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Min-ho took the end of her stethoscope to the vault, feeling like she was going on a blind date with someone who had heard that she didn't see her face but was pretty.

Tick.

After turning the dial by a single scale, the reaction of the clasp and teeth inside the safe was clearly conveyed to the fingertips.

"That's rough."

The dial didn't speak out because the other vault experts had already touched it.

"Did you try to oxygenate yourself?

He nodded in response to Minho's question. I turned around once, but I didn't feel like I was getting caught. Even if the stethoscope could use the ability of the Vault Specialist, it was hard to figure out the number without the sound and touch of the teeth in the safe.

‘The vault is already damaged. ’

I needed more equipment. Professional vault hairs such as illegal chemicals, laser drills, and microscopes that soften the stiffness of the vault hinges have emerged and disappeared in Minho's head.

‘The problem is that once you get all this, you can't protect the train time. ’

I headed to the ring where Minho's gaze was shining. Taking off my feet because I couldn't do it here was like giving up a good match with this ring.

Min-ho touched the Braille watch when he decided to do it. I grabbed the dial with increased hearing and touch. I turned around because I felt something very small.

‘33 or 32? ’

Looking at my nerves while looking for the number combination, I sweated on my brow even though it was a VIP room where fresh air was maintained. In the meantime, it's almost three minutes.

As Minho retreated to sigh, Balter approached and smelled like a towel. A silk handkerchief sprinkled with hundreds of thousands of won per drop of perfume, but Minho just thought of it as a towel that smells good and wiped off his sweat.

"Thank you."

Are you making progress?

32.67. Now all we have to do is find one.

Bur, already?

Minho nods. If the power of the Braille Clock hadn't been cut off for three minutes, he would have found the last one.

I was so focused that I felt a little numb that I would only rest for 5 minutes and work.

Then, I'll bring back the Dazzling.

After opening the reception door next to the VIP storage room, Balter looked at the Asian boy working over the glass window with an unbelievable look. Even the experts in the vault who had been dealing with this bank for a long time failed to open with all sorts of equipment, but the young man was only trying to open it by hand.

‘He must have been an unknown person. Are you an Asian specialist? ’

For banks who insisted on mechanical vaults, not electronic ones, they were truly desirable. No one is better suited to verify the integrity of a bank's retention capability than a vault specialist.

To keep the secret, I was very curious about the identity of the young man, even though there was an internal regulation that never asked me about his information.

Beevik.

- Deputy Balter.

As Balter walked into the reception room and worried about the car, a voice was heard on the radio in his ears. It was receptionist Vincent at the entrance dealing with guests.

What's the matter?

- Espionage and government officials are here. I need to talk to you about John Doe's safe.

In response, Balter frowned.

Smells like a ghost. What the hell?

- Looks like one of the safe guys tipped him off.

Determination of the risk that items inside the VIP vault will become negative to the bank if the owner does not come after the retention period has passed. That's why even Balter tried to open the safe right away, even if he lost 750,000 francs.

Years ago, a bank was still under rigorous scrutiny by authorities when satellite communications tapes were discovered in European countries. No bank makes its customers as nervous as the one accessed by a federal spy official. It's natural for the customer to turn around.

If there was a harmful spy in that safe that the young Asian boy was opening, we had to find a way to destroy it or hide it. In the process, I could almost see that my goal was hurting. I just hope that the unknown Arabic symbol has made enough money for 10 years to forget the existence of the vault.

Vincent.

- Yes, sir.

You're touching the vault, so hold on to the official until the job is done. It's the shame of our bank to get even unrelated customers involved.

- Yes, sir.

“There you go.”

When Minho combined the third number, he cheered a little as he looked at the open vault. Immediately, the heavy door opened wide.

The first thing that caught my eye was a bunch of bills at the Merchant Guild. It wasn't as much as Grandpa's safe, but it was a bundle of money that could actually be used within only 10 years. And what I saw was an aluminum box at the bottom and a heavy suitcase.

