Kill Your X Chapter 50

Fortunately or unfortunately, apart from the news of the actor’s death, there was no mention of what happened at the villa. The actual location where the victim’s body was found was quite far from the villa.

Including the villain Ma Yubin, the other actors were actively working as if nothing had happened. Their faces, plastered all over various media, looked so unconcerned that I started to question whether everything I experienced that night was just a delusion.

I nervously bit my short fingernails.

‘What should I do? Should I report what I know to the police now? I can’t just stay silent when someone died. But where do I even begin to explain this…’

“Teacher Song, have you seen this?”

“Yes?”

My colleague next to me suddenly spoke. I jumped about 5cm in my seat and then, realizing that she was pointing to a simple work document, let out a sigh of relief.

“If you’re not feeling well, you can take some more time off. You’ve looked unwell since you came in this morning. You’re so pale, you look like you’re about to collapse.”

“I’m fine. I’ll check the document and get the approval right away. It’s been so long since I took consecutive days off during the week, it feels strange.”

I covered the portal site window with the work window. The outside matters were important, but since I had returned to work, dealing with my tasks was the priority.

Perhaps I looked like I was struggling despite not feeling well, as my colleague kept glancing at me.

“We were really worried. Being so sick that you couldn’t even contact us directly, what’s wrong with young people these days? By the way, who was the person who called instead of you?”

“Didn’t he introduce himself?”

I had completely forgotten amidst the string of shocking events. I was worried about what Seo Seunghan, with his blatant lack of social skills, might have said to my workplace. He wouldn’t have said he was my boyfriend like he did at Jerome, would he?

“No. He just said, ‘Teacher Song is with me right now, but he’s sick and can’t come in,’ click.”

I could clearly picture his characteristic blunt tone. Well, it might have sounded a bit rude, but it was better than unnecessary rambling.

“He’s just a friend. I have to move, but there’s a gap in my lease, so I’m staying with him for a while.”

“I see. It’s good to have someone by your side at a time like this. It’s especially tough to be sick when you live alone.”

I responded appropriately to my colleague’s words and continued with my work. I had been worried about the death just a moment ago, and now I was worried about my sexual orientation being accidentally revealed.

I couldn’t argue with anyone who criticized me for not knowing what was important. It was best to just accept that this was the kind of person I was.

As I was frantically catching up on work, it was almost closing time. I opened the portal site window to see if there were any new articles, but a different issue entirely caught my eye. Another storm hit my life.

[Whistleblower scandal surrounding Song Jeonggun, police commissioner nominee. Is the star cop actually a gangster’s stooge?]

I froze at the aggressive headline targeting my father. My stomach churned violently despite not having eaten anything. Clutching my stomach in pain, I clicked on the news video.

[The whistleblower accusations surrounding Song Jeonggun, police commissioner nominee, are creating a stir. While Mr. Song is publicly known as a grim reaper who catches gangsters, Mr. Nam, a former colleague and the whistleblower, claims the reality is different.]

My hand trembled as I turned up the volume on my earphones. The person on the screen changed from the news anchor to Mr. Nam, the whistleblower.

“It was like that throughout his entire career as a police officer. He maintained a close relationship with a gang boss, exchanging information. He only selectively arrested relatively small organizations, leaving the big ones alone. It’s practically the same as him taking care of the small fry for the organization backing him.”

[Mr. Nam also claimed that Mr. Song is connected to the disappearance of a fellow police officer 11 years ago. He said the case was hastily closed despite clear grounds for further investigation. Mr. Song Jeonggun’s side strongly denies the allegations and stated they will release a statement before the confirmation hearing.]

The comments section of the article was flooded with speculation about the organization mentioned in the news. Surprisingly, the most frequently mentioned name was the Kumto gang, the very group Seo Seunghan belonged to.

Police Commissioner Nominee Song Jeonggun embroiled in whistleblower scandal. Is the star cop actually a gangster’s stooge?

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Anonymous • 1 day ago

― Isn’t this something everyone already knows? Ma Yubin’s agency, KNT – Kumto gang. The Cheongdam-dong club that recently had a drug scandal is also under their control lol

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Anonymous • 1 day ago

― Seriously, are there still people who don’t know that the entertainment industry and gangsters are all in cahoots lol

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― Kumto gang has been famous for a long time. It’s surprising that this is controversial now

Those who followed entertainment news were already weaving their own theories, speculating that the rookie actor’s death a few days ago was also related to the gang.

I jumped up and went to the back of the office. The phone connected shortly after I pressed the call button.

“Mother! Did you see the article about Father today? What’s going on? Where is Father, and what is he doing…?”

― Did you get off work, son? I’m on my way home from flower arranging class.

I was momentarily speechless at her casual tone. Mother asked after my well-being as usual, asking if I was working late at the library again.

“Are you really okay? The political news is completely filled with stories about Father.”

― Gyujin, you don’t have to worry about a thing. This is all a smear campaign by the opposing candidate to damage your father’s reputation. He’s already losing, so he must be very jealous.

I guessed Mother had already heard a different story from Father. For Mother, with her gentle nature, to be this calm meant she had something to rely on.

“The article said the whistleblower is a police officer who used to work with Father. Why would he sell himself out for the opposing candidate?”

― Well, he must have been bribed or something. I found out that the whistleblower has been stuck in his position for a long time because he caused so much trouble within the department. He must have resentment towards your father for being successful, unlike him. This is why being too successful can be a problem, hoho.

Her consistently calm demeanor made me feel like I was overreacting. Mother told me Father was busy preparing for a press conference and planned to refute the attacks with clear evidence.

“Clear evidence?”

― Yes. Something about him secretly colluding with a gang, being the real culprit behind the disappearance of his fellow officer. His claims are absurd. Your father is such a righteous man, there’s no way such a thing could be true.

I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling until I got home. If the past I remembered was true, there was a possibility that my father had an inappropriate relationship with a criminal organization.

But for that organization to be the Kumto gang…

Even if meeting Kim Minseok, the real Si Yeonho, was a coincidence, Seo Seunghan approaching me again now felt forced. If his purpose was simply to harm me, he had already missed too many opportunities.

Above all, Seo Seunghan had known for a long time that my father was a police officer. If the collusion was true, he would know better than anyone.

What did Seo Seunghan really want from me?

The fragmented memories of that last night made me feel delusional. I had never believed in anything supernatural in my life, but this was something I couldn’t accept without believing in it.

“Seo Seunghan…”

He said he was going to leave the organization. I chewed on my lower lip, looking at my phone, which hadn’t rung in days. I had a bad feeling.

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A few days later, my father held a press conference to directly address the whistleblower issue. I watched it live through a streaming service.

Dressed in his dark blue police uniform, my father was the same upright man I had always known. He had more wrinkles on his face than before, but even those marks of time shone as the experience of a high-ranking official.

“First of all, I’d like to apologize to the public for the confusion caused by this sudden news.”

The noise created by the reporters at the scene, as well as my father’s voice, was vividly transmitted through the speakers. My father waited for the room to quiet down before speaking again.

“This is my 27th year working as a police officer. Throughout this long time, my belief that the police are the first to step forward when citizens are in danger has never wavered.”

A human touch was added to his usually stern face. It was a side of him I rarely saw.

“There are many dangerous situations when working in the field. In the process, I have lost many precious colleagues, including Detectives Choi Sehoon and Kang Junseop.”

The two names mentioned were police officers who went missing on duty 11 years ago. They were once my father’s colleagues, and their bodies had yet to be found.