Returner’s Magic Laundry

Summons an apple and absorbs a few.

Absorption is the same as eating, so it is the same as full.

I barely remembered the last numbers 21 and 33, but the last number seemed to come out of nowhere.

It was only after I had to absorb a few more apples that I remembered the last number.

‘34!’

Before I forgot, I wrote it down on a notepad.

‘3, 6, 18, 21, 33, 34 Yes!’

There were 11 first-place winners, and the prize was a whopping 1.229 billion won.

If I win, the number of winners will increase to 12, and the amount will be slightly reduced, but where is this?

I carefully placed the note with the winning number in the safe.

Now, if I wait until June 28, 2014, about 1 billion won will come into my hands.

Such luck as I have never won a single scratching lottery ticket worth 500 won in my life!

But it quickly became dull.

‘… … 2014 is too far away.’

barely… … It wasn't hard, but I couldn't wait 14 years blankly to get 1 billion.

Then there is only one way.

That's right... … .

Even a tiger would come if I said anything, but Ko Gun-soo, Kim Sang-il, and Kwak Ki-hyuk came to the laundry.

“Not left!”

Kim Sang-il and Kwak Ki-hyeok pushed Go Geon-soo and came up to me, and suddenly they hugged me.

“Hey, hey, why are you here? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Kim Sang-il and Kwak Ki-hyeok released me, and they gave me expressions that I did not know whether to cry or laugh.

There are even tears in Kim Sang-il's eyes.

“Hey, are you crying?”

"do not know. We've run out of space."

“What?”

I was so startled that I screamed and dropped the laundry bag.

"G… … Really?"

‘Oh, not this.’

This could not be.

It's definitely right to enter the Cannes competition... … .

Then, pushing the two away, Go Gun-soo came out.

“Hey, don’t make fun of Annam. Annam-ah was selected for our Cannes Short Film Competition. We're going to Cannes."

"what? It's real, isn't it?"

“Because it’s real. Baby, you've been deceived by them again."

“These children!”

Kim Sang-il and Kwak Ki-hyuk ran again and hugged Ko Kun-soo and me.

hey hey hey!

We loved it so much that we screamed and ran for a while.

“Hey, congratulations.”

I knew it was going to be at a film festival, but I couldn't help but be happy even knowing that.

“Sang-il, come here! finger up! You have to get tired.”

He snapped his fingers and called out.

“Hey, it’s because I didn’t get excited. There, it's done, it's going to happen. All luck is running out.”

“Okay. Guys, get it!”

Go Gun-soo and Kwak Ki-hyuk seemed excited and caught Kim Sang-il.

“Hey, let this go. Aren't you going to let this go?"

Kim Sang-il struggled with his chubby body.

Instead of holding the intestines on my fingers, I gave Kim Sang-il a delicious bite of honey chestnut on his forehead.

right!

Go Gun-soo and Kwak Ki-hyuk, one each.

fufu.

“Hey, are you like this? You too get one!”

Thanks to the sudden dump, we were also hit one by one.

And for a while it became a sea of ​​laughter.

'So good. Time to laugh like this with you guys. I’m afraid it will disappear again.’

This time, I thought I would never miss it.

“Are you going to go with me? The Film Promotion Committee said they would support me to attend the Cannes Film Festival, so I'm going to use that money to go with us. I want you to go too.”

“Yeah, let’s go together.”

Kim Sang-il and Kwak Ki-hyuk appeared.

“No, I can’t go because of the laundry. Have a good trip with you.”

“Are you really not?”

In fact, I have already been there once in my previous life.

Of course, I went there with my friends too.

That time was certainly precious, but I didn't want to close the laundry for a long time now.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Go and have a good time with you guys. If you win, be sure to mention my name.”

“What is the award? Last year, a Korean short film won the grand prize of the jury. So I don't think it will be given to Korean works this year... … .”

In 1999, Song Yi-gon's 'Picnic' was a Korean short film that won the first prize at the Cannes Film Festival.

“If you like your work, you give it to me. If you gave it last year, won't you give it this year?"

"anyway… … .”

Go Gun-soo looked a little unsure.

“Anyway, where did you go to the Cannes Film Festival? I am satisfied with that.”

"I also."

"Me too."

The three of them looked satisfied with this.

“Oh, and can you take a look at this? I wrote the first screenplay.”

Go Geon-soo pulled out a thick scenario printout from his bag.

“Did you write quickly? Looking at the thickness, I think it will be over 100 pages.”

“Yeah, that’s enough.”

“What is the genre?”

"thriller."

“The title… … .”

When I checked the title printed on the cover, I saw a bold typography that reads ‘Feeling’.

For a moment, my expression hardened.

'Blood'... … .

It was Go Gun-soo's first feature film and it disappeared without a sound as soon as it was released.

“Yeah, I’ll read it.”

It was a movie I had even seen in theaters in my previous life, but I thought I would read it again.

Because things are very different this time.

Since Koh Gun-soo finished one short as director, I thought that it would be a little different no matter what.

“Oh, I have a part-time job shooting a wedding!”

Kwak Ki-hyuk looked at the time and jumped up.

“Are you still filming part-time?”

When I asked, Kwak Ki-hyuk made a face that he couldn't help it.

“What should I do, we need money and everyone doesn’t have money to work on a movie, so we have to shoot everything for free. I have to do this, even if I pay the monthly rent.”

Kim Sang-il also got up.

“I have to help my mom’s restaurant, too. I need some money to go to France.”

“Yeah, I’m going too. While you're on your way, make some travel plans."

Go Gun-soo said and got up, and Kim Sang-il gave him a pint glass.

