Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

112 police. Please do say.

"Yes, good work. I just got a text from my girlfriend suggesting suicide, so please go quickly."

- What's your girlfriend's location?

"I feel like I'm at home.”

Home?

"Yes. The address is Jugong 7, ·········· in Sancheoneo-dong, Seoul."

Then contact your family.

"Yes, ··?"

-Report it to your mom.

"Whose mother? My mom?"

No, tell your girlfriend's mom to report it to her.

"That's not crazy. I feel like I'm alone right now."

"Give it to me."

Ji Sun-kyung, who was listening next to her, couldn't resist the frustration and stole the phone.

"Hello!"

Yes, go ahead.

"What's your name with you?"

- ·······Huh?

"If you've filed a report, you should register first. Why are you making your own decisions? Are you going to take responsibility for the death of your child?”

- Nine out of ten reported suicides ··· I'm sorry. Please give me your address.

"You have to bark like this to listen to me? That's not why you're listening to the bidding."

Yes, I understand, so calm down and tell me your address.

The police's attitude was very intrusive, but as the situation was a situation, they told me to tell them the address and send an ambulance with them.

It took us about 30 minutes to get there.

In a hurry, I called Sung-ah. I'm meeting my friends in Sinchon.

Moon Jung-eun's phone was completely off.

A momentarily ominous image passed by.

Moon Jung-eun, bleeding from her wrist and lying in the middle of the room, ········

A sigh came out of itself.

"Whoow~············……"

"Don't worry. People don't die that easily.”

Johnson looked into the rearview mirror and reassured me, but the pounding heart did not calm down easily.

"I drew my wrist with a cutter knife ···."

Unless you stab your arm to the point of breaking it, you won`t die from excessive bleeding. Blood hardens faster than you think."

"I'm nervous because my child drank too much ···."

"Johnson, let's step on it."

"Yes Madame. Buckle up."

Boo Woo Woo Woo Woo!

The heavy BMW 7 made a narrow cut between the cars, ready to shoot an angry run.

It was a little scary, but seeing his sister calm down, I didn't think I had to doubt Johnson's driving skills.

About 10 minutes later, a call came from the dispatched police.

The light is on in the small room that is connected to the hallway, but the front door is locked and no one comes out even if you press the bell.

There is no grandmother and little brother.

If 119 men are handed a phone call and are in an emergency, they can forcibly open the door and enter, so make a judgment on me.

"Yes, just open it. My phone has been turned off since I got a text saying I was going to kill myself."

***

A police car and 119 ambulance built in front of the apartment.

The vocal cords flew up first, and my sister and I got out of the car and immediately got on the elevator.

I thought the hallway would be crowded, but there were not many onlookers unexpectedly. Only the mother and daughter who seemed to be next door were snooping.

By the time he reached the front of the house, a police officer came out of the front door with his cell phone on his ear.

Maybe he called me, but the phone in his hand rang.

"I'm the one who called."

"Oh, yes. Sergeant Choi Jung-hwan, we have a reporter.”

"Uh, tell him to come in."

He went straight into the house.

It was the same structure as Sung Ah's. On the right side of the main room, a 119 member was squatting and doing something, and a middle-aged police officer stood next to him.

said the vocal cords that were floating on it and watching the situation.

[It's okay. I think I fell asleep after drinking.]

Whew, ·······

The 119 men were disinfecting Moon's wrists.

"How'd it go?"

When I ask, I answer in a light tone as if it's nothing.

"I had a little bleeding on my wrist."

It was exactly what Brother Johnson said. It is said that the blood has flowed, but it has hardened immediately, and the wound is not deep enough to go to the emergency room.

The young man went on calmly, perhaps trying to reassure me.

"There are a lot of people who hurt themselves after drinking, but most of them end up here."

"Yes, yes, yes."

asked the middle-aged police who were watching from the side.

"Who's the caller?"

My sister Sunkyung replied on behalf of me.

"Yes, me."

"What's your relationship?"

"He's our store employee.”

"Oh, are you the boss?"

"Yes."

While my sister was talking to the police, I sat next to Moon-jung and watched for first aid.

Moon Jung-yi was lying down in a sleeveless shirt and baggy basketball shorts. He looked like he was sleeping with his face twisted. The blood droplets on the floor are so bad that they seem to be colorless.

It was when 119 men with red medicine tried to bandage their wrists.

"Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof."

Oh, it's an error.

Moonjeong vomited as it was lying down.

The 119 men quickly turned their heads to prevent the earth and earth from clogging their holes.

While the crew was holding their necks, he poured out everything ugly like a dragonfly.

Whoo-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Shame was my responsibility.

"I'm sorry ···."

"No, thanks. I'm sorry, but can you wipe it for me?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

At that time, as I was walking to the bathroom, three boys in school uniforms entered the front door with puzzled expressions.

The face of the first person who came in looked like Moon Jung-eun. The name tag is inscribed with the name 'Na Mun-ho.' Moonjeong is younger brother.

"Oh, you're Moonho."

"What is this?"

The boy asked, looking annoyingly through the house.

"Who are you?"

"My sister's boyfriend."

"Hey! I'm Moon Jung!"

"Uh, well, the situation you're talking about right now………………. Let's have a chat. Would you like to stay out for a while?"

I took my brother with a sullen expression to a small room and talked to him.

Your sister got drunk and did a suicide performance. I'm not too hurt.

She's crazy.

Where's your grandmother?

Go to the big house on Friday and come back on Sunday night.

Don't tell me because I'm worried about my grandmother.

I don't want to. I'm going to tell you.

