Chapter - 138 138. Regular (2)

- You mean the regular customer? Yes, to be honest, you're a guest I'll never forget.

"Something special must have happened?"

-Oh, no. There was nothing special about it. He just came to see me almost every single day from one day. Buy the same thing every day. Then one day, he suddenly disappeared.

Myung-seok said.

The regular customer came to visit without any notice and became a regular customer, but also no longer came without any notice.

Myungseok said he lived in a villa that was directly seen from the place he used to sell.

He said he came back home from work in the evening and bought fish-shaped buns later.

I've always bought 3,000 won worth of red bean fish-shaped buns

And when asked about the day if he remembers what he looked like, Myung-seok said.

I can't think of anything. Oh, the hairstyle was a bit unique. What was it called? A horse's bun hair?

"You're talking about horsegun hair, right? Backbound."

Oh, that's right! He wears it every day. I've talked to him a few times, so I remember that one thing.

Haru and Choi Han-seok were sure about this.

As expected, the missing regular customer that Myung-seok talked about was his daughter, whom Park Ok-pal talked about.

"Then why it suddenly disappeared."

Myungseok's regular customer. So Choi Na-ra bought bungeoppang every day for her mother who was fighting cancer.

Just because my mother, who was not good at eating food, ate Myeongseok's bungeoppang even a little bit.

In other words, Choi Nara didn't come suddenly.

"At that time, Dr. Park Ok-pal passed away.’

It was not a bungeoppang that I bought for myself.

Choi Na-ra has been living in her house like a ruined person since that day.

Never imagined such a thing to happen, however, Myeong-seok simply thought that Choi's visit was cut off because his fish-shaped buns had become tasteless.

Chef Haru, if there's anything I can do for you, please let me know. Don't you know that? Me and our furbos have already received too much from Chef Haru.

Myeongseok also seemed to realize that what is happening now is not simple.

I called you a day late, and your voice was also serious. voice was also serious.

Since Myung-seok himself was a regular customer, he seemed to be worried that something might have happened.

But I didn't ask Haru what happened.

'There must be a good reason why Chef Haru doesn't talk. I only need to help the chef with what he wants.’

There was such a belief between a bright stone and a day.

And one day I was so grateful for that kind of brilliance.

Not forgetting the kindness I received once, but trying to repay it somehow.

The nerves that write to Haru and the truth that comes from them.

Myungseok was a really nice bear.

"Don't worry. That's all you need to know. I think I will contact you again in a few days. Please do it one more time.”

It doesn't matter what! Well, go ahead. Chef Haru!

A phone call cut off in a clear voice.

Haru, who hung up the phone, picked up his cell phone and took a picture of the address Myung-seok told me.

Not too far from heaven on the table.

"Let's go tomorrow."I didn't have time because I had to run a business in heaven on a table, but it wasn't fun for Haru.

Haru, who thought this might be heaven's will to help Park Ok-pal somehow, realized something and laughed quietly.

"It must be the will of the underworld, not the will of heaven."’

Besides, Yeomra actually met me last time.

Then wouldn't there be a good thing?

Thinking so, Choi Han-seok, who was standing next to him, flew to the front of the day.

Haru, there's something I want to say before this.

Choi Han-seok with a serious look on his face. The day nodded.

You know, I've been dead once, haven't I? I mean, I've experienced death properly. Of course, Haru keeps seeing ghosts. I'm sure you've done it many times.

"I don't know anything. I've met a lot of people, but I don't know a thing yet. About the minds of the ghosts."

It's a lot harder to die than you think. Haru. And like Choi Na-ra now......and accepting the death of a loved one is also a difficult issue. Especially if it's a family. If it's your mother.

One day, it was not difficult to find out why Choi Han-seok was telling himself such a story.

To put it simply, one day was completely unsympathetic.

The reason was simple.

Because I was an orphan from the beginning. Because I've never felt the presence of a mother and a father.

Because it's none other than a day who can't relate properly to what they're feeling.

"I... I don't know. Chef."

I'm your teacher. Right? Haru.

He was also a teacher of cooking and life.

We can't be sad for you. Instead, the only person who can be sad is someone who experienced the same pain.

When you go to someone's funeral, you must never say the word arc.

Besides, you shouldn't be comforting. The best thing is just to cry together.

One day, I remembered hearing this somewhere.

Don't get too close. We're not involved. He is the right-hand man of the underworld that you acknowledged, but you must not move directly. You know that, right?

