Episode 100. Making an escort warrior (1)
Even in the midst of dying, Sajung, who forcibly maintained a calm expression, lost his composure the mont Okju ntioned Taepyeonggyo.
“I don’t know who I am. It looks like a second-level enforcer… Who is the boss?”
“Are you a prisoner by any chance?”
“He was a forr priest. When I ntion Taepyeonggyo, it looks like a shaman who leaked heavenly secrets.”
“You betray the religion! No matter how difficult life is in this life, peace and happiness await after death… It’s foolish.”
“Tsk, stupid bastard, who knows what you are talking about after death, but are you saying that? And did you know that the top leaders who emphasize that life after death is so good don’t use anything good for the body?”
“If you deny the doctrine with perverse words, you are not a true disciple. After you die, the place you will go will be a hell where even molten iron is lted.”
“The characteristic of a guy like you is that he won’t listen to anything you say. Aren’t you the one who escorted doctor Kyeongde?”
“How about that?”
“Of the living people that Congressman Hwabu recently wanted, the only Taepyeonggyo is a doctor, Gyeongdeok. Isn’t that why you, his underling, beca a killer?”
“You must have been in a high-ranking position.”
“Well, he was in a higher position than you.”
“You will be punished.”
“You must receive the punishnt. And forward… No. You don’t have to tell a lot of things to the idiot. Senator Hwabu’s enforcers don’t have brains that move as ordered, so there’s nothing to find out even if we keep them alive.”
“is that so? By the way, Congressman Kyungdeok has been dead for a long ti, and I didn’t know that his subordinate would still be targeting .”
“It must have been because you would get less punishnt if you killed the Hwabu congressman and returned.”
“Would you continue to target at a place called Taepyeong Bridge?”
“I probably won’t give up.”
“No, what the hell do you have a grudge against that you can’t kill ?”
“well. I don’t know why either.”
When Ok-ju shrugged, the painter let out a long sigh.
At that ti, Obo opened the carriage door and heard a frightened sound.
“Master Su. There are bodies here.”
“what!”
Hwabu and Okju hurriedly looked into the wagon and were surprised.
In the carriage, a man who looked like a coachman, a middle-aged man in silk clothes, and a woman holding a baby who had not been weaned were all covered in blood.
“Things worse than this beast…”
Phew.
The fireman nervously stabbed Sajung’s heart with a sword.
“To kill innocent people just to set a trap!”
After a while, the four of them cleared the tree, loaded the wagon with all the corpses, and headed for the nearby governnt office.
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When we arrived at the governnt office and passed the corpse along with the wagon, the official in charge beca suspicious of the housekeeper.
The fireman showed the inspector’s plaque to the official.
Then the doubts were lifted at once, and instead the official bowed to the fireman.
“I wouldn’t have suspected it if you had shown the inspection plaque bestowed by His Highness in the first place.”
“Yes, you must have. First of all, find the family and friends of the murdered people and let them bury them.”
“all right.”
The fireman’s party ca out of the governnt office, grabbed a nearby inn, and unpacked their belongings.
After dinner, the painter opened his mouth to Ok-ju.
“I want to get treatnt right away, but I’m so tired right now. Treatnt starts tomorrow.”
“yes.”
The three of them, including Oh Bo and Bun-ah, shared a room with the painter, and Ok-ju took a separate room.
The party went to sleep after taking a bath, but the downstairs of the inn beca noisy, and after a while the owner of the inn called a fireman outside the door.
“Here, Gongja. Soone ca from the governnt office, so you should co out and see.”
The fireman ca out.
There was an official and an old man whom he had seen at the governnt office. The old man’s eyes were red as if tears of blood had flowed from how much he cried, and he was supported by a servant because he could not stand alone.
The painter noticed at once that the old man was the family of those who had died in the wagon.
“This is the man from Cheokwon, who died in the carriage earlier…”
“I’ll talk to you, so move aside.”
“Your man.”
As the official stepped aside, an old man nad Cheokwon took a step forward, supported by a servant.
“I’m sorry… but I want to know how and why my son, daughter-in-law and grandson… died.”
“Whoa…”
said the fireman with a sigh.
“Yes, please sit sowhere for a mont.”
The painter thought for a while while the owner of the inn placed a chair in an empty room without guests.
‘How far should I talk? First of all… I can’t tell you about anything that’s intertwined with , right?’
“…So after we killed the bandits, when we opened the wagon, the old man’s family mbers were dead.”
When the painter finished speaking, the old man wiped away tears with his sleeve and gnashed his teeth.
“Then Confucius doesn’t know why my offspring were attacked or how they died.”
“yes.”
“To be killed by robbers… Anyway, I knew it. And this is the reward for keeping my son, wife, and grandson from becoming food for wild animals.”
The old man pulled out a small pouch and held it out.
“no. A man did what he was supposed to do. It must be very sad, but I will not accept anything like this.”
“It’s because it makes feel at least a little bit more comfortable.”
The old man put the bag down, got up and went outside, supported by a servant.
The painter looked at the disappearing old man with a confused expression.
‘I feel like my family got caught up in it and suffered a disaster because of … I’m sorry.’
It felt as if a heavy stone had been placed on my chest.
* * *
“If diluted this much, would it be similar to midazolam?”
The painter put a small amount of anesthetic in distilled water to make Ok-ju sleepy, and checked it internally.
Midazolam is a drug that puts patients to sleep during sedation endoscopy and can put people into a state of hypotension if the concentration is adjusted. The fireman adjusted the concentration of the anesthetic to produce a similar effect.
