After 12 Hours

Crowe

I kept my lips together and watched the phrase for a moment.

"You're sending a reporter?" ’

It's a little surprising to me that I've only received emails online since I first encountered '12 hours later'. Who did you meet offline?

Crowe crew.

Crow means Crow.

‘Reporter Crow? What can I get you for flying in? ’

I don't think so. Our customer service said 'Our reporters are very capable people.'

So... is this Crowe... some kind of nickname? ’

I looked down a little more.

‘Please specify where and when you will meet. ’

The cursor flashes down. I don't really think

‘Invisibility Investment Headquarters. President's Office’

I tried to write it down, took my hands off the keyboard, stroked my chin, and looked at it.

‘This guy's 12 hours from now... so we keep it as secret as possible... just like an email in 12 hours. ’

I thought about it for a moment and wrote something on it.

*

10: 30 am. I walked out the door of the boss' office. My assistant asks me.

“Are you going out? ”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to take you? ”

I shook my head.

“No, it's personal. ”

“Oh, yes."

So I drove down to the underground parking lot alone and headed west with Porsche. I parked at the National Central Library past Banpo Station, the express bus station. Then he comes out onto the street, and he climbs up the hill right next to it, where he arrives in August, sweaty, stinging heat. I sat on a shaded bench and looked at the clock.

‘10: 55 a.m. ’

We have only five minutes until our appointment. I looked around. There were few people in the park during the day except for a few residents who took their dogs for a walk. There's no chance of anyone running into someone here. If that Crowe comes, you can talk cool like a stranger and break up with him.

Like 007, like Mission Impossible, like cool spies who hide their identities from each other.

I sat on the bench and thought of a scene from the movie. But also, wait a minute.

What is that? ’

From afar, as the black shape began to approach, I had to give up such expectations. From afar, I can see a man of jewelry walking towards me. Men in black suits, men in black coats. The coat is covered with irregular fur and what material it is made of. The word that comes to mind when I look at him,

‘Crow.’

Good. Concept is correct. But the problem was that it was now in over 35 degrees of flood. Now I'm gonna boil to death in a half-arm.A man in a grass suit and a black coat. He's clearly a madman. One of the women who took the dog for a walk saw him.

“Minky, don't go that way. Let's go home. Hurry up.”

I grabbed the collar. I hurried to make sure the dog was surprised, too. I stood firm for a moment and watched him.

‘You can't... be...'

At that moment, we met eye to eye. He's tall. He's about six feet tall. His face is white, but he has strange features. His eyes are dark and long like ours, and his nose is tall and big, like a white man's nose. Lips up and down look a lot like that of black people.

"What's mixed? ’

When I thought about it, I suddenly felt horrified beyond the feeling of glamour. A half-foreigner in fur in this heat is dangerous. I tried to leave. But as I was about to get up on the bench, he said in a loud, low voice.

“Is that you, Han Sang-hoon? ”

I told him not to leave.

“... Yes. ”

Then, like a medieval knight, he knelt before me on one knee and said,

“Hello, I'm Crowe. Today, I was ordered to be a servant of Han Sang-hoon. ”

That's very polite. Correct, but I put my fist to the head. The pictures I saw in the spy movies. Sitting side-by-side on a bench, staring into the air.

Are you Crowe? ’

‘Are you Han Sang-hoon? ’

‘Okay, let's start talking. ’

My plan to have a secret conversation was completely awakened. I don't have the confidence to look around.

‘What the hell, those lunatics. ’

You almost caught me and looked at me like that.

‘If you knew this, you would have asked me to meet you at 4 a.m. ’

I told him with my hands between my eyes.

“Nice to meet you. Have a seat.”

I offered him a seat next to me. Then he sits right next to me. The hairs around his coat touch my skin. It's the second hottest thing, and these guys are like crazy mates. I gesture and push him to the end of the bench.

“Fall off. All the way to the end. ”

“Yes.”

Fortunately, he listened well to me.

“My Lord.”

Writing the title of the owner.

‘What the fuck is this guy, from some level? ’

I glanced at him with that thought in my mind. He's staring right at me. I said this time with a gesture to the front.

“Look straight ahead. Don't look at me. ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

He looks forward. Now I get a little picture of what I want. I turned my gaze forward, just like him.

“Okay. Let's keep talking. ”

“If that's what the master wants. ”

However, I still care about the word 'Master'.

