Chapter 633: Missing (8)
-This used to be my house.
Park Dong-Joon and I froze in place. It was because this house, where Lee Tae-Gil caused the disappearance incident twenty years ago, turned out to be Choi Sung-Hyun's house.
Park Dong-Joon seemed unable to believe it and asked me again. "What, what did he just say?"
"He said... this is his house."
I also felt dazed and couldn't think straight. If it was twenty years ago, Choi Sung-Hyun would have been nine years old. And at that time, there was only one nine-year-old boy living in this house—Lee Hyun-Sung.
He was the son of Lee Tae-Gil, the culprit of the serial disappearance case in Seongnam that inspired Missing – The Lost Ones twenty years ago.
However, after Lee Tae-Gil was arrested and his wife took her own life, Lee Hyun-Sung, who had no surviving relatives, was sent abroad to the U.S. by Park Dong-Joon himself to be adopted. And it was said that he had died there in an accident.
But now, Choi Sung-Hyun was claiming that he was Lee Hyun-Sung.
-Honestly, I didn't think you wouldn't recognize me at all. My last name changed, but the name didn't change much. Sung-Hyun. It's just my original name, Hyun-Sung, rearranged.
Park Dong-Joon started trembling as if he had been electrocuted. "Hyun-Sung is dead... I even checked the death certificate myself..."
-I almost died. Those crazy adoptive parents were high on drugs and set the house on fire. But I ran away that evening because I was tired of getting beaten every day. Luckily, an elderly Korean immigrant couple took me in, and that's how I survived. Quite a life, huh?
The U.S. police had assumed that Lee Hyun-Sung died since the adoptive parents were found burned and the boy was missing, so they issued a death certificate. They had no idea he had been taken in by another childless Korean immigrant couple.