“He’s such a good seller. We just have to fill that schedule and come back.”

"I'm sorry. Friends. Because I am a bit of a gold spoon.”

Go Geon-su gathered his thumb and forefinger, squinted his eyes, and made a gesture of a little.

“Anyway, we’ll go. We also received the script, so let's get together once we've read it all.

"okay."

He saw his friends off and sat down again.

In the afternoon, customers often visited the laundry, and delivery had to be done in the afternoon, so I postponed reading the script to the evening.

Besides, it was time for Yongcheon to return from school in a little while.

“Brother, I’m here.”

Yongcheon slammed the door open and put down his bag.

“Oh, Yongcheon is here? But why did you come so quickly? I also play soccer with my friends.”

“I enjoy playing with hyung here more. I can play soccer with my brother.”

“Child, shall we go to the playground after dinner and play a game?”

I thought Yongcheon would like it.

“I have to do the homework that Jin-ah noona gave me.”

“… … .”

“Oh, my dad gave me this. I want to buy something delicious to eat with you.”

"What is this?"

Yongcheon handed ten ten thousand won bills into my hand.

“Hey, why did you give me so much?”

“I have a lot of work these days, so I made some money. I eat pizza with this.”

"okay. But is pizza delivered at this time?”

“… … ?”

The horse came out like a returner.

“Oh, no, I think Pizza Hot didn’t deliver.”

“It has changed to delivery since last year. My dad used to do it sometimes.”

“Okay then, let’s eat pizza. With the rest of the money, buy something delicious and eat it on the wall.”

"Yeah."

“Brother, how about Kami?”

“I don’t know, I went up to the second floor earlier. I don't know if he's at home."

Yongcheon started to sing Kami.

“Kamiya!”

“Because you can’t come down. Go up and play.”

"Yeah."

Yongcheon came down after playing with Kami on the second floor for a while.

He ordered pizza and brought Yong Chun-i home for a walk.

In the evening, the number of customers looking for clothes has decreased a lot, so I think I can concentrate a little more now.

I opened up the scenario that Ko Gun-soo left behind and read it with concentration.

Although it was a long screenplay of over 100 pages, it was easy to read and easy to read.

It took me about an hour to meticulously read everything and cover the script.

'Hmm… … .'

There was no change in the content from that 'Blood Eye' that was released in a previous life.

‘It can’t be like this.’

If it was filmed according to this scenario, it would not be an investment, and it was almost certain that the opening score of the previous life would be as it is.

Apparently, Go Gun-soo was still weak in the script.

He is good at directing.

He was worried about what to do and was scratching his head, but the doll he received from Jung-ah caught my eye during the day.

‘Ah, doll! I was supposed to bring it to you in the evening. I'll definitely wait.'

making a mistake like this

I was so focused on Go Gun-soo's scenario that I forgot.

I looked at the time and it was 8pm.

If you rush, you can finish it in an hour.

I looked around before washing the doll, and her hands were ragged as if they had been chewed on by something.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

‘I think Jung-ah bit her with her teeth… … .'

It reminded me of the sagebrush I got from the forest a few days ago.

I know everything about the house, but I'm worried about Yoo Jung-ah, so let's find out for sure?

'Sancho!'

When Sayeoncho was summoned, a unique pale blue flower was summoned.

『Do you want to use Sayeoncho?』

『If you apply Sayeoncho, you can see the story behind the object.』

When I grabbed the flower with my thumb and forefinger and twisted it, the pale blue powder crumbled and fluttered in the air.

As you make a gesture of sprinkling with your hands, the powder is scattered on the doll.

Then, the sound of the doll's fibers squirting into the fabric was faintly transmitted.

Again, the drunken father and the angry mother's shouts permeated the doll's body.

Maybe she's looking through the eyes of a child.

The child seems to have chewed the doll in his mouth every time that happened.

Anxiety, nervousness, and fear were all felt.

'Hmm… … I don't think it's useless if we don't solve the fundamental problem just by using more magic on the doll.

It occurred to me that all I could do now was wash and return the doll.

I couldn't even intervene in someone else's family affairs and argue.

Many villagers had already taken Yoo Jung-ah's father to see Tyler, but her drinking habit showed no sign of changing.

You just have to figure it out yourself.

'I'll have to wash it clean first.'

She took off her clothes to clean the inside of the doll, tore off the stuffed parts, and took out the cotton.

Then, she immersed them in the ‘miracle water’ that had been floating around just in case, and then carefully washed them.

When it is old, it is washed clean and the color is vivid.

After a reasonable amount of time, she drained the water and summoned her Sun Gloves.

『The subject feels warm by the stroking of the sun glove.』

When I stroked the cotton, the moisture evaporated and it swelled up softly, and the doll's clothes and skin dried quickly.

The doll's yellow reggae hair is also much richer than the last time.

Instead of a dull smell, a fresh scent covered the doll.

When it was dry, I put the cotton back in, took out the needle and thread, and sewed it like new.

‘It’s done. Sarah, take good care of our Jung-ah.’

She tried to make an unreasonable request to the doll.

'I have to give it to you now. I don't know if it's too late.'

She didn't know, hopefully, that Yoo Jung-ah's mother was still working at her mart.

She closes the door to her laundry to return the doll, and from a distance she sees a man staggering towards her.

He couldn't tell if the glasses were on his ears or his nose, and his tie was back a long way.

A long, unbreakable tissue paper was rustling like a rag on his side.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

People passing by were turning away because of the man who was walking with a beat.

Fortunately, there was no shouting or swearing.

he was just intoxicated.

The man was Yoo Jeong-ah's father and Kim Bong-sook's husband.

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