Seoul Object Story

Researcher Oh Yerin walked out from her office with a tired expression. When Ii looked through the window in the deputy director’s office, the sun had already set and darkness had fallen.

Giggle-!

When I turned my head to look at my shoulder, I could see the Bud Reaper sitting on my shoulder while giggling happily.

When the spirit camera that Director Sehee had insisted on purchasing arrived, I would be able to confirm the identity of this bud.

Was it really a spirit wandering around while its main body was asleep, or was it a hallucination that was caused by mind corruption?

In fact, until today, I thought it was a hallucination 8 or 9 times out of 10, but now I had changed my mind a little.

After all, the Bud Reaper had given me some information I didn’t even know.

At first, it sounded just like a faint sound mixed with laughter.

However, as I was talking about the report that Researcher Oh Yerin didn’t write, Bud Reaper’s sound gradually became clearer. From those sounds, I felt something similar to emotion or will.

It was a method of communication that was clearly different from language.

It was not as clear as language, and it was a method of communication that was mixed and jumbled with emotions, but it was definitely a means of communication and information transmission.

If I interpret the Bud Reaper’s emotion into human language, It probably become something like this:

She’s lying.

Along with a pleasant feeling, I felt a will that told me that Oh Yerin was lying.

It seemed like I had found a new way to communicate with the Bud Reaper.

In the end, I was able to get a confession after asking about the ‘sugar flamingo’ that Researcher Oh Y-rin had hid from me.

I placed the Bud Reaper on my palm and rubbed its soft cheeks which felt like a glutinous rice cake.

Hehe.

The Bud Reaper grabbed my finger while laughing as if it found it ticklish.

At first glance, it looked like it was pushing my finger away, but then, a new sensation which felt as if saying ‘Do more’ washed over me.

Rub-! Rub-! Rub-!

While gently rubbing its cheek,

“So this is how you guys communicate huh? It’s hard but a sincere way of communicating.”

I was able to understand a little bit about how Objects communicate with each other.

One of the famous hypotheses about the subject was <Objects don’t know language, they just read thoughts.>.

It was pretty close to the truth. Even though It was closer to feeling emotions than reading thoughts, at first glance, it would seem like they really read thoughts.

If humans also communicated by sharing emotions like this, many misunderstandings would have disappeared…

By the way, if this was the way they communicated, it explained why the Golden Reapers didn’t watch TV much. After all, The Golden Reapers, who didn’t know any language, wouldn’t be able to understand what was being said on TV.

Then, how does the Gray Reaper watch TV?

Tap-! Tap-! Tap-!

The moment my thoughts reached that point, the Bud Reaper started tapping my cheek with its small palm.

When I turned my head while saying, ‘What’s going on?’, the Bud Reaper put its finger on its lips as if telling me to keep it a secret.

I couldn’t help but nod my head in amazement at the strong will I felt from the Bud Reaper.