Black Badger - Chapter 355



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355. Protocol (2)

what?

I blinked stupidly.

what….

Where is this place?

My vision became clearer.

I stared at the scene before my eyes with my mouth open. I didn’t think about moving. The scene before me was so unfamiliar.

Pale sky blue bathroom tiles.

Toilet. Sink. Items scattered on the sink. At first glance, they were all men’s items. Men’s lotion. Shaving foam. Razor.

It smelled like water.

I realized the reason a second too late. I lifted my body slightly to look at the plant on the mirror in front of the sink, and heard a bang.

The bathtub is filled with water, right?

I looked down at the lukewarm water that filled up to my chest.

Why is it filled?

I tried splashing some lukewarm water on myself while still half-asleep.

It felt like normal water. It was as if I had filled the water to take a bath and then fallen asleep.

The problem is that I have no idea where this is.

And strangely enough, I was wearing clothes.

To be exact, just underwear drawers.

I wasn’t wearing a top or pants… .

what?!

I looked around in horror.

No, but only Joo and Laurent drank?

Even the bar was empty. It seemed like the owner had deliberately chosen a bar without people. The bar, which was supposed to be open from 4 p.m. to 5 a.m., was empty by dawn, and I remember that we were the only customers there, and we kept ordering more drinks from the tired-looking waiter.

But I definitely didn’t drink plum wine?

How did the film break?

Even though my condition wasn’t great, I’ve never once passed out after drinking alcohol other than plum wine.

And where is this place?

Why is it a bathtub and not a bed?

Knock knock

I was screaming internally when the bathroom door opened.

I saw the person come into the bathroom frozen.

Ro whistling.

I woke up with a bald head.

At first glance, it looked like he had just woken up a minute ago. The senior, wearing the same clothes as yesterday, walked into the bathroom with a heavy gait and stopped in front of the toilet.

He unbuckled his trousers while continuing to hum a cheerful tune.

Zizz, the sound of a zipper going down.

Slurp, slurp.

I stared blankly at the scene before me with my mouth open.

Giacomo Lo… .

I’m watching you urinate….

A senior like the sky… .

An act that continues naturally for a while.

Finally the sound of the water stopped.

Ro whistled as he pulled up his trousers. He buttoned them up and flushed the toilet.

And then he turned his head and our eyes met.

“Eww!”

“Eww!”

We screamed at the same time.

“Eww!”

“Eww! Eww!!”

“Eww! Shit!”

Water splashing into the air.

We came to our senses almost simultaneously, as if the toilet was going to explode.

“What are you?!”

“Senior!”

Lo and I said.

I looked at my senior with his mouth wide open and swearing at me.

“Where is this!?”

“Why are you here?!”

What should I do if my senior asks me that?

Surely, senior, you didn’t have a big film cut, right? Then there’s no answer.

At the moment when I was about to feel sad, Ro, who had been pointing his finger at me with his eyes wide open, froze.

He blinked several times.

Then he said.

“Ah. I brought it.”

I got up from the bathtub.

Choaack!

The lukewarm water poured out of the bathtub with a loud noise.

Water that splashes onto bathroom tiles and then flows down the drain.

I stood in the bathtub, staring at the cold air that was rushing in.

There was a brief silence.

“But why are you there?”

Roga said.

“Where are all the clothes?”

I buried my wet face in my hands for a moment.

It took quite some time to catch up with the reason that had flowed away along with the lukewarm water.

Still, you have to come to your senses… .

After somehow regaining his senses, he said:

“Could you explain to me what happened…?”

Giacomo Ro granted my request.

***

So, this is how things went.

When Roga raised his head, I was sleeping with my head down.

‘What? He’s dead?’

He asked again, scratching his head.

‘This guy is weak to alcohol.’

‘Should we start breaking up now?’

The stock price paid with a big smile.

A path without hesitation. The HR manager confidently paid with a card, put his wallet away, and then took something out of his pocket.

There were two bottles of hangover cure.

Joo smiled brightly and handed Ro a solution.

‘ruler.’

‘I don’t need this kind of thing.’

Giacomo Law is said to not eat things that are only eaten by the weak, such as hangover cures.

‘You drink.’

‘As expected~. Awesome~.’

He gave a double-cross to Law, who refused to take the hangover cure.

‘Then I should give it to our youngest.’

The HR manager put two bottles of laxatives into the pockets of my clothes as I lay sleeping face down on the table.

Then he started making phone calls to somewhere.

As soon as they finished the phone call, the employee told them to leave, so the two of them left the store.

I carried Roga out.

He said that he came out when the sun was starting to rise, and that the moment he came out of the store, someone came to get him.

A man approached me with a crooked smile.

“But as soon as he arrived, the head of the personnel department gave out?”

Roga clicked his tongue.

“That kid really can’t hold his liquor.”

no….

It’s the opposite.

Quite the opposite.

He sighed with his face covered.

In fact, I had my face buried in my hands the whole time I was listening to the story of what happened last night.

A subtle hangover, a sense of guilt, shame, and admiration for the HR manager swirled around in my head.

I’ll never drink with the HR manager again.

No and also, how long has it been since I got yelled at by ARMY? Is there anyone who would call me that?

And on top of that, you’re pretending to be drunk in front of him?

Pretend to be drunk and have someone help you back?

What on earth happened to this person… .

“But why are you only wearing a dress?”

“…?”

He lifted his head from his hands.

I looked at Ro, who was looking up at me with his eyebrows arched, and asked curiously.

