For a moment, I doubted my ears. Lee Gaon’s tearful voice continued.
“Snff, Gunbam-nim, hic, I’ll be waiting in the laboratory….”
The broadcast ended.
She had sounded relatively calm for someone who claimed to have killed another person, but it was still impossible not to be surprised.
What in the world had happened upstairs?
There was no way to know until I checked, but I became intensely curious.
‘Was it Tak Jucheol, or Paeng Sangdo?’
Paeng Sangdo talked a lot, so Lee Gaon might have flown into a rage and killed him impulsively.
But every remark Tak Jucheol made was just as obnoxious, so there was also a considerable chance he had been killed.
Wondering which of the two it was, I quietly moved only my eyes to check Kwak Hanmuk and Mo Haein.
Mo Haein showed little reaction to the broadcast. Kwak Hanmuk, still pinning the Cook Zombie with his foot, expressed his admiration.
“I didn’t think the researcher had it in her. She’s pretty impressive.”
The Cook Zombie beneath his combat boot was still twitching even though the boss battle had ended.
It was trying to pick up the pieces of the gonggi stone scattered across the floor.
Its bloodied fingers scraped harshly…