Chapter 8
Suhyuk stepped toward him instantly. At that moment he stumbled, but put his hand on a telephone pole. Another memory was passing through his head.
A dry sound from a radio was flowing out of a taxi driving on a highway. (Today’s weather: a cold wave has returned after 10 years …) Bang! A van on the highway skidded off the road, crossing over the centerline and crashed into the taxi. There was no time for the taxi driver to react. It was an accident that happened so quickly, and crashed with such a bang that the taxi floated up into the air before it flipped over. Suhyuk could see it clearly. Like a slow video, fragmens of broken glass poured out on himself. His pupils could catch the sight of each grain of the broken glass, just like watching slow motion video scenes. But it lasted a very short time. Suddenly, the broken pieces of the taxi spread all over the place.
His memory ended there. When similar scenes and conditions such as these are matched, the fragments of his sleeping memories start to wake up. However, that was not the focus right now. Suhyuk, who shook his head to rouse himself, approached the victim of the accident who was a male apparently in his early 20s with yellow hair.
“Are you okay?” asked Suhyuk.
“Please get this off me…” said the victim.
Despite his asking for help, Suhyuk first dialed 119. He then quickly hung up the phone and quickly looked around. Starting from the fire hydrant driven into the ground, beads of blood spread out across towards the victim. It seemed obvious that the accident was caused by the motorcycle hitting the fire hydrant.
“Hey, student, please do me a favor,” said the victim.
“Do not move.”
His blood, apparently bleeding out of his lower body was unseen, covered by the motorcycle. A pool of blood. An indication that his wound was deep.