Theatrical Regression Life - Chapter 227

Episode 227 Lee Jae

-hyung, who had been grumbling for a while as if it were a joke, went outside the room where the corpses were piled up. Although he was complaining that he didn’t want to see the corpses lying around anymore, Eun-Woo Jeong guessed that he probably needed time to vent his anger in his room alone.

‘It’s about saving face, even in a place like this.’

Since there were no more eyes to see, Jung Eun-woo also erased the smile from his mouth.

Perhaps conscious of Lee Jae-hee, who serves as the chairman of Lee Dang Group, Lee Jae-hyung tended to put effort into image management for a royal. Although he does not pretend to be very kind or kind, he is evaluated as a pretty good person in that he is not overtly grumpy. However, when he was left alone, he did all kinds of mischief.

It’s normal to throw things and scream or swear loudly. The longest battle that Jung Eun-woo knows took about 5 hours. Most people knew that I looked like that when I was stressed about something related to my older sister, Lee Jae-hee.

“They are such strange people….”

The good news is that even if you don’t see people as people, they think of eyes as eyes. It can be said that it is truly thankful that no living person is consumed by this long series of events.

Jeong Eun-woo scratched his face with his palm facing his face and looked at the corpse again.

“….”

He blinked a couple of times and muttered.

“Where did you really learn it?”

I’ve never seen this kind of skill in the industry.

‘They stabbed me where it hurt the most and then pierced my lungs.’

If it’s great, it’s great, but it was really bad workmanship. Just by pressing with his finger, he stabbed the painful spot with a knife and immediately punctured his lungs, making it impossible for him to even scream. In the meantime, avoiding critical areas so as not to die right away could be said to be artistic in some ways.

“It’s almost like an assassin’s assassin. “If it weren’t for Royal, I would have scouted him… What a waste.”

One more thing I’m curious about is where did Jeong Eun-woo build up the skills to want to be scouted?

“Did you roll in some conflict zone?”

It sounds ridiculous, but other than this, there was no other situation that made sense.

Jaehyung Lee said it was a ‘prank’ or ‘education’, but of course it wasn’t that level of harassment. Didn’t they put him to sleep with sleeping pills in his meal and then tie him up in the middle of the room on a ship on the sea? With the bloody men standing next to him. That alone would be enough to scare me, so I asked how far they would allow me to go, and they said fingernails.

They drug him, put him on a boat, tie him to a chair, scare him, and then bleed the tip of his finger.

‘How is that any different from torture?’

But the funny thing is that neither Lee Jae-hyung nor Lee Jae-heon seemed to think this was torture. Of course, Lee Jae-heon’s body stiffened when he woke up and saw my butt, but it could be considered a reaction born of absurdity. I only felt that kind of shallow fear.

Then what did you do?

“…Some royal did something like this so casually…”

Lee Jae-heon managed to get his hand out of the rope and snatched the skewer that the guy who was harassing his nails was holding. It went straight to the lower cervical vertebrae, pierced the ribs, and pierced the lung. As soon as the opponent retreated, he released all of his tied body, grabbed his head, and pierced the center of his forehead.

The amateurs, who felt fear, even forgot that their opponent was a precious royal and drew their swords, but even their swords were taken away by Lee Jae-heon and they fell down in an instant. It was surprising that he was still alive for a while longer. The process was so clear that Jeong Eun-woo, who was watching from outside the door, was so impressed that he almost applauded.

‘Jaehyung Lee’s face, who actually created this situation, became increasingly blue.’

I thought one of the reasons I went to vent my anger now was because my pride was hurt because I was scared at that time. As a subordinate with a typical old boss, I could only be grateful to Lee Jae-heon. See you the scared face of the nostrils.

“….”

However, apart from his skills, there was another thing that raised questions.

“…Why didn’t it look painful?”

He seemed indifferent to the act of murder. Loss of character, whether acquired or congenital, can occur depending on the individual’s circumstances.

He has skills comparable to those of an assassin. I don’t know what the intermediate process was like, but if you have a natural talent for murder, that’s possible.

However, it was difficult to understand why Jaeheon Lee was insensitive to pain because it was his nature and he was human.

“Has Lee Jae-hyung always bothered you that much…? “If I had eyes to see, I wouldn’t have gone that far.”

Even if you’ve been learning from scratch for a long time, you probably didn’t have that level of intelligence when you were young, and when you grew up, you probably worked as hard as you could because you had the eyes to see. In particular, didn’t Lee Jae-hyung say that this time, as he said it was ‘education’ rather than ‘prank’, he had a strong mind. This means that there were not many cases of harassment that bordered on torture.

“Then it won’t be analgesia… either.”

To say that it was congenital analgesia, not only was there no problem at all in daily life, but there was a clear reaction when the fingertips were tormented. The pain was clearly visible, as if he had just flinched because his nerves had been touched. However, the pain seemed to have no particular meaning to Lee Jae-heon.

Jeong Eun-woo leaned against the wall and sighed.

“Is he just crazy…?”

To be exact, they were ‘crazy guys’, but it was also true that it was ridiculous.

“I’m sick of it, I’m sick of it.”

Even as he said that, Jeong Eun-woo smiled gently. Somehow, the more you dig into this floor, the more mired it becomes.

Isn’t that so disgusting?

* * *

In fact, Jaeheon Lee did not know exactly what the errand center that Jaehyeong Lee favored was.

Considering that he only accepts most of the miscellaneous requests, I guess he’s really doing his job as an errand boy properly, and if he’s covering such a wide range, I wonder if he might have some connection to the ‘sponsor’? Since nothing else was told, there was no room for speculation.