"Then... what should I do? I still don't know. We cooked a lot. We treated so many ghosts. Let's see what's valuable. What is the right consolation and holy fire."

We'll take a step away and do what we have to do. Standing in the kitchen, cooking the most valuable food for ghosts. You know that, right?

Choi Han-seok's eyes penetrated the day.

One day I nodded for now. But I haven't quite understood what he said yet.

But I had this thought somewhere.

"A man who has no family and doesn't know the sadness of losing his family is the right hand of the King of the Underworld who treats ghosts.’

It was ironic. What on earth is Yeom-ra thinking?

but

We'll find out soon enough.’

I was somehow convinced that there would be something to be gained after this.

Today was also a night when my head was getting complicated.

* * *

One day I couldn't organize my thoughts until the next day.

I woke up half-asleep and headed to the place that Tulbo told me as soon as the sun rose.

Today's sales were left to Yumi, so it was only Haru and Choi Han-seok.

"More than I thought... The climb is steep."

There was a big uphill on the way to the villa village.

In the middle of Seoul.

As I climbed up the slope of Gappa, I was out of breath and sweating.Myungseok went up and down with a cart bar? It's no joke. Haru, cheer up! Way to go!

"I can't get enough energy to just float around the world and say that.”

-Then you should die, too. You don't have to say anything to cheer me up.

"Uhhhhhhh.

In the middle of Seoul.

The neighborhood itself was not very old or underdeveloped, but there was always a considerable gap between the old villas in front of the day and the large and shiny buildings that could be seen right after turning their heads a little.

It's as if it's separated like a different district even though it's the same Seoul.

It was never a good feeling.

"This is where Mr. Myeong-seok used to sell. Then the villa over here."

As I climbed all the steep uphill, I could see the residential area.

Standing right in front of the place where Myung-seok was doing business, I looked up and saw an old villa.

I looked around, but I couldn't see Park Ok-pal.

Eventually, Haru grabbed the talisman that Yeomra had given him.

"Park Ok-pal. Park Ok-pal. Park Ok-pal."

Whoo-hoo!

When I called Park Ok-pal's name three times, the talisman vibrated lightly.

Then, in the blink of an eye, she stood before the eyes of the day.

"Teacher Park Ok-pal. It's a day."

Boss of Bapsang Heaven...…. This is...

- Our president Haru is quite capable. Anyway, let's put off the details. We're here to help Park Ok Pal. This is the villa where your daughter lives, right?

Park Ok-pal seemed a little flustered, but soon regained consciousness.

She said, pointing to the third floor of the villa.

Originally, Nara and I lived together. Yes, I live alone in the country now. It's room 305, on the third floor.

Haven't you been to your daughter today?

I've been there in the morning. You cried all day last night and couldn't sleep well. He barely fell asleep in the morning. My lips are swollen because I didn't drink water...….

Inside the villa where no one comes to visit. A completely lost, completely isolated daughter.

One day, Choi Han-seok and Park Ok-pal decided to go inside the house and see the situation.

A day that wasn't a ghost could be driven into a strange situation if it goes wrong.

Haru and two ghosts are climbing the stairs like that.

Boom!

"Honey, go ahead. Just go get it right!"

"I can't live like this, really. It's not some haunted house, it's just every dawn!"

Suddenly, the front door on the second floor burst open and an angry-looking old man thumped up the stairs.

Then, he suddenly knocked on the door of room 305.

"Who lives there? Come on, come on!"

Boom boom!

"How many days has it been? I don't know what's going on, but if you scream and cry like that every night, how can we live? Come out for a minute to talk to me!"

Maybe he came up to complain about noise problems between floors.

But the tightly closed door didn't open.

Choi Han-seok and Park Ok-pal, who were surprised and rushed into the house, soon came out. One day asked in a whisper.

"How'd it go?"

Well, your daughter's in the house. He's tucked himself in his room. You didn't seem to want to come out.

Nara wasn't supposed to be like that. And the people downstairs. How can he want to argue like that even though he knows he's crying?Park Ok-pal shot at the man who came up to argue.

Maybe it's because there are two ghosts. The man, who felt something sensual, soon stood still.

"Oh, my God. Are you haunted? I was shivering all of a sudden. Anyway, do it one more time! I'm gonna call the real police!"

A man who glanced back and scurried down the stairs.

Choi Han-seok sighed and shook his head.

It's not good. This is really bad.

I thought it would work out if he came.

In the end, all he faced was a situation that looked much worse than Haru and Choi Han-seok expected.