What am I supposed to do?’

The head of the day became complicated in an instant.

Ghosts bragged about not being able to get involved in the current world at all, starting with Choi Han-seok, who is eating his ramen like crazy, and then suddenly a high school girl ghost who came to the restaurant.

Something far out of common sense continued to happen.

"Excuse me, by any chance. How did you get here?”

-It's just... -It smells delicious. The smell of ramen.

I asked just in case, and the answer came back.

Koreans can smell ramen from a hundred miles away.

Maybe that ghost was attracted by the smell of ramen in a day.

Then it can't be helped.

Yeah, it's my fault for smelling it.’

It's ramen anyway. We just need to cook one more. What's so hard about that?

One day, a high school girl ghost was brought inside.

The long black hair was impressive, wearing a school uniform with the symbol of a high school near the restaurant.

One unique thing is that the uniform you were wearing looks quite old.

There were a lot of traces of leaning and adding here and there.

"Wow…" as if the luxurious interior of the oral fairy tale was amazing.…' slowly approached with exclamations.

"You should eat this first. I boiled it to eat, but it probably hasn't gotten soggy yet.”

Thank you, oppa.

to do now I'm feeding the ghost and listening to him.

Murmuring, no matter how many times I think about it, I put new water in the pot one day.

This is it! Spicy Korean food! Haru, can you cook one more for me?

"Well, sure."

Choi Han-seok quickly emptied a bowl of ramen and shouted.

I was about to put water on it, so I added a serving of water and boiled it.

Boiling.

While the water was boiling, Choi Han-seok spoke to a high school girl ghost.

Well, let's just say what the hell happened. If you don't mind, can I ask you something? Oh, you look like a student in school uniform. Can I talk casually to you?

-...yes.

What's your name, my friend? Oh, for your information, Choi Han-seok! It used to be the owner of this restaurant.

It's Hana.

Yeah, one. That's a pretty name!

Choi Han-seok's voice became serious for a moment.

I asked, looking at the girl who was almost empty of ramen in an instant, if she was very hungry.

Have you met the Grim Reaper?

-…….

Did they, by any chance, tell you? I can't go to the next world yet. I can't take him because he has a lot of resentment.

The girl's eyes got bigger.

He lowered his eyes and nodded slowly.

Haru also listened carefully to their conversation.

You must have a lot of stories, too. What happened to a young man who couldn't make it to the holy grail. You don't remember what Han is, do you?

Nod again.

Do you remember why he died?

This time, shake your head.

The girl saved her words a lot.

I don't know if I'm timid or if there's another reason.

He looked quite calm for being a ghost at that age.

'Ha...…'

Choi Han-seok and Haru breathed a small sigh at the same time.

'Well, there's no such thing as a ghost without a story.' I can't believe I'm a high school girl.’

People get depressed when they hear that an unnamed person is dead in a news article.

But a high school girl with a bright future doesn't even know why she died.I felt frustrated as if my stomach was suddenly stuffed up.

- I don't remember why I died. Then the reason you died is because of your resentment. Well, this has become a difficult job. Haru, what do you think? Let's hear the young friend's opinion.

"What would I know? I don't even know what's going on."

-Yeah, that's true.

Before I knew it, the ramen was all boiled.

Haru walked to the table with two steaming ramen bowls.

"Here's the chef's. And, uh, did you said one. Do you want some more?"

-It's okay. -It's okay. I'm full.

"Well, that's good."

Slurp!

Haru picked up chopsticks and started eating ramen.

The taste that never changes.

But the gaze kept glancing at one.

One day was also human, so I couldn't help but care less.

I'll go first. Thank you for the meal.

"Huh? Are you going already?"

By the time the day was halfway through eating ramen, Hana woke up.

The ramen I gave you was eaten neatly without leaving a drop of soup.

It was good that he enjoyed the food he made, but he was worried first when he suddenly said he would go.

"It's going to be cold outside. It's early in the morning, and it can be dangerous."

It's okay. It's a ghost anyway.

"That's... that's right."

Now that you mention it, you were right.

He's dead once, so he won't die twice.

I haven't gone home yet, so I have to find a house. I miss my family, too.

I don't know if it's because it's what ghosts say.

What do you mean you can't find a house?

I had a lot of questions, but I didn't bother asking.

'But I'm glad I fed you a bowl of ramen on the way.’

One day I decided to think so.

There wasn't much he could do with only a few hours left in his life.

"Yes, be careful."

Oh, right. We have to pay. How much is ramen?

I was going to see one off, but he took his wallet out of his pocket, saying he forgot to pay.

A coin purse with the character Doraemon on it.

It was something that only elementary school students could use, but it didn't seem to matter to the girl.

"Oh, the price is fine. It's a bowl of ramen anyway. You can just go.”

But I still have to pay for it.….

Huh, you're a good friend. But that doesn't work anyway. The moment you die, the real money disappears. No matter how much cash you have in your wallet.

Choi Han-seok said a word saying that he was still a senior ghost.

The moment you become a ghost, you can't touch real money anymore.

"It's an airlift. It's an airlift? The law of the underworld is unique.’

