73 – Hero’s Essence (3)
As I was heading home after leaving GB’s headquarters, KakaoTalk came.
The recipient was the author.
It was about whether you are very busy these days.
I sent a message saying that society has been so vicious these days that I am trying to stabilize the atmosphere.
Actually, even though I’m taking a break from my hero activities for a week.
The author even sent a cute emoticon saying to work hard.
I finished replying lightly and put my smartphone in.
I didn’t know that sharing KakaoTalk with the author would be so painful.
ㅡ Are you okay?
I don’t think it’s okay.
The author sent KakaoTalk as normal as possible, but he must have realized something.
Because the author is a psychic with black technology.
She can’t help but question that she is alive.
Even modern medicine with developed psychic powers cannot easily cure a hole in the heart.
Even if it was possible, the situation was not easy.
It’s not like the place where the author collapsed was near the hospital.
You may think that you have a problem with your memory.
But at the hospital, there is someone who witnessed the scene where I brought the bloody author.
So if you do a little research, you can easily infer that it’s not even a matter of memory.
Then she can’t help but suspect that I did something by transferring herself to the hospital.
However, the author did not ask what was going on.
I must have realized that I was rejecting myself.
In fact, since the author woke up in the hospital, I have intentionally avoided contact with the author.
That’s why they send the most acceptable KakaoTalk messages.
Since she is fine, she must be sending a signal to go back to the past as if nothing had happened.
ㅡ Brave.
Why?
ㅡ If it’s not a relationship problem, your brain tends to go round. What a strange guy.
….
ㅡ Did you think of a way to catch the monster?
Just… Nogadaji.
We used psychometry to check the faces of those who were at the scene of the raid.
So we chase after them.
ㅡ Khehehe.
Grid let out a laugh that he hadn’t heard in a while, as if he liked this situation.
I arrived home, finished my day, and organized the patrol course, and the sun had set.
I took out the hero suit from the room and put it on.
The belt… You better solve it.
“The grid.”
ㅡ I know.
This suit is made from Grid’s body.
So you can change the appearance as much as you like.
At my request, Grid started tweaking the suit’s appearance.
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The appearance of the suit revealed like that… It was a familiar sight in a movie.
“Ha.”
A ridiculous guy.
ㅡ We Are Venom!
I thought so.
Unknowingly, I ate and laughed.
ㅡ Don’t think that you are carrying all the pain and suffering in the world. If you think like that, an accident will happen somewhere.
… It’s not easy.
Because I still feel that the deaths of those victims were my fault.
Still… You are right.
I opened the window and pulled myself out.
It was harder than I thought to get out of the window because it was a feeling that was different from usual as I got bigger.
ㅡ If the whole body is black like this, the probability of being noticed by others must be low.
If that’s you, then that’s probably it.
I got out through the window and jumped onto the roof of the building.
My body felt heavier and more cumbersome than before, but I felt even stronger.
With this appearance, it seems to be able to use stronger power without using nuclear weapons.
ㅡ It wasn’t like you had to put the hack on your belt to use it anyway. It’s a stereotype.
Ah, that’s right.
I ran to the roof of the building and arrived at the point I had set as the patrol course.
It was night at 9pm in August, but it didn’t feel like night at all.
With the high humidity from the rainy season and the heat rising from the asphalt, it felt not so different from midday.
Maybe that’s why I could still see the lightly dressed people still running around.
It seems that there are people who enjoy their daily lives even when stories like the country is doomed appear on TV and the Internet.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a scene like this.
I wonder if it’s just my misunderstanding that it doesn’t seem so fun.
Hiding in the shadow of the rooftop, I began to observe people passing by.
I don’t know how long it will take, but it will definitely pay off.
The attack that pierced the author’s heart was clearly an ability close to that of a monster’s body transformation.
The expressionless expression on the author’s life is vivid.
There were too many unnatural parts to be a human being who lacked emotion.
A monster that imitates as a human, a monster in the form of a suit.
I think the final form of the two is the bastard who attacked the author.
ㅡ Unlike the monsters so far, it would be annoying if there was a place to stay. I think I need something to induce the monster’s activity. Although it seems narrow, it will take a long time to search all over the wide Seoul.
….
As Grid said.
Even if the population density of Seoul is not as high as new towns are increasing, it takes too much time to check everyone.
Something new seemed to be needed.
***
The next day.
I got a call from Joo Won.
Since he sent to greet me, he told me to come to GB Group’s head office.
I was about to end the call and put my smartphone in my pocket.
ㅡ Are you busy today?
The author sent her KakaoTalk like that.
ㅡ Sorry, I have somewhere to go from now on.
I know how bad this is.
Still, I don’t want to face Jieun until she finishes organizing her mind.
When she thinks of the author, she keeps thinking of people who have passed away.
I hurriedly grabbed my hero suit and left the house.
I came out of the building like that, and the author was standing in a daze.
“Senior….”
“….”
