After the talk, Autumn got up from her seat and said she had school tomorrow. Her hands were still pulsing with black energy as she straightened her chair, and although I repeatedly suggested she go to the ergency room, she shoved her hands back into her pockets.
"In the future, I won't co to you unless it's a piece I need to pass on, because I know it will make you anxious."
"I don't think so."
"No. Sotis I get hunters from the Bureau attached to and... It's best if I don't co at all."
As Autumn walked to the sliding door with her head bowed, I walked quickly to open it for her. For a mont I was about to say goodbye, but then a thought flashed through my mind and I spoke urgently.
"Hey, I want to ask you sothing."
"Sure! Go ahead."
According to Autumn, she seed to be working closely with the FBI. Still, that didn't an she knew anything about the people Sa-young was chasing, but just in case, I asked her.
"Do you know anything about those who artificially create Awakeners... Do you know anything about them?"
"What? Ah... Yes! I know."
The unexpected answer ca back. I looked at Autumn with a slightly dumbfounded expression on my face, and then asked.
"You know?"
"Yes! I heard a little of what Jung-bin said. I think he said that they were also moving to prevent the apocalypse..."
Autumn muttered, grimacing slightly at the thought.
"I heard they kidnap people and do experints on them. I guess it's the sa goal, but I'd rather not get involved."
Drugs, kidnapping. The apocalypse was just an excuse, this was a criminal organization.
"Have you heard anything else?"
"Like what? Well, .... Ah."
Autumn rolled her eyes, then replied.
"I think he said sothing about... sothing at Incheon Port, but I didn't hear the details because I was eavesdropping on the conversation."
When she apologized for not knowing more, I thanked her. With my hands deep in my pockets, I watched her until she disappeared completely from the alley, the autumn wind blowing.
Alone in the shop, I pondered the unintended consequences of staying up all night to set up shop.
It was a story I wouldn't have believed if I hadn't been able to enter the Netherworld, and if the backgrounds of the Western Rift and the Netherworld weren't identical. I would have thought that Yoon Autumn possessed with a ntal ability.
Another world.
Was there really another world similar to this one? The world where J died, Jung-bin died, Mok Tae-oh and Matthew died, and Bae Won-woo lost his left arm. There must have been countless events leading up to that. What Yoon Autumn and I saw must have been a very short, very small mont in the future.
We don't know when or how the end will co. Preparing for an uncertain future is like walking blindly with your eyes closed. Maybe that's why the Bureau is so desperate to find J, so they can have a guide to help them find their way more skillfully.
'.......'
Since then, I have been thinking about the collapsed world. When and how will the end co? How is it foreshadowed? Why does the world where the end ca look like a rift in the Western Sea? And the end of my thoughts went to a dark room where I was taken without even knowing why.
The thought went on and on. Just as I was becoming less and less talkative and making small mistakes at the store, I received a text ssage from Sa-young.
Sa-young: I have a job for you.
Sa-young asked to track down the people who bring drugs near Incheon port and check the route of the drugs. Originally, Seo Min-ki was in charge, but he went on a business trip abroad. Could it be that Yoon Autumn was on the other end of the intercepted call?
Ui-jae: ㅇㅇ
Sa-young: You should have answered long ago
Ui-jae: ㅇㅇㅇㅇㅇㅇㅇ
Projection: ㅗ
You little bastard.
I smiled and put my cell phone down. Sa-young's suggestion was a welco one for .
After eting Yoon Autumn, I had too many thoughts. And complicated thoughts disappear when you move your body. If I could just relax a little, I wouldn't have to worry about what to do if the apocalypse ca unexpectedly.
So from the afternoon of the day I accepted the project, I went to the Incheon port area every morning with the Pado Guild's corporate card in my hand.
I didn't have a car or a driver's license, so I took a taxi, and the nightti surcharges were ridiculous, but it didn't matter. The head of the Pado Guild always worked hard for money.
Early on a deserted weekday, a black bongo truck glided through the containers at Incheon Port. Soon a couple of big n with deep hoods and heavy backpacks got out. They looked around and went into the corner container.
Cha Ui-jae, a young man lying on the roof of the opposite container watching through binoculars, lowered his binoculars and closed his eyes tightly.
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