<h4>Chapter 80: Gichukoksa [1]</h4>


    Dolseok opened the bag.


    Makbongid down what he had on his back, too.


    -Char Char


    The sound that metals make was spreading in the air.


    Ganghyuk who watched it beside them had goosebumps but the Pyeonsu did not show any changes in his faicial expression.


    ‘Why is he so brave?’


    He became curious.


    He might not be an ordinary man.


    “Hey.”


    When Ganghyuk called him, he opened his eyes.


    But he did not answer.


    Ganghyuk did not expect an answer, either.


    Ganghyuk was about to torture him. Who would want to talk with his torturer?


    It was fortunate that he did not have strength to spit at him.


    “What is your name?”


    “He did not say anything.”


    Ganghyuk continued showing a pale smile on his face.


    “I asked it because I am curious. It is nothing to do with my task today. I am not a loyal person but I like someone who has strong loyalty.


    “Heung”


    The man turned his back to Ganghyuk.


    Even the simple movement gave him enough pain.


    He moaned.


    “Sir, we are ready.”


    Dolseok got some operation tools.


    “Heo, Cham.”


    He became dumbfounded to think that he must torture him and get an information from him.


    He had never done that and never thought of it.


    He gave pain on the process of the treatment, but it had never been his purpose to give pain to someone.


    It used to be an unavoidable side-effect of the treatment. But now…


    “You are not my enemy and I don’t have a grudge on you, but I have to get information from you… Sorry.”


    Ganghyuk checked operation tools that Dolseok had given to him.


    It made an unpleasant sound whenever Ganghyuk touched them.


    “Sir, how about tying him first?”


    Dolseok was quite calm.


    Ganghyuk agreed on his proposal.


    He had some tools to tie him, too.


    ‘Lee Hangbok gave me these.’


    Ganghyuk took out some leather strips from his sleeves.


    “Yes, tie him with these strips.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Dolseok and Makbong tied his limbs with their strong and tough hands.


    He did not protest.


    “Do no tie the limbs too tight. Watch the color of the nails. If it is too tight, the fingers can be decayed.”


    “Ah, yes… Is it ok?”


    “Yes, you are doing well. Have you done it before?”


    “No, it is my first time but Makbong is a professional.”


    As Dolseok said, Makbong tied him using professional knots.


    He tied him twice faster than Dolseok, while showing perfection of the work.


    The biggest difference was Makbong did not give him much pain. The man did not show any changes in his facial expression.


    “Where did you learn it?”


    “I did not learn it… Sometimes my client wants this at the night service.”


    “Client? Heo… Is there a woman asking this?”


    “Yes, sometimes I be tied, too.”


    “Ha, there is SM in Joseon. Unbelievable.”


    “Pardon?”


    “Nothing. Just keep working.”


    “Yes, yes.”


    Ganghyuk tilted his head because of curiosity.


    He remembered a scene in an AV film he had downloaded by mistake.


    Some differences were that there were two men and great amount of pain is expected.


    ‘Ah, it is really difficult…’


    He regretted that he epted the offer.


    But he could not make another decision, even if he could be back to that point.


    The will of Hangbok was strong and Jeong Cheol pushed him, too.


    ‘If I do this, I can protect Yeoju and have good background.’


    The government of Joseon was divided into two under the king.


    One was Dongin.


    It was led by Ryu Seongyong and Lee Sanhae. He was already a good friend of Seongyong.


    The other was Seoin.


    It was led by Jeong Cheil. If he could do the task sessfully he could get support from Jeong Cheol, too.


    ‘People say that divide eggs in separate bags.’


    It is good to have a ship which will not sink easily.


    Then it is better to make friends with Seoin.


    It might be a lucky opportunity for him.


    Lee Hangbok might consider him a gift.


    “Heum”


    Ganghyuk touched the scalpel but he thought it would not be useful for torture.


    If one wanted to ‘destroy’ somebody’s body, it would be thest tool that he would want.


    “No… no…”


    The man’s body was already full of wounds.


    One or two wounds would not make difference.


    He did not like to do it, either.


    “Then, how about this?”


    He stopped at forceps.


    It is used to stop bleeding or to fix some tissues.


    Naturally, it is very strong and can be used multi-purpose.


    For example, taking out nails or pinching flesh.


    ‘I don’t want to do that…’


    He did not want to give pain by damaging some part.


    He wanted to avoid damages, if he could.


    Anyway, it was the beginning.


    ‘Ok.’


    Ganghyuk looked at the things that Makbong carried.


    He thought he would try these things first. If they did not work, he would use operation tools.


    “Makbong.”


    “Yes.”


    “Can you blow it?”


    “Yes…”


    Makbong showed hesitation when he saw the bags that Ganghyuk swayed.


    It was true that he was the best blower, but he did not want to do it.


    He had no intention to be the best yer in balloon blowing.


