Chapter: 1863
He stood in the corner of the warehouse, staring blankly at the wall, as if he had lost all will to live.
Just as the shopkeeper was about to call Do Yeonsan again,
�There you are.�
A voice came right from behind him.
The shopkeeper suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Goosebumps crawled from the nape of his neck to the bottom of his back.
Cautiously turning around, the shopkeeper found Pyo-wol standing right in front of him.
�When� When did you�?�
The shopkeeper was so startled and frightened that he ended up dropping to the floor. But Pyo-wol didn�t even glance at him, and instead, just looked inside the small window.
Through the window, he could see Do Yeonsan sitting down with hunched shoulders.
Do Yeonsan had a look of utter emptiness, as if his world had fallen apart. He was just staring blankly into space, unaware that Pyo-wol was watching him.
Such an expression could only be worn by someone who had experienced a great loss.
�Do Yeonsan.�
Pyo-wol called out to Do Yeonsan, but the latter didn�t respond.�
Do Yeonsan was like a person trapped inside a large shell right now. Unless he broke free from it himself, no one could get him out.
Pyo-wol threw a necklace inside the window.
The necklace landed precisely at the top of Do Yeonsan�s foot.
Pyo-wol spoke,�
�This necklace was found hanging on the dead body of a girl. Her body was discovered in a river near Lake Tai a while ago.�
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�Her body showed signs of assault and torture. I brought the necklace with me since I saw the same pattern engraved on the necklace as the one drawn on the cow hair needle I bought. The girl�s body has now been taken care of by the authorities.�
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Still, Do Yeonsan did not answer.
He continued to stare blankly into space, seemingly unable to hear and register Pyo-wol�s words.
Pyo-wol stared at Do Yeonsan�s face for a moment before turning away.
He had done everything he could do at this point.
From now on, everything was up to Do Yeonsan.
Whether he would come back to his senses and deal with the situation, or remained trapped in his own world and never come out of it, was entirely his responsibility.
�S, Sir?�
The shopkeeper, who had been sitting on the floor, had his mouth agape at the sight of Pyo-wol�s retreating figure. He didn�t dare to approach, much less grab onto Pyo-wol.
He knew all too well what would happen if he touched someone like Pyo-wol. JrNovels.com