“You shouldn’t move too much…”

“Okay.”

“I’ll give you painkillers, so if it hurts too much, take one…”

“…Okay.”

However, I was a little embarrassed because the doctor Jaehyung Lee brought in had such an awkward look on his face.

‘Are you crying? ‘Is this bastard crying now?’

His body was trembling as if there had been an earthquake, and he was very dexterous, so I thought it was because he was so scared, but even as Lee Jae-heon, he couldn’t help but feel unfamiliar when he was so scared. What on earth is this guy? He’s harmless on his own. This guy looked innocent, but his drawing style was different.

‘If it’s an errand center that does something, it probably has a guy like this.’

Are they also considering this guy as part of their family?

As I struggled to swallow my bitter expression, the doctor, who was sobbing, hesitated and gave me more medicine.

“This… is medicine needed for the mind rather than the body…” “

….”

“If you need sleeping pills, no, I’m sorry…! No, if you still can’t sleep, just in case… a sleeping pill….” “

…please give it to me.”

“Ah yes yes yes!”

From the looks of it, he seemed to have said something unnecessary to Lee Jae-heon, who was almost kidnapped after taking sleeping pills. Lee Jae-heon, looking naive and frustrated, roughly stuffed the medicine into his pocket and left. I could feel the doctor’s eyes fidgeting behind me, but it was none of his business.

Jaeheon Lee looked at the not-so-small boat and muttered to himself.

‘They say it’s used, but it doesn’t look that good.’

Maybe this wasn’t the ship I heard about on the phone. Lee Jae-hyung actually had a hobby of buying and collecting small boats that made noises, so I think this boat with multiple rooms was probably prepared separately by an errand boy, not Lee Jae-hyung. I’m not the type of person who likes to get blood on my favorite horse.

He caught one of the messengers wandering around.

“room.”

“yes…?”

“Give me your room.”

“Oh, I’ll take you this way.”

“Tsk.”

Lee Jae-heon, holding his hand on his throbbing stomach, followed the man into a room. It wasn’t a very large room, but it was well decorated, probably taking Lee Jae-heon’s vanity into consideration. Jaehyung Lee likes things that are black and clean.

Only when the errand boy left the room after completing the guidance did Jaeheon Lee sit down on the bed.

“….”

Coo.

He bit his lip and narrowed his eyes.

‘…there must be a listening device….’

It is highly likely that it was originally attached to the ship and was not intended to monitor Lee Jae-heon. And with things like this, there’s no way I won’t be able to use the wiretapping device that was attached in advance. This meant that Lee Jae-heon could not speak his mouth carelessly just because he was left alone in the room.

So I tried to swallow the moan that was about to escape.

“…Fuck.”

I couldn’t help but swear.

It hurt so much.

‘Is there no immunity? Is there immunity?’

I didn’t think much of it when I was running around like a bastard with a knife, but when the situation ended like this, it was hard to bear the pain. I knew right away that it was different from the other side of the world where I could roughly crush my senses with my mental power, but…

“…”

Lee Jae-heon bit his lip once again and stood up. There was a mini refrigerator, probably to make it look like a small hotel room. Lee Jae-heon took out a water bottle from inside and swallowed the water along with the painkillers the doctor gave him. The effect will not take effect right away.

Lee Jae-heon sighed and lay down on the bed, massaging his pale hands.

“…It’s nice to be warm.”

The room I was in trouble in earlier was as cold as a refrigerator, but this room was still quite warm. Jaeheon Lee pressed his white hand for the last time, perhaps because he was in a cold place or because the blood had drained out, and then swept the area around his eyes with that hand.

“….”

Lee Jae-heon, that is, Lee Jae-heon before he remembered his past life… had an aversion to murder. Because he was just too old. In a way, it was natural not to take killing people for granted. Apart from personality issues, it is a physiological feeling of rejection.

Lee Jae-heon, who remembered his past life, couldn’t help but be influenced by it.

‘…I’m shaking.’

It may have been because he was tied to a chair in the middle of a windowless room. Because Lee Jae-heon in his past life felt afraid of being arrested. To put it in perspective, Lee Jae-heon’s condition couldn’t have been normal since it was his first time in his life killing someone and he was also stimulated by trauma from his past life.

Still, I shouldn’t have revealed it.

‘I can’t let Lee Jae-hyung know that I was under a mental burden.’

It’s not only a problem that the best-established setup falls apart, but what would Lee Jae-hyung do if he found out that murder could be a weakness for Lee Jae-heon? It wasn’t strange at all for me to tie a person up in front of me and torture him. I won’t watch it because it’ll hurt my feelings, but at least Lee Jae-heon will be locked in the same room as the corpse.

“…Ah, write it. “When will I be back?”

I closed my eyes, complaining for no reason.

“….”

In the world of my previous life, there was no meaning to the pain of death.

Because I survive anyway. If you survive like that, it will be restored. God commands you not to whine carelessly and not to rashly escape from the fate given to you. He told me to follow the calling given to me and live as a villain until I grow old. There were people who rebelled against him, but Lee Jae-heon was like a dog who obeyed.

So you lost your entire family.

“…Ha….”

In the end, you killed him.

You know that too.

Because you are a villain.

“….”

Senior, look at me.

“….”

Look at us.

Look at them.

“Ha…”

Open your eyes and see what you did…

“Fuck.”

Lee Jae-heon muttered softly and covered his ears.

“You annoying bastards.”