Where are you hiding? ’

As I was about to touch the box, the door in the reception hall opened and Valter appeared.

You're Open!

Yes, just now.

Here's Dazzling.

Minho took his hands off and stepped back. Balter watches the situation by handing over a sip of tea left on the table.

Balter pulls out the contents of the safe, puts them on the table, and starts checking the biggest suitcase.

I see you've enjoyed your trip.

Yes.

There was no problem until all sorts of clothes piled up on the table. However, Balter was in a state of panic when he saw three or four wigs on top, a bag of faux beards and a cigarette with collalens.

It was not for anyone who enjoyed traveling normally.

Balter quickly opened the aluminum box. What came out of it was a document. If this was an espionage-related matter, I had to have a serious conversation with a federal official shortly after.

Minho suddenly saw that it was a newspaper article scrap in English. Balter suddenly pulled out a pile of passports while he was wondering if the owner of the safe was American.

It was a passport for each country.

Hmm…….

Unlike Valter, who was moaning, Minho was calm. Whoever the owner was would have had an unusual identity from the moment the ring lit up, to some extent.

Balter continues to unload the contents of the box. More sophisticated and professional disguises, such as light silicone, came in turn. Finally, an object surrounded by light was stuck in Minho's eyes.

Found it!

A square mirror.

A clear orange glow wrapped around a mirror the size of which fits into the palm of your hand.

Minho, who had confirmed the identity of the antiquities, took a look at Balter. With everything organized, Balter was checking the first document drawn from the box with a serious look on his face.

Minho also took hold of the intermediate artifacts that he had found in a long time. A hand mirror with a young orange color set Minho on fire to his expectations.

‘I'll have to tame it as soon as I get on the train. ’

It was the moment Minho wanted to ask Balter for a mirror as a reward for opening the safe. A strange face suddenly lifts its head to the surface of the mirror you were looking at.

“Phew.”

Chicken flares on my forearms. Minho grunts and turns his head behind his back. Behind you is a sturdy steel wall.

Why do you do it?

"Oh, no. Tea's a little hot.

While Balter's urgent understanding of the contents of the document lowered his head again, Minho looked into the mirror and smiled. Then the stranger who was in the mirror waved his hand at Minho.

The nerves in your spine are tingling with horror.

‘Th-th-that vault ghost...!? ’

The face in the mirror gestured and called out to Minho. It's like you're trying to touch it. Minho flinched and touched the surface of the mirror. The face in the mirror touches Minho's finger.

The warm feeling penetrated Minho's fingertips.

Just like looking at the memories of an antique, one of the artifact's memories appeared to Minho through a mirror like a vision.

Zurich Central Station.

A trembling man walks into a huge station where countless people come and go. As I turned around the column, I took off my glasses and hat, turned my jacket upside down, and suddenly I became another man who was excited about the travel expectations.

The man starts to sit quietly on the chair in the cafeteria and wait for someone. It was an agent preparing for the rendezvous.

I feel like I'm watching a spy movie on my phone. ’

Minho sensed that the owner of this item was wishing to achieve something in reality, like the owner of a Braille watch, seeing that the item was communicating in reality, not a dream.

You want me to help you? ’

A face appeared in the mirror and nodded.

Mr. Balter.

Balter, who was trying to figure out the contents of the document, turned his head to Minho's call. Minho pointed to the document that Balter was watching carefully.

Without random checks, it would be useless.

Random Check?

Minho saw the scene of her face waving a random check in both hands and added to Balter.

"Why, when you see a Hollywood spy movie, you get a scene where you exchange passwords with a number written on the table. The owner of the safe must have a random check, so that's just a piece of paper. You'll never be able to decipher it if you're not the owner.

Seems reasonable.

Valter sighs as he decides that there won't be anything to stab the Espionage official inside.

If you look inside and don't know, the government officials won't be able to say anything else. By the way, how did you know what I was looking for…….

