you hungry? ”

It's Susan. She said it before she heard from her son and the guest.

“I'm hungry. Shall we get dinner started? ”

He got up from his seat.

“Yes. What can I do? ”

“You like fish, don't you? ”

He nods, thinking about the food she cooked last time.

“Come down.”

I turned my back without hesitation. Coins rose from place to place after switching sides between him and Susan.

“I'm full.”

He looked up at the dark sky and said, As the sun sets, the temperature drops. The food in this house had a unique flavor. He walked around in a large circle, briefly digesting. The house of standing coins changes the landscape at night. I looked around in the dark and looked at the conversation that I had during the day.

“Cain and Abel. ”

The first murder took place between two people. You do not accept Cain's sacrifice, only Abel's. Cain is jealous of Abel. Coin's writing was created in his own way, reminiscent of the situation before it went wrong between the two of you. A new human being appears under the background that it is a distant future and a brother is born. Coin focused on the story of the sacrifice. A farmer's big boy and a shepherd's little boy. They had God to serve them.

Brother always wears the same clothes, gets up at the same time, cleanses himself in the same place, and raises the sacrifice at the same time. Sacrifice is different. Sacrifice symbolizes identity. The brothers were very fond of brotherhood, but they could not become one. God did not love the other two beings equally.

Brothers have never been born to fight, nor have they ever hated. They lived a peaceful life, looking only at beautiful things, doing only what they had to do. Coins pinch the reason they were at peace one by one. When the reason is gone, they change.

He thought, what if God was a vegetarian? If so, would it have been another brother to become the first killer? Or maybe there was a murder. Then there may be no war, no slaughter, no death, no humanity.

“In a way, I think my writing is more of a future. ”

Humanity's first kill. Then the war. Peace first or conflict first. It was a confusing problem. Kelly Coin's unique expression was an important part of the article. Unlike rough and vicious nature, I write beautiful and polite writings. I remembered the blue flame that burnt the sacrifice.

He jumped once from where he was. If you turn your head between the wavering vision, there is a coin.

“Violinist.”

He called out the main character in the novel. What will happen to him? If he looks at the world in peace with both eyes, how would he react? Among people who don't know what murder is, how did he stand out? Let's leave him in the dark. Or I'll teach you, what will happen to people who live in completely different worlds?

“Let's let them meet. ”

He closes his eyes. After about five minutes, the coins come out. I found the missing Master. He looked behind him, leaning against the door for a moment. I was openly popular but did not react. I called him with coffee in my hand.

“Hey."

There are no answers. The coin reaches out to him with a disdainful look.

“Hey."

The coin raises its eyebrows. The look in my eyes is offensive.

“Are you picking on me? ”

“· · · · · · Who am I picking on? ”

He blinked his eyes, and the unpleasant energy covered his tracks. Coins made an impression.

“What's with the look on your face? ”

He replied late by a beat.

“I saw something bad. ”

“What do you see? It's dark everywhere.”

With coins circling around, he took a deep breath in secret. I wanted to calm my hangover.

“I like something else, too. ”

“What.”

“Everything. ”

They were both ruined. He bent his knees and sat down. The coin pursues the action with its own eyes.

“Did you come running around? ”

“I jumped from where I was. ”

“At this hour? ”

“I tried to digest it. ”

Coins deliberately made a sound and drank coffee. He shakes his head in blatant behavior.

“I've been thinking. ”

“You're welcome.”

“About your writing. ”

“Is that what burned you? ”

The coin smashes the ice with its teeth without a word. I was rarely drinking coffee frozen.

“Damn draws. ”

I had to laugh at that. I thought I wanted to win. It means you didn't win. There is no despair. I can see some of his writing. Coins must feel the same. At the moment, it is appropriate to say "draw."

“It's an honor to be compared to you, who's a freak of evil. You're the writer for America. ”

The award he received, the recognition he received, the deeds he accomplished. It was all surprising. He recalled a time when he had no money to buy his book. He was a top writer even at the moment of his death. I always carry a bowl of silverware.

“I don't think so. ”

The coin looks like it knows everything.

“You're already thinking about writing the next one. ”

That's right. The reason he realized it was simple.

“Coins too, right? ”

He stands constantly guarding his place. Grab a pen without getting tired.

“Well, there's a boring event waiting. ”

“Cheer up."

“What are you talking about, Yang? I'm not going to be swarmed by you. ”

“Yes, it is. I should at least stick out my face. ”

He shakes his head. I'm tired just thinking about it. I accidentally turned my eyes to darkness, and an unexpected presence appeared in my vision.

“What's that? ”

There was a light.

“I can't believe there's a car coming in here at this hour. ”

The coin stares at the headlight, frowning. The car ran toward here more and more. It was quite fast.

“Are you a guest? Who invited you? ”

“I didn't. ”

“Are you a journalist?”

“Did you come here with a rumor about your neighborhood? ”

“That can't be right. ”

As the car approached, I heard music. A song played in a violin. You're grim. Are you moving a corpse? He got up from his seat. I can see the license plate. The car stopped and the door opened. He steps back, and the coin walks forward. He remembered seeing that car.

“Ta-da!"

“I knew it.”

Zara Jenkins. A Hollywood genius director visits Coin's home. The footsteps of the coin that I was taking without hesitation stopped. He shouts with a pompous face.

“Here I am! ”

You sound like you've been invited. He thought he might have talked to Zahra while he was out. I confirmed that I did not. Just like when I came to meet my growing self, I rushed in.

“It's been a long time. What have I brought you? That's a 53-year-old wine! ”

He told the man that he was doing it on purpose.

“This landlord doesn't like alcohol. ”

“Then I'll drink it! ”

He laughed in vain.

“I was moved by this novel. I ran as soon as I read it. I really enjoyed reading it. How was my movie? You weren't kidding, were you?”

I looked up at my home while growing distracted.

“This is the only house I've ever heard of, by the way. I don't know about that at night. I wanted to see the cornfield, but this is how long it took. I'm sorry to hear that.I had to be late for work. I've been driving for a long time, and I'm tired. Let's get inside quickly. ”

How the hell did you know about this place? I wonder what he's up to. Why did he come? In the questions that come to mind at the same time, he had only tasted.

“Get lost.”

Unlike him, the coin turns its back with only a single word left. The door slammed shut.

“Yes? Really? Are you kidding me? Is it the wine? I brought you another present. ”

The door was not frozen.

“It's tightly closed. ”

I swept my neck with a fluffy color that grows in the words of Lord.

“You can't do this. ”

Suzanne moves her mouth without rest until she comes out of the crowd. Finally, I could barely get next door to him growing up.

Honor of the Traitor (5) End

lim Han-baek