Instead of a Villain, I'm a Model Prisoner Chapter 4
Chapter 4
The conversation, which seemed to be continuing for a moment, returned to its original atmosphere due to Si Mu-jae closing his mouth again.
"Okay, the joke ends here."
Lee Cheong-mun, who had withdrawn his hand from the desk, leaned back in his chair with a strange expression.
Lee Cheong-mun and Si Mu-jae had a transactional relationship.
Si Mu-jae would do the dirty work that Cheong-mun couldn't openly do, and Cheong-mun would pull strings when Mu-jae needed social power.
A relationship where you get 1 for giving 1. A relationship where you take what you can, even if you have to steal it.
Cheong-mun was quite satisfied with this relationship. The reason he came today wasn't just because of the accident that happened two months ago.
'What's the big deal about a criminal getting his limbs cut off?'
In the first place, he only suspected that Si Mu-jae had done it, but there was no direct evidence. The reason Cheong-mun came to see Mu-jae was to make things easier for him.
Whether he wanted to get out of prison quickly or stay longer, Cheong-mun needed to accurately grasp Mu-jae's intentions. That was their deal.
'At first, he asked me to set it for about six months, but his actions are the complete opposite. He's causing too much trouble for someone who came in on his own.'
Cheong-mun, sitting with his legs crossed, stared intently at Mu-jae's face.
‘It's fun because I can't figure him out.’
Cheong-mun, who had completely given up on expecting an answer, immediately checked the watch on his wrist. It was almost time to return to work.
Cheong-mun erased the ambiguous and sly expression he had been showing until now and opened his mouth.
"Are you going to fill the six months? Or are you going to get out early?"
"I want to get out early."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Question, answer, confirmation, confirmation. With this, Cheong-mun's business was over.
"Then stay quiet for two months. I'll parole you as a model prisoner then."
Creak.
With the sound of the old chair being pushed back, Cheong-mun got up from his seat. It was such a simple decision that the formal procedure felt foolish.
The sunlight coming in from the window, which held the clear sky, made Mu-jae's eyes even brighter. His bright red eyes intertwined with Mu-jae's eyes, which still looked golden, and slightly creased at the corners.
"I'll put a doll in for you tomorrow, play with it if you're bored."
“.........”
"It means don't cause any more trouble."
***
"I don't cause trouble."
They said they'd let me out in two months if I stayed quiet, so I have to avoid trouble even if it doesn't exist!
The embarrassment and wariness that had begun to build in Mu-jae's mind since the visitation began, instantly turned into joy and ran wild.
He just answered that he'd like to get out early when asked if he wanted to, and it became a reality.
Normally, he would have suspected a scam first, but all of Mu-jae's reason agreed to turn on the happy circuit. There was a plausible reason for that.
Si Mu-jae's condition for becoming the main villain is having a 'backer'.
'I still don't know who you are, but you are my benefactor from today.'
Since he seems to be able to grant parole at will, he's probably someone with a high position in the prison.
Previously, Mu-jae, who didn't even have parents, let alone a strong backer, was just guessing by referring to scenes he had seen in movies or dramas. In the first place, isn't this place even the world of a web novel?
Mu-jae, who was so moved that he was about to cry, couldn't take his eyes off Cheong-mun's receding figure. He would have really cried if it weren't for that damn curse.
'It's like I can even see light around him.....'
Just in case, this was just because the sunlight was reflecting off his white hair and suit.
After finishing his visitation with Cheong-mun, Mu-jae returned to his solitary cell.
In the meantime, the free time he could enjoy in the exercise yard had ended. It was a shame that he couldn't enjoy the sunlight a little more, but thanks to the fact that his imprisonment period had been reduced from 5 months to 2 months, his heavy body was full of energy.
"Even the mold smell is sweet today."
Mu-jae said happily, looking at the black stains blooming in every corner of the wall.
Mu-jae's room had enough space for four adult men to lie down, even without the bed and small toilet. He was enjoying a very large space compared to other inmates, but since there were no windows, it was always humid and mold grew.
The only place that was open was a small feeding hole made under the iron door with iron bars.
Mu-jae, sitting on the old bed, sighed at how to get through the boredom for the rest of the time. It was originally time for the afternoon work to begin, but no one told Mu-jae about that fact.
It was natural since he had accidentally discovered that there was a cleaning time as well and only participated after learning of it.
"Come to think of it, he said he'd put a doll in tomorrow."
Creak, creak.