“Didn’t your senior take it off for you?”

“Why am I taking off my boy’s clothes?”

“… I thought you were going to wash me after I threw up…”

“You didn’t vomit?”

her?

“I just threw it in the living room yesterday.”

Something came to mind.

It was a memory that suddenly burst out. It was from quite a while ago. If something like this hadn’t happened, I probably would have just left it unprovoked for the rest of my life, and then it would have been covered up by other memories and forgotten forever.

That’s what I heard at the pasta restaurant.

‘Aren’t you going to find me in the bathtub at my house later?’

That’s what Roga said.

I also remembered the context in which he said this.

At that time, I was John Mullen’s number 0 interest.

There was a time when I couldn’t even remember clearly what I was. After I came out of the portal, a scientist asked me for my number.

John Mullen… .

I kicked the bathtub and got out.

Boom!

An unfamiliar place unfolded before my eyes.

“crazy.”

I looked at Giacomo Lo and John Mullen’s share house with my mouth open. The house I had heard about but half believed existed, the house I thought I would never visit, was right in front of me.

It’s a green world.

If it weren’t for the leftover chicken pieces, the half-empty Coca-Cola bottles, the trousers that were torn off and turned inside out like a husk, and the T-shirts that were thrown around like husks, I wouldn’t have thought that Roga lived here.

There were plants everywhere.

The ceiling, the walls, the window frames and the shelves were all covered with plants.

There were also several species that made me question whether they were actually plants that grew on Earth.

They were all breathing together in harmony, basking in the sunlight streaming in through the open window.

How do you manage all this while being cooped up in your lab?

Looking at the ‘Monthly Cleaning Contract Notice’ posted on the wall, it seems like they are leaving the cleaning of their house to someone else.

Do you have a cleaning company come and take care of the plants?

Or is there someone else who comes to take care of the plants?

And what on earth is that mysterious silver door behind that scary-looking, thick, sturdy vine?

The doors, which seemed to be frequently seen in the science department, had signs written in red and yellow that said ‘Restricted Area’, ‘Danger’, and ‘Biohazard’.

These are the signs that could only be seen in the areas that Yoon had warned about in the science building.

I was so overwhelmed by the sight that I couldn’t move for a moment.

At that moment, a suspicious silver door opened to the side.

Pushik

The control door opens with a squealing sound.

As the door opened, John Mullen appeared.

A scientist wearing a lab coat and latex gloves on both hands.

He was wearing something like a gas mask over his face.

If it weren’t for his height and physical features, I wouldn’t have recognized him right away.

“ah….”

We stood tall and looked at each other.

Me standing in front of the bathroom.

Mullen standing in front of the restricted area.

Covering both hands with latex gloves.

Coming out of the biohazard zone wearing a gas mask… .

“I will go!”

I ran to the front door without looking back.

“Goodbye!”

“Hey, where are you going?!”

Roga shouted.

“Aren’t you taking your phone?!”

I quickly picked up my phone from the floor.

But no matter how much I looked around, I couldn’t see the clothes I was wearing. I don’t think my eyesight has deteriorated even though my physical strength has deteriorated. Even though I held onto my phone tightly and searched around frantically, I couldn’t find my clothes.

“Senior, where are my clothes?!”

“Huh? I don’t know.”

“Hildebert Taleb.”

“Eww!”

As I was searching through the pile of clothes on the floor, John Mullen called my name in a low voice.

I was so surprised that I screamed.

what?

Why are you remembering my name?

Is that so accurate?

“The clothes are inside.”

The gray-haired scientist even understood what I was saying exactly and pointed towards the inside of the restricted area door.

“Inside this.”

Long fingers covered in latex gloves looked straight at the danger zone.

I witnessed an unidentified smoke coming out from there.

The object was heavier than air and sank to the floor of the share house.

I ran out the front door without looking back.

He grabbed what looked like an outer garment and ran out of the house. After running out into the cold hallway, he crouched down next to the front door and sent out an SOS. He wrapped his outer garment around his body like a last remaining blanket and called the shooter.

[what.]

Luckily, Yoon answered the phone right away.

A dull voice as usual.

I poured out my story.

Yoon, who had been quietly listening to the story, soon burst into laughter.

The man smiled brightly and said that he would come pick me up right away.

And the shooter who actually drove the car with Ami enjoyed watching me wither away.

“Life is long and worth living.”

“I think exactly the opposite.”

Now, even if my senior invites me to a drinking party, I will refuse by making up various excuses.

I got into Yoon’s car depressed.

And I returned home, answering the siblings’ barrage of pleasant questions gloomily, and vowing that I would no longer overestimate my condition or underestimate the HR manager’s drinking capacity.

And I won’t even set foot near that share house… .

And so the week of the physical test and the brief affair passed completely.

***

Time passed quickly.

I accepted my current physical limitations and did not go to the headquarters. I stayed in the cabin as people advised. There I rested leisurely, did light stretching, and took a milk bath.

I also made some delayed contacts. I went to Seunghyun Lee’s house and listened to his grumbling disciple’s advice. There was also a day when I met San, who said that his exams were over, and went to the game center.

If we keep doing this, things will get better.

If you don’t get impatient and just do what you can do right now.

With that in mind, I was swinging my wooden sword lightly behind the cabin one morning when I received an urgent call from Assistant Gilbert.

[A person came out of the portal.]

A voice stiff with tension.

[Use an unknown language that is not the official language.]

An emergency assembly order was issued.