Chicago Typewriter (시카고 타자기)

I should die. When a writer can no longer write,

it's the same as being dead.

But wait, why do I have to die? Think of all I went through to get here.

Crap! The worst thing in the world is to give something and then take that away! (Meaning his writing skill)

Your fate is one that will be visited by death many times.

And each time, you meet someone in your destiny. But it's difficult for you to tell the good and bad apart, among them.

Very soon, you may meet two special people.

Do well. Only then can you live.

If the same thing happened again, then

I will leave you to die! I will never help you!

No!

Episode 3 -

What are you doing?

Are you reading the flow of the celestial abodes?

"Seol" in her name stands for "snow," right?

Yes. But why, suddenly?

What is it, Mrs. Big Bell Fairy?

It will rain. Take down the laundry.

When you can just read the weather report, why do you uselessly pretend to be a master of prediction?

Everyone in the fortune-telling circles knows that your spiritual powers are weakened.

Whether it could be a good destiny for her or not,

I just hope she doesn't get involved recklessly and end up in trouble.

Omo. Omo, it's really raining.

Seong Soo Cheong

Chicago Typewriter

I am your passionate fan, Mr. Writer.

Don't worry about anything. You will get well soon.

I will take good care of you.

Where is this?

Who on earth brought me here?

Stalker

This situation is...

Misery.

Have you come to your senses?

What the... What is she?

You were lucky. You got your money's worth on that expensive car.

If not a shovel or a syringe, can she hold nothing else in her hands?

And fortunately on my way to work,

I happened to pass by where you were. That was your luck, too.

So how about it? The word "miracle" seems appropriate here, doesn't it?

Oh no. What is this? Am I a freaking dog?

I certainly can't tell that you are not (a dog).

What is this? Is she reading my mind? Maybe she's really a psychopath?

No, I'm not.

Unfortunately, the sudden torrential rain yesterday washed the road away,

so the rescue team can't get here right away.

So I used the emergency supplies and various substitute materials in this mountain cabin to provide you with emergency treatment.

Now then...

I told you not to move. If you keep moving...

If I move? Then? What will you do? Will you shoot me with a gun?

Are you going to smash my legs with a hammer?

I told you not to move.

This is the first time I'm doing this with a human, so I am nervous, too.

What... is this?

It's liquefied gruel. I was going to spoon-feed you, but I could not find a spoon in this cabin.

Oh, then you should have told me beforehand...

After you finish your gruel, the medicine— - I won't take it.

How can I take medicine, when I don't know what it is?

I was going to give you the medicine after, but I thought it would be hard for you to take, so I ground it and mixed it into the gruel.

Crap. Then you should tell me that beforehand, too!

It's a very strong sedative, so you will get pretty sleepy.

Don't worry, and sleep well.

Don't worry? What bullcrap.

How can I know what you will do to me while I sleep?

Oh, I can't fight this. I can't sleep...

Maybe write a draft...

It's already 10 AM. Is he here?

No. What do we do?

I'm going crazy.

Writer Han is?

He still cannot be contacted.

Chicago Typewriter, Part 1

Writer Han's draft is here.

He wrote it on a typewriter.

Mi Yeong, start processing it into a computer. How long will it take for you to type this?

I will try to do it in ten minutes. What about the rest?

Jeong Bok, ask for ten minutes from the website team.

The rest of you work on social media.

What are you doing not moving? Move, move, move, move!

Big Bell Celestial Fairy Can-Do-Anything Errand Service

Jeon... Seol?

Dad! - Dad! - Are you well?

Are you well?

I am doing well.

I am doing well.

Dad! - Dad! - I miss you! - I miss you!

Seol. Seol! Daddy's "legend." (homophone for Jeon Seol)

Come here, I said.

This is a swing I made myself, just for you.

Because you used to live with only your mom, is it hard for you to get used to living with me, whom you didn't even know well before?

Dad has a gift for you.

This is something I found in the snow when I went to the mountains. I think it's more than 70 years old.

It's broken, but doesn't it look like it has some stories behind it?

Look at how the second hand is made of gold, instead of the hour hand. The owner of this watch

knew that the small things must be done right, for the big things to move properly. (reference to a famous poem)

Here. It's yours now.

From now on, you shouldn't be tied down by your past, and don't waste your present on concerning too much about the future.

Live being true to every minute, every second of your present. Do you understand?

Are my words too difficult?

So what Dad is saying is, just...

Seol, do what you enjoy, and live every day joyfully. Got it?

I got it.

