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If carrying the unconscious woman had proven to be more perilous than he had initially thought (his shoulder still hurt after carrying him into the woods, where he had repeatedly failed to trip and throw them both down the steep slopes of the forest area). The worst was once he got home.
When he parked, he turned around to see the woman's face flooded with tears. He had stopped for a moment, not knowing what to do, before finally opting for indifference. Carrying her, however, more delicately than he had done before, one arm in the curve of her legs, another encircling her shoulders. He had miraculously managed to open the door, happy to have forgotten to lock it for once. With the woman still in his arms, he had stopped in front of the spiral staircase leading upstairs before deciding on the sofa, encouraged by her aching arms.He had searched for the woman's gun and found a police badge that he had placed on the table with the inspector's phone. As he removed the bullets from the pistol, an almost silent sob behind him made him flinch slightly:
"oppa..." The woman whispered. When he turned around, he could see that tears were again streaming down the pale cheeks of the woman: "Wait for me! Wait for me!... »
Tae Han watched silently as she stirred, as if facing an invisible enemy. His agitation is very much like that of yeong-sik in the hospital. Hastily putting down the weapon and dropping the bullets, he narrowly grabbed the policewoman as she almost fell off the couch still struggling against this invisible being. He held her as best he could on the sofa, taking a few blows at the same time:
"Keep struggling and I'll tie you up!" He growled, finally managing to immobilize her by grabbing her wrists and locking them together against her chest. "Are you still as violent?" He murmured, more for himself than for the unconscious woman who had begun to calm down slightly
Finally letting go of the woman's wrists, he readjusted one of the cushions that had fallen in the process under the inspector's head:
"What could I have done to you in a previous life that you tried to kill me today?" he asked her, picking up the bullets from the floor and stuffing them into his pocket. He would eventually consider giving her back once to assure her that she would not try a third time to kill him. He made sure to move closer to the small coffee table, on which all the woman's personal belongings, including the gun and her badge, were located. He spends part of the afternoon watching the woman struggle against her invisible demons, causing her to fall off the couch several times. When his nightmares finally seem to be over, he stood up, his legs sore after all this time squatting on the floor. He went to sit in the kitchen, rifle in hand, determined to focus on this mysterious black-eye problem, a problem far more important than a violent detective unconscious on her couch after what was certainly not a kidnapping.
"Wild cat..." He muttered to the woman