12 Hours After Chapter 110 - Crow, Part I

Chapter 110: Chapter 110. Crow, Part I

Translator: Khan

Editor: Aelryinth

I read it again with my lips gathered. ‘They’re sending a reporter?’

It was a little strange to , who had only been receiving emails online since I first got 12 Hours After. I would et soone offline!

‘Crow? Is the reporter a crow? Does he fly over to and give sothing? I didn’t think so. The Custor Service said, “Our reporter is a very competent person.”

‘Then... this Crow... is it so sort of nickna?’

I looked a little more down.

[Please specify the place and ti to et.]

The cursor glittered down. I didn’t think much and I tried to write, ‘Invictus Investnt Headquarters. President’s Office.’ But I took my hands off the keyboard, stroked my chin, and looked at it.

‘This guy’s from 12 hours After... I’ll keep him as secret as I can... like the email 12 hours After.’ I thought for a mont, and then I wrote sothing down on it.——–

At 10:30 a.m. I left the president’s office.

Secretary Seo asked , “Are you going out? Do you want to help you?”

I shook my head, “No, it’s personal.”

“Oh, okay.”

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 . 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 appointnt.

I looked around. There were few people in the park in broad daylight, except for so of the residents who were taking their dogs for a walk. There was no chance of encountering soone I knew here. When the Crow ca, we would talk and part like strangers in the movie “Mission Impossible,” like the cool spies who hid each other’s identity.

I sat on a bench and recalled a scene from the movie. After a mont, a black figure began to approach in the distance, and I had to give up such expectations. ‘What’s that...?’ I could see a tall man walking toward , wearing a black suit and a black overcoat. The coat was made of so materials, its surface covered with irregular fur. The word that ca to my mind when I saw him was “Crocodile.”

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, “Minky. Don’t go that way. Let’s go ho. Let’s go. Quickly.” She caught up the leash. The dog leapt up and down in surprise.

I stood firm for a mont and watched him. ‘No, no way...’ The mont our eyes t.

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.

‘What, is he a mixed-blood person?’ 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, “Is this Han Sang-hoon?”

I spoke to him, not trying to leave, “... yes.”

Then, as if he were a dieval knight, he said, kneeling before on one knee, “Hello, I am Crow. I’ve been ordered to be the servant of Hang Sang-hoon from today on.”

His manner was excellent. I put my fists on my head. It was the picture I had seen in the spy movie.

‘Is this Crow?’

‘Are you Han Sang-hoon?’

‘All right, let’s start the story.’

——–

Sitting side by side on a bench, looking into the air, my idea of having a private conversation with him was completely shattered.

I didn’t have the confidence to look around, but at the sa ti, I was sure everyone would be watching like, ‘What the hell are those crazy people?’

‘If I had known this would happen, I should have asked him to et at 4 a.m.’ I spoke to him with my hands on the brow, “Yes, nice to et you. Please sit down.”

I offered him a seat next to , and he just sat right next to . 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.

“Sit a little bit far away, all the way to the edge.”

“Yes.” Fortunately, he followed well. “Master.” He even used the title of master.

‘Oh, my God, is he a madman from another dinsion?’ I glanced at him, thinking that in my mind.

He was staring at hard. I said, gesturing forward this ti, “Look up ahead. Don’t look at .”

“Yes, master.” He turned his eyes forward.

Now, there was a painting I wanted. I, like him, turned my eyes forward and said, “Okay, let’s talk like this.”

“If the master wants it...”

Now, the word “master” kept bothering .

“And... instead of the master... please call boss.”

“Yes, boss.”

‘All right. He’s a good listener.’ This was good. He corrected himself right away.

I spoke to him without turning my eyes, as if speaking to myself from afar, “Isn’t it hot?”

“It’s very hot.”

“By the way, why are you wearing such a coat?”

“This is our basic dress, boss.”

“Who’s chosen that basic outfit?”

“My boss.” He must have a boss.

“... That boss is a strange man...”

He spoke in a very obtuse way, “Yes, I think so.”

“What’s the boss doing?”

“He’s in charge of us.”

“We...?”

“Crows.” Crow seed to an group rather than na.

“Are there any more crows besides you?”

“Yes.”

I asked in amazent. “Are you saying that there are more people in action now in this world?” In this question, there was a nuance, ‘There’s another madman like you?’

But he continued to speak in an obtuse tone, “I’m the only one in this world who’s ever been sent.”

“This world?”

“Yes.”

There was a conversation going to Androda. I rembered the conversation I’d had with the Custor Service. I knew from experience that this question was pointless to pursue. I turned the subject around.

“The... about the basic dress, if I told you not to wear it, you might not wear it, right?”

“Yes, of course, sir.”

“Then... ...next ti, don’t wear that coat. Just wear a suit.”

“Yes, sir.”

I glanced at him, and he was looking forward, not even giving a glance, as I commanded.

‘Isn’t this a person? Really? Is he a robot?’ At the mont, he took a white handkerchief from his coat and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“That... If it’s hot, take it off. That coat.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Umm... that shirt, too.”

“Yes, boss.” 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 crow’s feathers. I thought I had taken the wrong skill.

‘Can this slightly broken robot investigate sothing well? I’d rather get the news 12 Years After and plan a long-term corporate investnt.’ I asked him, thinking about it, “Are you a reporter?”

“Yes. A reporter, that’s what they call in the world. When I am paid for, I do the work of providing information, Boss.”

“Price? What’s the price?”

“That’s a secret.” This guy also used the sa words. I thought it had sothing to do with Custor Service.

“... that’s what I’m paying for?”

“No. It’s the employer’s responsibility. I understand you’re already paying a large subscription fee to our employer.”

The employer was like the side sending emails, including Custor Service.

“Well, yes...” I muttered to myself.

Then he said, “Yes, boss.” That was how he took my words to himself. He was very polite.

‘If I say, “Go ahead and do three back-dumblings and push-ups at the handstand a hundred tis,” he will at least try.

‘I like that point... but I wonder if he’ll do a good job of investigating…’

I asked him, “Do you know about stocks or the economy?”

“What are you asking...”

“If I ask you to find out what a company’s performance this quarter is like...”

To my question, he spoke in a confident voice, “Of course. I’m competent.” That was what the Custor Service said, and he said that he was capable of it.

I looked around from here. Everyone who was going to run away in amazent earlier had run away, and the newcors 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, “Well, then, I’ll 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.”

I said this and looked at him slightly, wondering if there was any chance he would say, ‘There are so many things you want at once.’ So I added a word after putting it together. “In a word, I want you to investigate everything about this Bisang Construction and the stock price manipulation case.” I looked at him.

He told without turning his eyes to , “Is that your request this month?” He was serious.

I turned my eyes forward again and said, “Yes. Please organize the details and let know.”

“Yes, boss.” The answer was refreshing.

I didn’t know what the result would be. For a mont, silence ensued, and I asked him in a vague question. “By the way, how the hell can you tell about the findings? By email or do we et again like this?”

By the way, there was no answer coming back. I looked sideways, but he was gone. The coat on the bench was gone, too.

‘What is it?’ I looked around the park. I couldn’t see the black clothes.

‘I only looked away for a few seconds... How co...?’ It was like a scene from a spy movie. I looked around for a mont as if possessed by a ghost, and finally gave up.

‘He appeared briefly and then vanished... well… I’ll have to ask Custor Service.’

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 na while touching it with my hands.

‘Crow...’