I have a feeling about these things. I love spy movies, haha. This tea is delicious, by the way. Expensive, right?

After blowing his tea, Balter saw Minho finish drinking and swallowed his groaning.

That relaxation that looks hidden.

Even when I was very young, I showed knowledge enough to tell the experts to go away about the old vault. Anyone who had mastered impressive skills and had access to the vault opened in '71. That was an agent there, too. That was definitely a specialist in the lineage.

Although I should never question the identity of the customer, I kept wondering about the background of that young Asian man.

Mr. Balter, since the safe is open, let's start with the reward you mentioned earlier.

Balter, who was obsessed with his thoughts, quickly came to his senses and replied.

There doesn't seem to be anything worth 750,000 francs here. I will instruct you immediately not to take any more of your precious time, so please convert the Old Guy…….

No.

Minho pointed to the hand mirror.

That's enough.

Mirror?

Balter is surprised at the target for a simple mirror, among many things. I looked in the mirror, but there was nothing unusual about it.

It's my hobby to collect such things.

As a special agent, it's natural not to think of money as an important issue. Balter held out his hand mirror to Minho, thinking that a promise is a promise.

"If you are satisfied with this, then I am truly sorry.

Balter gave one of his business cards to Minho, who had a backpack on one side of the storeroom and a bag full of golden lions ready to move.

This is my personal secure line. Feel free to contact us and we'll be happy to assist you.

Lienhart, Deputy Director of the Bank, Balter Kaufman.

Minho received his business card with a smiling face because he had a network of private vaults that he did not know which precious items were stored.

See you next time. I think I'll stop by again when I get back to Europe.

Minho, who left the VIP storeroom, passed the stairs to the first floor. When the cage was awkward and open, the man who first guided Minho approached.

Are you done?

Yes, it's over.

Thank you for visiting Rienhart Bank.

Minho waved his hand at the marble floor hall.

'It was worth a visit. ’

Minho, who was holding the mirror in his hand and whistling out, briefly met the tall white man in the raincoat who was circling the hall just before he left the door.

At first, I didn't think much of it. However, as soon as I stepped out the door, I had to stand still for a moment because of a series of thoughts.

- Just the white guy. The watch on your left arm was only supplied by the Swiss Nine Rangers. A veteran would never grow his hair like that, so he must be a veteran. The bag on his shoulder was supplied by a Swiss government agency. His eyes looked high and his gait was hardly angled, probably a bureaucratic government official...

"What am I doing? ’

Minho shakes his head. Why do you suddenly want to remember and analyze excessive human behavior? The first thing I doubted was the assumption that the owner of the Hand Mirror might have instincts.

I also asked you to remove the horn. Minho asked about the visions in the mirror.

“Where should we go now? ”

In the mirror of his hand, the view of Zurich Central Station that he had just seen appeared.

“Zurich Central Station? ”

The vision circles with your fingers.

“Good. I'm going there anyway. ”

Minho came to an easy conclusion that he had to do something at the station because he could have enough on-screen conversations without speaking.

“Okay. Soon... Ahh! ”

Min-ho, who was only paying attention to the merchandise, checked the watch and came to her senses.

9: 59. You have one minute left to make an appointment with the Milky Way.

* * *

AM 10: 05. Zurich, Hotel du Teatro.

Tadahak.

Minho sighed and jumped inside the hotel. I looked around and found the galaxy sitting in the lounge.

“Galaxy!”

In a pastel-toned blouse, a shirtless skirt turns its head toward you.

Min-ho, standing in front of her, heavily breathed.

“Sorry, you've been waiting a lot, haven't you? ”

“I just got out. You can take your time. ”

“That's enough for a morning workout... Phew, phew. ”

Minho, who took a short breath while he was in a hurry to speak, reached out the orange juice she was drinking.

“Here. I'm thirsty. ”

“Oh, thank you. ”

Minho, who was sucking on the straw mouth, realized later that this was something so natural that she was wearing it.

