In the past, the motivation behind Hwangjeongdo's survival was always the simple reason of wanting to live. However, Hwang Jeong-do simply gave up the struggle as he became hopeless and found it almost impossible to live in the present.
``Does this butterfly really do anything?'' Hwang Jeong-do looked at the butterfly that landed on the back of his hand. In fact, he had some expectations in his mind, but not many.
He removed the gloves that covered his tattoo so as not to stain them while eating.
The cabin in the forest that existed in the dream may have some unknown power, but it was difficult to distinguish between good and evil. He did not know whether he would live or die because of the butterfly he had bought with his own hands.
``It's really degenerated now.'' A group of mysterious black-clad men watch from afar as Hwang Jeong-do parties and drinks at his home. Seeing that their partner was temporarily safe, the observers put down their telescopic instruments and turned to address him. Another colleague living in a temporary rented house also said the same thing.
As he spoke, he took a piece of red bean paste, received a cup of cold tea from a colleague on duty, and poured the dry bread into his stomach along with the tea.
"Decadent? I think this person has a good spirit," Zhu Jingzhi's voice came from the mysterious detective's receiver, and there was a hint of admiration in his tone.
``Captain Zhu?'' The mysterious detective, who was eating red bean paste, was a little taken aback when he noticed the owner of the voice.
"It's me, it's been a long time, brother Mu Gao." Zhu Jingzhi said with a smile. After a short recollection, Zhu Jingzhi explained in a serious voice the mission of monitoring the target.
``Are you just a normal familiar again?'' After listening to Zhu Jingzhi's story, Wu Gao slapped his sore thigh. After sitting down, he stood up again, leaned against the wall, and continued talking with Zhu Jingzhi.
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