“And... instead of the owner... say Julius." ”

“Yes, Jules. ”

‘Good. You're listening. ’

Advantages are good, that they can be corrected immediately. I told him without looking back. It's like talking to yourself from afar.

“Isn't it hot? ”

“It's very hot. ”

“By the way... why are you wearing that coat? ”

“Here's our basic outfit. Jules.”

“Who decides what the basic outfit is? ”

“My boss. ”

There must be a boss.

“... What a strange man that boss is...”

He said in a very bold tone.

“Yeah, I think so, too. ”

“What... is that boss of yours? ”

“He oversees us. ”

“Us… ramen…? ”

“Crowes.”

I think Crowe means an organization rather than a name.

“Other than you? Crowe?”

“Yes.”

I asked surprised.

“Are there more active people here? In this world?"

This question is:

"There are more lunatics like you"? ’

Although there was no such nuance, he continued to speak in a bland manner.

“I am the only one sent to this world. ”

“This world? ”

“Yes.”

The conversation begins on your way to Andromeda. Reminds me of a conversation I had with Customer Service I know empirically that it's pointless to ask this question. I turned the subject around.

“That... basic outfit, if I tell you not to wear it, you might not wear it, right? ”

“Yes, of course. Jules.”

“Then... don't ever wear that coat again. Just wear your suit. ”

“Yes, sir. Jules.”

I glanced at him. He looks forward without giving me one look, as I commanded.

Is this a person? You're not a robot? ’

At that moment, he pulls out a white handkerchief from his coat and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

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

“Yes, Jules. ”

“A little... and that shirt. ”

“Yes, sir."

He takes off his Juju Island coat and shirt and puts them on a bench. Looking closely, what rests on your coat is the feathers of a bird without fail. Crow fur. I think I might have taken a wrong skill.

Can someone, like this little broken robot, investigate something? I'd rather be in the news 12 years from now with a long-term investment plan for the company. ’

I thought about it and asked him.

“That... journalist? ”

“Your journalist. That's what they call it in this world. We're in the business of providing information for a fee. Jules.”

“For what?”

“Yes”

“What's the price? ”

“That's a secret. ”

He plays the line. It seems to be connected to customer service.

“... Is that... what I'm paying for?" ”

“No, it's what employers pay for. I understand that you are already paying a large subscription fee to your employer. ”

Employers are like sending emails, including customer service.

“Well, yes...”

I muttered as if to myself. And then he...

“Yes, it is. Jules.”

That's how well he took my word for it. Courtesy. Go ahead and dump it three times and ask it to stand up and do 100 push-ups. At least I think I'll try.

"I like that… I don't know if they're going to do a good job of investigating…"

I asked him.

“Do you know anything about stocks or economies? ”

“What are you asking...? ”

“What if I asked you to find out what any company was doing this quarter…? ”

In my question, he said in a confident voice.

“Of course. I'm capable. ”

So is customer service, but you are capable of it yourself. I took a look around here. Everyone who is going to run away is surprised, and the new people are just walking their dogs around the amusement park. Now we're just going to look like ordinary businessmen and tall foreigners. I told him.

“Then... let me ask you this. Last time there was an emergency construction misconduct and stock manipulation, there was no evidence of a conspiracy with President Jeonggiwoong of Emergency Development, how the money was laundered and how the stock was manipulated. How did reporter Kang Ju-hyuk die? How it relates to the old commodity bill. Please investigate all the information you can about it. ”

I said that and looked at him a little. I was wondering if...

‘I want too much at once. ’

So I put together a few words.

“In short, make sure you understand the full story of this emergency request and stock control incident. ”

And I looked at him. He still told me without looking away.

“Is that your quest for the month? ”

Serious. I turned my gaze back to the front.

“Yes. That. Please organize and let me know."

“Yes, sir. Jules.”

First, the answer is refreshing. I don't know what the outcome is. For a moment, silence followed, and I asked him a question.

“By the way, how do I tell you about the findings? By email or in person again? ”

However, there is no return answer. I looked at the side. One day, he was gone. The coat that was on the bench is also gone.

What the hell?

I looked around the whole park. I don't see the black dress.

I only took my eyes off her for a few seconds, but...? ’

This is just like the one from the spy film. I looked around for a moment, haunted by demons, and eventually gave up.

‘There's a bit of a twist... Well, the research came back. You can ask customer service. ’

I got up from my seat thinking like that. Now I see a black feather on the spot where his coat was placed. I've heard of it. Black. Crow fur. I thought of this name while touching it with my hands.

Crowe.