“Ugh, Milky Way. This……. ”

“Why?”

Seeing the galaxy that cleans up the rest of the juice, Minho thought. Yes, this is no longer something to be ashamed of.

“… delicious. ”

“Fresh, isn't it? I've seen you squeeze oranges. ”

The galaxy smiles with empty containers on the table.

Minho looked around just in case, but he couldn't see Director Riki Han and the ball manager, so he sighed for relief.

The West Galaxy stands up with her bag on its shoulder.

“Shall we go, Minho? It's an old-school spot on the hill in Lindenhoff Park. ”

“Is that so?"

“Sure. I'm done studying. Ask me anything. ”

The letter shook the book ’The Swiss Book of Perfect Travel Guide' and asked him to trust only himself. Minho smiled and followed behind her, because her expression was so cute.

After leaving the hotel, the two of them climbed up the hill to the park off the intersection where the tram crossed. The West Galaxy said as it watched the lime tree rise along the stone wall.

“This place seems hectic, but it feels calm. The building is small.”

“There are regulations in this neighborhood that don't let you build more than five stories up. There's a restaurant with a great view just off the main street. ”

“Did you study, Min-ho? ”

Minho realized that it was actually because of the influence of the hand mirrors that had been gathering information in the neighborhood.

“Joe, I did a little digging. ”

“Minho, if you are a little bit, it's perfect. ”

“Just a little bit, really. ”

“Then what's the name of that church you see there? ”

“Where are you? I can only see Grossmunster.... ”

“Hehe, you see. I couldn't sleep. ”

It was a pleasant time to walk around in the fresh air, even though it was not much of a conversation topic.

In 15 minutes.

Minho and Seo Galaxy arrived at a park on a hill. When they finally saw Zurich unfolding, they paused for a moment.

The narrow streets of the Old Town, which lead to clear rivers flowing through the city centre, felt like they had fallen into a fairy tale after a while from the complex world.

Minho slowly turned his head, and his gaze stayed on the pleasant face of the galaxy, which was clear that he was watching with the same thoughts as himself.

A fairytale princess in a fairytale landscape.

‘It's not like this. ’

Beep.

Minho took out his selfie and photographed the West Galaxy.

“Hello, Seo Milky Way. ”

“Oh, hello!”

As the galaxy waved its hands in reflection, it covered its mouth and asked.

“But aren't I appearing too much on Minho's fan meeting camera? ”

“You can edit it later. Don't worry about it. The galaxy can show you where we are. ”

“Me?”

“I heard rumors of insomnia. ”

In Minho's joke, the galaxy swells its cheeks. She grins and extends her arms down the hill.

“You see? This is Lindenhoff. It's a place to get a glimpse of Zurich's old city hall and its famous Einstein Federal Engineering. ”

Minho's Selcam scoured the city once.

The Limat River, which holds the colors of the sky in harmony, looks so cool that it can pierce your heart. Swans leisurely float on calm waters. Along the river, there was a wide lake at the southern end that was romantic enough to want to shoulder to shoulder and soak feet.

“Good.”

“You know Minho better. ”

Minho pointed his thumb at the galaxy after finishing the introduction to the city. As soon as he tried to end his selfie, Minho turned his eyes away and saw a familiar face on the screen.

"Huh?

Behind the raincoat, swooping through the cracks in the rock. I tried to manipulate the selfie cam with my face and retrace the scene I just shot.

When I pressed the stop button, I could clearly see the tall man's face that I encountered while leaving Rienhart Bank earlier. It was clear that I was watching my side.

"Followed"?

The West Galaxy points to a bench in the park.

“Minho, can I sit over there for a moment? ”

Minho nodded and touched the Braille watch. I listened closely to the stone wall where Raincoat's men would roar through the sound of people having a quiet time.

- …… Yes. Seems to be on tour with a woman who looks like her current lover. I have no particular doubts....