I got it. Your words are engraved on my heart, Dad, like a tattoo.

I am making an effort to live joyfully every day.

My watch. Where did it go?

Her father's memorial? - He passed away while trying to rescue someone in distress. Did you know?

I knew that, of course. - She scattered his ashes in that mountain.

Every year, around this time, she would quietly go alone to that mountain and spend a few days there.

She also does that when she's feeling uneasy.

Oh, is that all? Gosh.

I couldn't get in contact with her for a month, so I thought something bad happened. So what's the bad news?

Due to the torrential rain, that area became completely isolated.

What?

Were you trying to escape?

I told you that we are isolated, so for now, escape is impossible.

Don't come near me. Don't come near me.

Your body still isn't well, so why do you keep doing this?

You should understand when someone is speaking nicely.

What is this? This is a spoon.

There was a spoon!

Wow, there are as many spoons here as in a restaurant.

So what is the reason you used a syringe to feed me?

How can I dare to put a dirt-spoon into your mouth? When it had been used by the numerous masses?

Then did you tie up my body because it was used by the numerous masses, as well?

I thought you may have bone fractures, so I tied you up before I put a cast on.

But you seemed alright, so I untied you.

You're pranking me, aren't you? You have a grudge against me, right?

The former is true, the latter is not.

Wow. This woman, she could build the Great Wall with her grudge.

I appreciate that you provided me with great material.

Hey, where are you going when I'm speaking to you? Hey, can't you hear what I'm saying?

Where are you going, carrying a shovel?

I guess I have something to use a shovel for.

Are you looking for a place to bury me?

Wow. Your creativity is abundant. But hey, I didn't think of that.

How can you keep being so snappish?

What do you want to know, anyway?

Why are you here?

Because you are holding on to me, Mr. Writer.

What I mean is, how did you know I would get into an accident there, and appear right on time, at that very place?

What? This looks like a scheme, too? Are you accusing me of tampering with your car beforehand?

Come on. Looking at such coincidences keeps repeating—

How can I relieve this damn suspicion of yours? This is my dad's mountain cabin, okay?

I am going to look for a keepsake he gave me before dying, which I lost while moving you here. And just in case it is buried in the forest, I am bringing a shovel.

Why did you appear here, that's what I want to ask you. Okay? Is this enough now?

Well, why are you screeching, anyway?

I'm the crazy one. I shouldn't have saved your life again.

This tendency to flatter yourself, it's really unbecoming.

"Maybe he's changed a bit. After saving his life, he must feel something."

"After regaining consciousness, once he speaks, what will he say first? That he is sorry about last time? That he is grateful this time?"

"If he says just those two things, I will forgive him." Having thought that, I am the crazy one, for sure!

Geez, no need to call yourself that.

Keep in your mind. We are isolated here and I am the only one to help you, who just was reassembled from great bone fractures.

If you want to live, stop screaming at me rudely and ask for my help.

You said you wouldn't cause trouble that you would require my help. Bullcrap.

How dare she keep speaking casually to me?

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I'm doomed.

Write! Don't be so feeble as if you are a fly attacked by insecticide.

It's already been a month. You are not in your right mind. We need to come up with some plans.

If the Ten Billion Project gets screwed up, the damage is too great.

Stalker: Mystery Novel by Han Se Ju

You said we met before, right?

When was that?

Subwa]

Did you see that?

If you save my life, I will definitely save you, too.

I am this kind of person.

We're too close.

If this is a scheme as well, you will die.

Gosh, come on.

I am sorry about last time.

I am grateful to you this time.

Oh, I'm giving myself goosebumps from disgust.

Don't misunderstand. I am not good at saying these kinds of things.

So I try to not create situations where I have to say them.

Why are you so distrustful of others? Some kind of cos-play by famous people?

Just consider it a result of having been stabbed in the back by many people.

Is there anyone who's never been stabbed in the back?

Let me ask you something now.

Fine, go ahead.

Why don't you smile? You used to smile a lot.

You said I was like "Misery," so I decided not to smile.

You called me a stalker, so I completely stop being a fan, too.

But why is your heart beating so fast?

Whose heart? - Yours. Didn't you know?

Your heart is beating very fast right now.

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I know.

I know it all.

You can't sleep, huh?

This situation, it's what every fan dreams of, right?

No need to exert yourself hiding it.

To hide your feelings must be difficult,

and you're not the only one who would feel this way, so no need to be embarrassed about it.

People say this about me, that I have an entrance

but no exit. (Once you fall for me, there is no end.)