Every time he shook his body back and forth, the sound of the old springs echoed. It's a little surprising that there are still bed mattresses made of springs these days.
"Suddenly I'm curious what kind of doll it is..."
It seems like it would be less lonely now with something here. The room was definitely better than the military, but the loneliness was doubled.
Mu-jae put his hands together and prayed that it would be a big and fluffy doll if possible. Towards Lee Cheong-mun, not god.
As he lowered his head slightly, his rather long bangs flowed down and tickled his eyes. After finishing his sincere prayer, Mu-jae looked up and looked at his hair.
"The first thing I should do is cut my hair when I get out.”
I was only thinking about growing my hair as much as possible after being discharged from military service before. Mu-jae felt strange even though he said it himself.
It was as if he had instinctively acknowledged that the present is reality and that he could not return to the past. When the complicated feelings of the past month were gradually being resolved by the word model prisoner.
"Ugh...!”
Mu-jae, who unconsciously groaned, grabbed his head. A headache, as if someone had stabbed him in the head with an awl, continued a couple of times, and the system window popped up on its own.
[Current Status - Danger]
"Red... color?"
Mu-jae, who had only seen the blue system window, was surprised by the red system window that appeared for the first time. And soon, he felt something flowing down.
Drip, drip, drip.
What suddenly started falling like a shower was a nosebleed. Mu-jae, who was trying to rush to the bathroom in a hurry at the blood soaking his knees, felt another pain as soon as he got up.
"Ah, cough...!"
His heart jumped wildly and gave him a stinging pain. His head still ached as if it would break. It was a different level of pain than what he had felt 5 days ago.
"Ugh......."
Mu-jae, who sat down on the spot, blocked his mouth at the nausea that rose from his stomach to his esophagus. But the unstoppable cough and blood oozed out between his fingers.
His vision blurs.
The last thing Mu-jae saw was the pool of blood he had made.
***
How long had it been since he fainted? When Mu-jae opened his eyes, what he faced this time was not an unfamiliar hospital ceiling, but unfamiliar iron bars.
'A dream?'
If not, there was no way the iron bars would feel unfamiliar again. Mu-jae blinked blankly. Fortunately, the pain had subsided, but his chest felt stuffy every time he breathed.
'Did the evil stat drop?'
Mu-jae, who slowly closed and opened his eyelids, struggled to bring up the system window. He tried to move his hand habitually, but all his muscles ached as if he had a bad body ache.
[Evil Value -26% > 23% ]
[ Life Force Value- 35% > 30% ]
[ Combat Power Value - 0% ]
[ Current Status - Danger]
The red system window he remembered last was not a dream after all.
'23%?? What is this, Black Friday?? Why is it dropping so suddenly…’
Mu-jae stopped thinking for a moment.
That's right, this wasn't a dream. The unfamiliar iron bars he saw for the first time are also reality, not a dream.
"Where is this?"
Mu-jae, who hurriedly got up, ignored the throbbing pain and looked around.
Since the possession, Mu-jae, who had been excluded from work, could only feel wronged while looking at the iron bars on the iron door. Thanks to that, he remembers where there are rusty marks and what scratches there are.
That's why Mu-jae was sure.
This is not his room.
"Are you awake?"
"......?!"
While Mu-jae was in shock, a voice he had never heard before pierced his ear.
"Hello."
It was a soft and very kind greeting.
Mu-jae, who hurriedly turned his head, discovered an inmate with light blonde hair and an appearance that looked as kind as his voice.
"Who, are you?”
"Yeo Hae-seo."
"Yeo Hae-seo?"
"I'm the doll Lee Cheong-mun sent."
No, who is Lee Cheong-mun again.
Mu-jae stared intently at the person who introduced himself as 'Yeo Hae-seo'. A new room, an inmate he's seeing for the first time, and a second bed where the inmate is sitting.
"Was I moved to a double room...?"
"Yes."
Hae-seo smiled brightly and nodded at Mu-jae's words. Mu-jae had a slightly dumbfounded expression because he didn't particularly expect an answer from him. But at best, his facial muscles, which had stopped moving altogether, were nothing but calm.
'Um... let's sort things out. I was sick and collapsed, and when I woke up, I was moved to a double room, and that person is Yeo Hae-seo... the doll Lee Cheong-mun sent.......'
Even up to this point, Mu-jae had 5 things he couldn't understand. To be more precise, he couldn't understand anything except for the fact that he was sick and collapsed.
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