The author, whom I had been avoiding recently, came to visit me.
She must have waited quite a while, and a faint sweat appeared on her face.
You must have come this far because you thought I was intentionally avoiding you.
“The body… Are you okay?”
“It’s okay. If it’s okay now….”
The moment the author hesitated to open her mouth, she stopped the car in front of me.
Unlike Yuna, Joo-Won was a common sense person, not a limousine.
It was still a luxury sedan, though.
“Sorry, I have somewhere to go. Let’s talk later.”
It was painful to see the author’s face.
Looking at the author, she remembered the time when she was attacked by a monster and her breath was cut off.
In a state of panic, I made the wrong choice, and I thought of the victims who died as a result.
I recalled the image of the bereaved family crying and clinging to the coffin, overcoming the restraint of an adult man.
So I decided to run away.
I had no choice but to do it even though I knew it wouldn’t solve anything.
ㅡ ….
“May I leave?”
“Yes, please go.”
I know how much crap I am.
To borrow Grid’s expression, he’d be a hogu, a sweet potato, a chewing gum, and a scumbag.
But now….
In the blink of an eye, the car with me arrived at the headquarters of GB Group.
When I arrived at the headquarters building, like last time, someone opened the back seat door of the car and lowered my head.
It was a feeling I would never get used to, no matter how many times I went through it.
I entered the headquarters building and headed to the information desk.
At the information desk, there was the same staff as last time.
The staff asked me what I was doing with a slightly nervous expression, as if he recognized me.
I brought up the story that I had an appointment to meet with CEO Seo Joo-won and asked him to confirm.
Then, the employee felt stiff and repeated the same action as last time.
It was a moment when I felt a little sorry.
“Boss, Hero Brave has arrived.”
ㅡ Please let me in.
I followed the secretary to the president’s office, and there were quite a few people sitting in the president’s office, except for Joo-won.
The youngest-looking person was in their early 30s, and the oldest-looking person was in their early 50s.
However, I felt that they are difficult to judge based on their appearance.
I felt the pressure I felt when I first met Joo-won.
“Welcome, Brave.”
Mr. Joo-won told me to sit next to a slightly cold-looking man in his 50s.
I followed his words and quietly sat down.
Then the man who was checking something on the tablet PC looked at me and opened her mouth.
“Nice to meet you, Brave. I am Jeong Dae-han, a professor of criminology at KGT University.”
“Ah, nice to meet you. It is Brave.”
Professor Jeong Dae-han held out his hand to me and asked for a handshake.
I was a little thin and not very tall, but I felt the pressure of facing a giant.
“I listened to the audio file recorded by Brave. That’s why people gathered to come up with countermeasures.”
I thought they were people with a heavy atmosphere somewhere, but….
Professor Jeong Dae-han asked me about his impression.
I remembered his appearance and opened his mouth.
“He seemed to be in his early to mid-40s. I think he was between the mid and high 170’s, and his overall body felt well-proportioned. He had a deep voice, and even though it was midsummer, he was wearing a suit and a bowler hat.”
After I finished speaking, about 3 people looked at Professor Jeong Dae-han with surprised expressions.
What is it?
“As expected.”
Expected?
ㅡ I heard that there is a person who can roughly estimate a person’s age, gender, height, weight, and health condition just by listening to their voice.
Ah, is that so?
Among the movies I watched in the past, there was a story in which a person negotiating with terrorists only listened to the voice and inferred it.
I thought it was fiction to some extent, but it seems that it was possible in reality.
“Do you remember the face?”
“Yes. Therefore….”
I remembered the man’s face and opened my mouth.
The hair was swept from the right side to the left side, revealing the forehead.
I got the impression that I was closer to a Westerner than an Asian because of his distinct features.
Slight wrinkles formed on his forehead, and wrinkles were also visible around his eyes, nose, and mouth.
The bridge of his nose was sharp, and he often frowned.
“Ummm… okay.”
The professor, who was drawing a montage on a tablet PC according to my story, handed me the finished version, saying that it was finished.
It was a montage that looked similar but had a strangely different feel.
“Looks a bit different somewhere.”
“Ah, yes….”
I’m not good at art, so I can’t express how different it is, but it was a little different.
The professor told me to wait a minute and then he operated the tablet PC.
Then, quite a few faces appeared on the screen.
“These are similar faces. Take a look.”
Following the professor’s words, I carefully looked at the faces of the people who appeared on the screen.
Then there was someone who wanted to feel this way.
A movie with the title saying that the main character never dies.
It was somewhat similar to the man who appeared as the main villain in the third series of the movie.
I feel like if I mix a bit of an Asian feel to this person, he will become that man.
“This feels like Professor Humbert in a Lolita movie.”
At that story, the eyes of the 10 people sitting here were focused on one person.
“Uh, um… I just saw it because it was famous.”
The people gathered here are people who are or have been active in the front lines of catching criminals.
There are people like that among those people….
Something felt strange.