Chapter 110 - Crow, Part I
12 Hours After
Translator: Khan
Editor: Aelryinth
I read it again with my lips gathered. âTheyâre sending me a reporter?â
It was a little strange to me, who had only been receiving emails online since I first got 12 Hours After. I would meet someone offline!
âCrow? Is the reporter a crow? Does he fly over to me and give something? I didnât think so. The Customer Service said, âOur reporter is a very competent person.â
âThen... this Crow... is it some sort of nickname?â
I looked a little more down.
[Please specify the place and time to meet.]
The cursor glittered down. I didnât think much and I tried to write, âInvictus Investment Headquarters. Presidentâs Office.â But I took my hands off the keyboard, stroked my chin, and looked at it.
âThis guyâs from 12 hours After... Iâll keep him as secret as I can... like the email 12 hours After.â I thought for a moment, and then I wrote something down on it.âââ
At 10:30 a.m. I left the presidentâs office.
Secretary Seo asked me, âAre you going out? Do you want me to help you?â
I shook my head, âNo, itâs personal.â
âOh, okay.â
I went to the underground parking lot alone and drove a Porsche west. After passing Banpo Station and Express Bus Terminal Station, I stopped at the National Library. I parked at the side of the road and went up on the hill next to me. Under the hot, sweaty August heat, I arrived at Montmartre Park. I settled on a shaded bench and looked at the clock.
10:55 a.m. It was just five minutes until the appointment.
I looked around. There were few people in the park in broad daylight, except for some of the residents who were taking their dogs for a walk. There was no chance of me encountering someone I knew here. When the Crow came, we would talk and part like strangers in the movie âMission Impossible,â like the cool spies who hid each otherâs identity.
I sat on a bench and recalled a scene from the movie. After a moment, a black figure began to approach in the distance, and I had to give up such expectations. âWhatâs that...?â I could see a tall man walking toward me, wearing a black suit and a black overcoat. The coat was made of some materials, its surface covered with irregular fur. The word that came to my mind when I saw him was âCrocodile.â
Good. The concept was right. But the problem was that it was in the middle of a heat wave that was over thirty-five degrees. I was about to die in a half-sleeve right now, but the man was in a full suit and black overcoat.
One woman who was taking her dog for a walk saw him and said, âMinky. Donât go that way. Letâs go home. Letâs go. Quickly.â She caught up the leash. The dog leapt up and down in surprise.
I stood firm for a moment and watched him. âNo, no way...â The moment our eyes met.
He was tall, about 190cm. His skin was white and his face was odd. The eyes were black and long like Asians, and his nose was high and big just like Europeans. Up and down, his lips resembled those of Africans.
âWhat, is he a mixed-blood person?â Thinking that far, I suddenly felt fear beyond the sense of wonder. A mixed-blood foreigner in this heat was dangerous. I tried to leave, but as soon as I got up from the bench, he said in a deep, low voice, âIs this Han Sang-hoon?â
I spoke to him, not trying to leave, â... yes.â
Then, as if he were a medieval knight, he said, kneeling before me on one knee, âHello, I am Crow. Iâve been ordered to be the servant of Hang Sang-hoon from today on.â
His manner was excellent. I put my fists on my head. It was the picture I had seen in the spy movie.
âIs this Crow?â
âAre you Han Sang-hoon?â
âAll right, letâs start the story.â
âââ
Sitting side by side on a bench, looking into the air, my idea of having a private conversation with him was completely shattered.
I didnât have the confidence to look around, but at the same time, I was sure everyone would be watching me like, âWhat the hell are those crazy people?â
âIf I had known this would happen, I should have asked him to meet me at 4 a.m.â I spoke to him with my hands on the brow, âYes, nice to meet you. Please sit down.â
I offered him a seat next to me, and he just sat right next to me. The hairs surrounding his coat touched my skin. Apart from being hot, this was like we were mad coworkers. I gestured and pushed him to the edge of the bench.
âSit a little bit far away, all the way to the edge.â
âYes.â Fortunately, he followed me well. âMaster.â He even used the title of master.
âOh, my God, is he a madman from another dimension?â I glanced at him, thinking that in my mind.
He was staring at me hard. I said, gesturing forward this time, âLook up ahead. Donât look at me.â
âYes, master.â He turned his eyes forward.
Now, there was a painting I wanted. I, like him, turned my eyes forward and said, âOkay, letâs talk like this.â
âIf the master wants it...â
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âAnd... instead of the master... please call me boss.â
âYes, boss.â
âAll right. Heâs a good listener.â This was good. He corrected himself right away.