    But he couldn’t help saying yes because Ganghyuk asked him.


    “You are the best, I know. I took you in because you were best at blowing.”


    “Oh, I see, then, I will do that.”


    “Good. Dolseok, can you do that, too?”


    “Eo… Eum… Yes.”


    Dolseok was verypetitive against Makbong.


    When Makbong nodded his head, Dolseok had no choice.


    “Ok, then.”


    Ganghyuk put blowfish poison in the syringe.


    ‘5mL is enough to paralyze a man.’


    He had plenty of clinical data,


    “Ok, it might prick.”


    Ganghyuk said bouncing the syringe with his index finger.


    The manughed at Ganghyuk and shook his head.


    “Do you think I will give you information with that?”


    “We will see.”


    It might be the most terrible torture that he had up to then.


    He would not be able to breathe even though he was fully conscious.


    Ganghyuk wound up a rubber band on the arm clicking his tongue.


    As he decided to be a torturer, he must get information from him.


    ‘It is your fault to n a treason at this time. Japanese bandits are


    on the alert for an opportunity.’


    Ganghyuk tried to rationalize himself and tapped the blood vessel of the man.


    Because of tortures for a long time, he was slimmer than before and his vessel was easily found.


    Pok


    Ganghyuk injected the poison to his blood vessel.


    If it was injected to the blood vessel, the effect would be quicker.


    “Is it all?”


    The man ridiculed.


    But that was thest word that they heard.


    Dolseok and Makbong who held scrotums clicked their tongues with pity.


    “Poor man.”


    “Why do you pity him? He deserves…”


    His face became strange.


    The fatal poison was spread.


    Although it was diluted, it was injected directly to the blood vessel.


    He was captivated by the fear.


    “Ke…Kek. You…. What …d..id.. do…”


    Ganghyuk measured his pulse with an indifferent face.


    To say more specifically and clinically, he touched the Radial Artery.


    ‘His heart beat is going up.’


    Ganghyuk fixed his eyes on the chest of the man.


    ‘Breathing decreased.’


    It was what he expected.


    Ganghyuk thought it was very fortunate that blowfish poison gave effects on a striated muscle and respiratory muscle only.


    If it influenced heart, plenty of people had to die because of the experiment.


    If it did, nobody would eat blowfish even though it would be tastier.


    ‘Smooth muscles are ok’


    It was the perfect poison for torture.


    The face of the man became red.


    It seemed that he felt all the pains in the world.


    Dolseok asked with anxious voice.


    “He might be killed, sir.”


    “No, he is still ok.”


    Ganghyuk measured his pulse.


    The man was very healthy.


    His heart beat increased rather than decreased.


    It means that he could manage to be alive.


    His body tried its best to ovee hypoxia.


    “Be ready.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Dolseok and Makbong blew the fake balloons with themand of Ganghyuk.


    They became full and then were about to be burst but Ganghyuk did not give them additionalmand.


    Ganghyuk looked at the chest and face of the man alternatively.


    He still touched the man’s pulse.


    “Painful?”


    He did not answer.


    Even if he wanted to answer, he could not do it in this state.


    As there was no inhale, no exhale was possible.


    “You are dying, you know?”


    Ganghyuk felt the heartbeat which recorded the peak and then slowed down.


    If he left him in this state, he would lose consciousness and then die.


    “I will not let you die. Don’t worry. Makbong, give me the balloon.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Ganghyuk blew the air from the balloon to the mouth of the man.


    Then Dolseok’s balloon.


    After repeating a few times, his heartbeat came back to normal.


    “Ok, then we will take a rest.”


    Ganghyuk murmured feeling the pulse of the man.


    With hismand, Dolseok and Makbong left the bag on the floor.


    It was a resting time.


    Except one…


    “Heok”


    The man’s face became red again.


    The heartbeat increased to the peak.


    Ganghyuk waited for a while and then gave him air in the balloons.


    After more than 10 times repetition of the process, he was released from the intoxication.


    The man looked at Ganghyuk as if he saw a devil.


    “De….vil, yooooo u’r a devil…”


    “It must be very painful.”


    “Son…”


    “What is your name? What do you n to do?”


    “Shut up.”


    The man shut up his mouth again.


    “You are stubborn.”


    If Ganghyuk was in his shoe, he would not wait to be tortured.


    When he was about to be tied, he would confess everything.


    “Dolseok, give me a rubber band.”


    “Start again, sir?”


    “Yes, I can’t help it.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    Ganghyuk tied his arm slowly.


    The man watched Ganghyuk doing this.


    With fear that he had never felt before.


    “Well,….. here. Aiku.”


    Ganghyuk dropped syringes intentionally.


    More specifically speaking, he dropped ’20’ syringes that he had in his chest.


    When the man’s eyes were stricken by despair, the second syringe went into his blood vessel.


    “Let’s do it fast. You can’t die till you confess everything that you know.”