Bailonz Street 13-Chapter 214.2
‘I wonder what that even is.’
The Daydream Inc. sales staff, who didn’t know much about the potion, could only sneak a glance.
Does it make you young again, or something?
In any case, the payment for the special potion wasn’t made on the spot, and rumor had it that what the clients paid with wasn’t even money.
‘I heard it’s for helping the company out with something…’
Maybe they helped cover up illegal activities, or got involved in a rigged bidding process… At least, that’s what the sales rep guessed.
Of course, he didn’t breathe a word of this out loud.
In any case, everything went as usual for a regular delivery after that.
Before leaving, you flatter the client and keep the mood pleasant, so they’ll continue the contract.
And, as usual, the sales rep just tried to think up some light small talk.
“Oh, does your child like to draw?”
“…Pardon?”
“They left something here.”
Remembering the drawing he’d seen earlier, he reached out and groped around the sofa. He was sure it was right here…
“There was this cute crayon drawing saying ‘Hungry’. It was…”
…Huh?
He blinked.
All he felt was the smooth leather of the sofa.
He turned his head quickly, but there was no sign of a drawing.
That’s strange. He was sure he’d left it on the sofa…
“What paper?”
“Oh.”
As he turned to explain, the couple looked at him quizzically.
“Our eldest already moved out. College already.”
“Is th…at so.”
A reaction like that was no different from saying, ’What are you talking about? There aren’t any kids here.’
Damn it!
The couple, now watching him with suspicion, soon stood up, saying they’d put the potion away, and as soon as they left, the supervisor’s superior shot him a look of disbelief.
“Are you insane?”
“I’m sorry.”
But he felt wronged.
What the hell is going on?
“No, but it was really there. You saw it too, didn’t you, Assistant Manager?”
“What are you talking about.”
“I mean, the drawing, like a page torn from a sketchbook. Looked like a kid scribbled on it…”
Like that, over there.
“Oh!”
The sales rep got up and went over to something he spotted nearby.
Under the kitchen table, half-hidden beneath a carpet, was a piece of paper.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“You see this, right? It was something like this.”
He flipped the paper over. There was probably another child’s drawing or writing on the back…
it hurts
im hung
Ry
iT huRts
i WAnT To leAvve
The paper was filled with those crooked words.
And all around the words were clumsy drawings of family members.
The adults were holding black sticks and nooses, and where their faces should be were eerily red and black, distorted facial features.
As if
staring
out from the paper.
“……”
A chill crawled up his spine.
Something was off.
This was the kind of thing you’d expect to see from an abused child, the sort of drawing brought to a psychologist…
“Um, Assistant Manager. I think we should at least check on this…”
“Hey.”
His boss tapped him on the back.
“What’s the first saying they taught us in training?”
“……”
“Don’t you remember?”
“…Curiosity killed the cat.”
– Do not try to find out about the client, or the performance of the products you sell.
Ignorance.
It was training that went exactly against the usual professionalism expected of sales positions.
That’s probably why they emphasized it first and foremost.
“Ah, right. You still don’t even know what kind of medicine we’re delivering, do you?”
“……”
“The less you know, the better.”
The same goes for the clients.
It’s better not to know.
“……”
i WAnT To leAvve
The sales rep looked down at the drawing and the words, then finally sighed and nodded.
“Yes.”
His boss patted him on the back. The sales rep bent down to fold the paper and put it back on the floor.
“Alright. Let’s just be careful heading out…”
leAvve
Thuk.
“……!”
Suddenly, all the lights in the house went out.
In the pitch-black darkness, the two salesmen reached for each other in confusion.
It was dark.
“Is this… a blackout?”
“Yes, I think so…”
It was strangely quiet.
Normally, when the lights go out suddenly, people would make noise or talk to check what’s going on, right?
But in the oppressive darkness, only the sound of rain outside the window filled the silence.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter……
“…Excuse me!”
No answer came back.
The outline of the house was just barely visible in the silence, as if it were holding its breath…
A chill.
“……”
“…Let’s just go outside and take a look. See if it’s a blackout in the whole neighborhood.”
The two headed for the front door.
Because of the rain, it was dark, but not so dark that they couldn’t find their way to the door.
But somehow… it felt wrong.
‘…The smell of rain.’
There was the scent of damp earth.
It wasn’t a smell you’d expect in a well-maintained house. The supervisor took a shallow breath, uncomfortable, and stepped forward.
Up ahead, his superior seemed to be fumbling for something in his pocket.
Was that his talisman?
“This lock… hold on.”
He seemed to be struggling with the front door lock. Probably because it was unfamiliar and dark.
“Should I try?”
“Sure. But…”
“Why are you still holding that piece of paper?”
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