I've heard a lot about you from my sister. The college entrance exam is just around the corner, right? I heard you're good at studying.

Oh, I'm Mun-jung. Why are you talking about me?

It's not that long ago, but I eat something delicious with my friends. It's 100,000 won. a bribe

Wow, good. Thank you.

Your sister threw up. I'm going to clean up after you, so please take good care of me during the night.

Can't you just take him? It's Friday night. It's been a while since I've played with my friends at home. The older sister who becomes a dog when she drinks is very embarrassed.

I don't want to either. I'm going to watch it after I wake up.

Boyfriend's not that bad.

"My brother. When Moon-jung gets drunk, it's hard for me, too."

"Think about me. I have friends. What are you doing? Can't you just take him? Your house is near here."

"Do you talk a lot about me?"

"I've just heard you talk on the phone a few times.”

"I bought you a lot of food to eat with you, too.

"I won't give it to you because it's greedy."

"I thought you were joking, but you really ate alone."

"Yes, so you can take her with you. Otherwise, I'll tell my grandmother everything."

[Cool personality] No matter how bad they are, I wouldn't ask them to bring a drunk sister.]

That's what I'm saying.

It was a completely different atmosphere from when I first greeted my brother-in-law.

Usually, boys of this age are shy and wary of their girl brothers' boyfriends, but they don't feel guilty because they are kids these days or because of the influence of bribes.

Well, from my point of view, there's nothing wrong with being close to my brother.

After some playful push and pull, I finally decided to take charge of the Moonjeong bomb.

After the police and 119 men returned, they carried Moon Jeong-eun to my house with her sister Sun-kyung. (Johnson went to Itaewon to give us a ride and meet his boyfriend.)

When I put Moon-jung on the bed, the vocal cords said.

[How to Three Thumbs with Ji Sun-kyung]

Even though the situation is so bad, I have decided to respect your baby, who only thinks about it.

"You're a lot cleaner than I thought. You must be good at cleaning.”

"I just don't mess up. Would you like a beer?”

"Yeah, let's have a drink. I'm thirsty."

It was only after a big gulp of beer, which had been half frozen in the refrigerator, that I felt a little relieved. "That's a synthesis," Ha-yeon said as she wandered around the noisy KakaoTalk window due to a photo leak. The agency responded briefly, 'It's being handled legally.'

I personally called my youngest sister and explained it to her, and she told her family that she was busy, so she asked them to tell her.

"Is he always a little obsessive?"

Sunkyung's sister looked at Moonjeong and asked.

"I'm not obsessed, but I'm basically a person who lacks affection."

"I think this is pretty bad.”

"I've never done this before."

"Then it will continue to get worse. Self-inflicted people do it almost like a habit. If it gets worse, it can lead to really bad results, ···."

"I usually control it, but this is what happens when I drink."

"I'm talking from the bottom of my heart with the help of alcohol. You have a low self-esteem, right?”

"It's very low."

"Egg, I can see how you've been living."

"Ha-yeon doesn't have a problem, but she really doesn't know what to do."

"It's the way you can see a sore finger."

We sat next to the bed, emptying a can of beer and continuing to talk about Moon Jung-eun.

The biggest problem with Moon Jung-eun, who saw Sunkyung's sister, was that she was trying to find her happiness from others, not from herself.

"In life, there are only friends, lovers, and family, and they don't have themselves."

"No, you devil."

It was Munjeong who answered Sunkyung's sister.

"I must be awake."

"No, I'm talking in my sleep."

"It's not sleep talking. I'm clean."

"Uh. Here you go.

"Give me water. I'm thirsty."

"I don't think you're talking in your sleep."

"No, I'll never remember when I wake up. I'm sure there are ten dozen of these recorded."

"Who are you, Min Ha-yeon?"

Sun-kyung smiled as she talked in her sleep like a real conversation.

Moon Jung-yi kept talking nonsense.

"Yes, eat well and live well. I wish you both happiness in the afterlife."

"Laughing."

"Haha, isn't that funny?"

"Oh, cute. Did you say you were 20?"

"Yes."

"Egg, it's a good time."

"That's a good thing. Mr. Lee, ·······."

Moon Jung-eun sat up with her upper body raised.

He looks at Ji Sun-kyung with the force between his eyes.

I'm about to cry when I see my face shaking.

"Did you really have to?"

"Moonjungs. Not Hayeon, but our boss."

"You shouldn't have done that. Why did you have to take it all away?”

[Honey, I'm back. Nice to meet you. But what can I do with my body? I heard that you had your wrists crossed. I've heard that you'really. What should I do because Moonjung is sad?]

These little bastards are all in the middle of this.

"I'll make you sadder. Get out, vocal cords."

Oh, Moonjung can hear his voice.

"Get out, if you don't want to go through, ···········"

[Thank you, ········]

The moment when I put my index finger on my lips to tell you not to respond anymore to my vocal cords.

"If a person commits a crime, he or she will be punished." I'll punish you from now on, so take it sweetly."

"Oh, my God!"

Moon Jeong grabbed Ji Sun-kyung by the hair.

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts!"

"Mr. Lee! How dare you cheat on me when I open my eyes red! Mr. Lee!

There was no time to stop him.

Moon Jeong-eun, who came down to the bottom of the bed, shook her hair as she tangled up with her sister.

Oh, God, that's not enough to bite your ears!

"Awwwow!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Hey! It's not Hayeon! Spit it out, spit it out!"

[Bite your ear! Bite your ear! Bite your ear! Hahahaha! Humans are fun.]

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