Come empty-handed, go empty-handed.

Well, I wondered what it would be useful for a ghost to have money.

"Did you hear that? I'm fine, too. Just go. I'm good enough just to see you eat well."

Choi Han-seok must have said that he had a ghost life for years.

Just as I was going to let the girl go, saying the day is really good.

There's a -…?

"What?"

What?

Hana took out a crumpled 1,000 won bill from Doraimong's wallet.

Two 1,000 won bills and two 500 won bills were carefully placed on the table.

The ramen at the snack bar in front of my school was 3,000 won.

"Well, yes, thank you. Three thousand won is enough."

I'll be back later. Thank you, brother.

One, who paid for ramen, passed through the door and left.

A man and a ghost left in an empty restaurant again.Haru looked at Lee Han-seok with an eyebrow raised.

"You said you couldn't pay."

No, you're not supposed to. I don't have any money in my wallet. So did I, and so did all the other ghosts I met at the restaurant. Now, hold on!

Choi Han-seok, who was hesitating and making excuses, jumped to his feet, saying he remembered something.

He put his hand in the pocket of the cooking suit he was wearing, and immediately took out a luxury wallet.

No way.

Soon, I opened my wallet.

Oh my god.

"Wow……"

A big smile hung around Choi Han-seok's mouth.

The inside was colored with gold.

Dozens of sheets of thick Shin Saimdang. There's a lot of checks on the ball for a long time!

On the face of it, it looked like tens of millions of won.

Wow, this works. You have real money, don't you? No, I'm sure it wasn't there a few days ago.

"A lot of strange things happen today."

No, this isn't just amazing. I don't understand. What the hell is the reason? In a reasonable way, I think it's because of you.

Choi Han-seok is thinking hard about something while flipping his wallet.

One day I looked at him for a while and then I looked at the money the girl had left behind.

"It's been a while since I've seen such a crumpled bill."

I picked up the money without thinking.

It was because I wanted to spread even a little bit of wrinkles on the bills.

by the way

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Clear light spread from bills and coins.

A great glow as if hundreds of fluorescent lights were on.

What, what again?!

"I don't know..."

Soon, the light faded away.

Obviously, there was nothing on the table where 3,000 won was earlier.

The money shone and disappeared.

"It's a ghost that's going to make you cry."

- Don't say that. I don't even know the ghost I've seen.

I looked around, wondering if I had dropped it, but I couldn't see anything.

One day, who lost his place to go, soon turned to his watch.

A watch that was almost 12 o'clock with only 30 minutes left.

One day, however, I couldn't help but doubt my own eyes.

"Did the time... go back?"

Wait. What?

"The clock is rewinding! The needle turned back!”

The hands of the clock really moved by itself.

That means.

"No way, because of the money you got earlier?”

Feed the ghost and get paid for the meal. Your life has been extended? What are you talking about?

"I know…….”

Wait, then?!

Choi Han-seok took out three 50,000 won bills from his wallet, saying, "Let's try this."

One hundred fifty thousand won in total.

This is the price of two bowls of ramen. It's 50,000 won per bowl.

"Isn't that 100,000 won?"

The remaining 50,000 won is a tip! Anyway, it's a day. Touch this one more time.

"Yes, of course."

Choi Han-seok touched the money with his trembling hands.

Let's do that.

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

The clear light spread out one more time and soon faded.

Money on the table that disappeared as expected.

"Wow!"

How's it going, back?

"Yes! About five more hours. We're almost back to square one!"

An hour's time-limited life has been extended to one day.

One day I was so happy that I wanted to scream.

It was 14 hours earlier, but this time it's five hours. Hmm. So the amount of money itself doesn't matter much? Then what's the standard?

"More than Chef Choi Han-seok's 50,000 won..."…. Does it mean that one of the three thousand won was worth more?"3,000 won is more valuable than 50,000 won.Obviously, money meant little to me when I died. But 3,000 won is almost a thousand dollars for a student, right?

"I don't know for sure right now. I think that's probably the case."

- I vote for your opinion a day. My head is killing me. What the hell is going on? By the way, it's almost time for him to come. What's going to happen?

"What do you mean him?"

The Grim Reaper. That hysterical woman!

It was about 3 a.m. when the grim reaper who killed and saved the day was supposed to come.

Looking at the clock on the wall of the restaurant, it's almost done.

Gulp.

What will happen to him?

It was a simple error that the hands of the clock turned, and the grim reaper may drag himself helplessly.

If that happens, I'll be stuck in the next world.

"Oh, come on."

It was calm earlier, but not now.

The moment a person has lingering regrets and hopes, he/she becomes desperate, and he/she was just right.

Above all, I wanted to live. I didn't want to die.

Whoops! Chiririrring!

Shortly after the hands of the clock pointed to three o'clock, the door of the restaurant burst open.

The hanging bell shook violently and a familiar woman appeared.

Black mascara and lipstick.

A black suit and a file in my hand.

"Haru, what the hell have you done? Does it make any sense that the list of the underworld changes again?!"

And a red face full of embarrassment.

'Sa, you're alive...….’

Because of the relaxation, the day collapsed.