I spoke to him without turning my eyes, as if speaking to myself from afar, âIsnât it hot?â
âItâs very hot.â
âBy the way, why are you wearing such a coat?â
âThis is our basic dress, boss.â
âWhoâs chosen that basic outfit?â
âMy boss.â He must have a boss.
â... That boss is a strange man...â
He spoke in a very obtuse way, âYes, I think so.â
âWhatâs the boss doing?â
âHeâs in charge of us.â
âWe...?â
âCrows.â Crow seemed to mean group rather than name.
âAre there any more crows besides you?â
âYes.â
I asked in amazement. âAre you saying that there are more people in action now in this world?â In this question, there was a nuance, âThereâs another madman like you?â
But he continued to speak in an obtuse tone, âIâm the only one in this world whoâs ever been sent.â
âThis world?â
âYes.â
There was a conversation going to Andromeda. I remembered the conversation Iâd had with the Customer Service. I knew from experience that this question was pointless to pursue. I turned the subject around.
âThe... about the basic dress, if I told you not to wear it, you might not wear it, right?â
âYes, of course, sir.â
âThen... ...next time, donât wear that coat. Just wear a suit.â
âYes, sir.â
I glanced at him, and he was looking forward, not even giving me a glance, as I commanded.
âIsnât this a person? Really? Is he a robot?â At the moment, he took a white handkerchief from his coat and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
âThat... If itâs hot, take it off. That coat.â
âYes, sir.â
âUmm... that shirt, too.â
âYes, boss.â He took off his coat and shirt and put them on the bench.
Looking closely, it was the feathers of a bird hanging on his coat, a crowâs feathers. I thought I had taken the wrong skill.
âCan this slightly broken robot investigate something well? Iâd rather get the news 12 Years After and plan a long-term corporate investment.â I asked him, thinking about it, âAre you a reporter?â
âYes. A reporter, thatâs what they call me in the world. When I am paid for, I do the work of providing information, Boss.â
âPrice? Whatâs the price?â
âThatâs a secret.â This guy also used the same words. I thought it had something to do with Customer Service.
â... thatâs what Iâm paying for?â
âNo. Itâs the employerâs responsibility. I understand youâre already paying a large subscription fee to our employer.â
The employer was like the side sending emails, including Customer Service.
âWell, yes...â I muttered to myself.
Then he said, âYes, boss.â That was how he took my words to himself. He was very polite.
âIf I say, âGo ahead and do three back-dumblings and push-ups at the handstand a hundred times,â he will at least try.
âI like that point... but I wonder if heâll do a good job of investigatingâ¦â
I asked him, âDo you know about stocks or the economy?â
âWhat are you asking...â
âIf I ask you to find out what a companyâs performance this quarter is like...â
To my question, he spoke in a confident voice, âOf course. Iâm competent.â That was what the Customer Service said, and he said that he was capable of it.
I looked around from here. Everyone who was going to run away in amazement earlier had run away, and the newcomers were just walking around the park in a free and easy way. Now we looked like just an ordinary businessman and a tall foreigner.
I spoke to him, âWell, then, Iâll ask you this: During the recent Bisang Construction scandal and stock price manipulation, who ordered the stock price manipulation; how did they launder the money and spend it on stock price manipulation; is there any evidence of collusion with the president of Bisang Construction, Jung Gi-woong; how was reporter Kang Joo-hyuk killed, and how are they related to the delisting of Go-Young Food. Please investigate all the information about them.â
I said this and looked at him slightly, wondering if there was any chance he would say, âThere are so many things you want at once.â So I added a word after putting it together. âIn a word, I want you to investigate everything about this Bisang Construction and the stock price manipulation case.â I looked at him.
He told me without turning his eyes to me, âIs that your request this month?â He was serious.
I turned my eyes forward again and said, âYes. Please organize the details and let me know.â
âYes, boss.â The answer was refreshing.
I didnât know what the result would be. For a moment, silence ensued, and I asked him in a vague question. âBy the way, how the hell can you tell me about the findings? By email or do we meet again like this?â
By the way, there was no answer coming back. I looked sideways, but he was gone. The coat on the bench was gone, too.
âWhat is it?â I looked around the park. I couldnât see the black clothes.
âI only looked away for a few seconds... How come...?â It was like a scene from a spy movie. I looked around for a moment as if possessed by a ghost, and finally gave up.
âHe appeared briefly and then vanished... well⦠Iâll have to ask Customer Service.â
I stood up thinking about it. Now I saw a black feather left on the spot where his coat had been placed. I lifted the black feather of a crow. I thought of the name while touching it with my hands.
âCrow...â