Hwabu did not learn hypnosis in particular because he had been trained in psychiatry for a month during his internship, but he knew hypnosis treatnt using midazolam.
“I’m already addicted to so degree, so it would be okay if it was a little thicker.”
The painter made a sleep-inducing dicine and called Ok-joo to lie down on the bed.
If you do not lie down completely, but in this way, the risk of breathing difficulties is reduced even if you fall asleep.
“Drink this.”
“yes.”
Ok-ju drank the dicine given by the painter without questioning it.
“You will start to fall asleep in a little while, but don’t hold on to sleep and accept your sleep comfortably.”
“All right.”
“Take all the strength from your limbs, or your entire body. And imagine that your body is wrapped in a warm and cozy blanket.”
“…..”
“Do you feel a little relaxed?”
“yes.”
“Does your body feel warm?”
“yes.”
“Keep your eyes closed, don’t open them. Uncle is going to sleep now. But my consciousness is connected to my voice, so even if I fall asleep, part of will be awake.”
“…..”
The painter felt Ok-joo’s body sag and knew that she had entered a state of sleep.
“Do you rember what the bad people of the Taepyeonggyo suggested to you?”
From now on, Ok-ju recognizes the painter’s voice not as a painter in a clinic, but as a helper helping his consciousness to swim freely in his unconscious.
In fact, because of this illusion, patients who have been receiving hypnosis treatnt for a long ti have a great liking for the doctor’s voice, and in severe cases, they develop a dependence similar to that of a child who relies on their parents.
“I still can’t rember.”
“Don’t force yourself to think about it, just think about the situation at that ti.”
“Keuuuuuu …..”
“There is no need to get excited. It’s because I’m thinking of the situation at that ti, not because it beca the situation at that ti. Slowly, very slowly, rember what they said?”
“Sothing mumbles, but I can’t hear it.”
Hearing Ok-ju’s words, the painter naturally frowned.
‘I don’t know who it is, but it’s pretty well defended. If this happens, will there be no choice but to take a detour and defeat them individually?’
In this case, you have to leave the big thing behind and do it in a way that releases the mories or emotions that might have been forcibly closed. As you solve the hints one by one, the iron wall collapses at once, just as a large embanknt collapses in a small hole.
“I was sad when I thought of my family yesterday and I missed you, right?”
“yes.”
“Is there anyone else you want to see?”
“Nothing but family.”
“Then is there anyone you don’t like? Soone you just want to kill or soone you don’t want to see.”
“The doctors who did evil to … I want to kill them.”
“Is there anyone else besides them? Has anyone had a grudge in the past?”
“It’s a grudge… Co to think of it, I once tried to kill the Hwabu congressman.”
“what! Oh no, why?”
The fireman was quite surprised at the mont, but tried to stay calm and asked the reason.
‘Oh, let’s not get excited. Iza doesn’t recognize as right now. When I get excited, I don’t know what to find out.’
“When I was the head of the Chohyeon branch of Taepyeonggyo, I suffered greatly because of the informant of Congressman Hwabu. That’s why I tried to kill Congressman Hwabu.”
“So, are you still thinking of killing ?”
“no. At that ti, it is ti for to be controlled by them, and now I have to be treated by Hwabu, so I have no intention of killing them.”
“You’re not trying to kill after being healed?”
“no. After I am healed, I will take revenge on those who treated like this.”
The fireman let out a sigh of relief and spoke again.
“Miss Hwabu must have been in great trouble because of you?”
“yes. I sent executioners, but with the help of Lieutenant Jo In, I escaped death.”
The painter suddenly recalled the mory of how he almost died in Chohyeon and realized who the culprit was.
‘Ahh, this guy really was that guy.’
I wanted to stab him with a knife right now, but I hesitated when I thought that he was a patient who believed in and was being treated.
The painter thought for a mont more, but did not dare to take out the knife.
‘First, let’s look into it a little more and make a decision.’
Since more hypnosis treatnt was needed in the future, I was able to create such a defenseless situation.
“okay. Then, would you feel sorry for the Hwabu congressman?”
“Yes, I’m a little sorry… but I helped him, so I think the debt has been paid.”
Crying.
In an instant, the fireman’s face contorted.
‘This bastard is so selfish.’
“Your debt has been paid. By the way, how do you plan to repay the treatnt at the Hwabu Clinic?”
“I plan to pay for the treatnt.”
“Oh~. okay. But the only person who can treat the uncle is the Hwabu Clinic, so will the price be money?”
“There is nothing I can give you except money.”
“How about protecting the Hwabu councilor from the Taepyeonggyo attack? If you are a man, you can easily defend the characteristics of enforcers, right?”
“Even if you know their characteristics, it is difficult to stop them.”
Warak.
The fireman’s face beca more distorted.
“is it so. So, are you going to let the Hwabu senator let them die?”
“…..”
“Chief Hwabu is soone who shouldn’t die. You must protect him, as he is highly skilled in martial arts and owes a great debt to the Hwabu congressman.”
The painter started hinting at Ok-joo because he was offended by Ok-joo.
Although this suggestion was not imprinted at once, it was inevitable that it would be imprinted if I continued to receive treatnt in the future.
‘As a doctor, your conscience is pricked, but you’re the one who sent to kill …’
“I have to protect you?”
“Yes. You have such a responsibility and mission.”
“is that so?”
Afterwards, Hwabu ended the hypnotic treatnt after inciting feelings of anger toward Taepyeonggyo to the extre.
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