I Was A Porter

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“Tell me more. ”

He was at least 10 years older than himself, I'm sure you know.

“Let me show you a picture. ”

After launching a photo of Draksh on the Internet, he turned his laptop around and showed it to Seungho.

In Seung-ho's eyes, he looked at the photo of Draksh with a face he remembered 20 years ago and without a single tooth change.

“By any chance, 20 years ago...”

“It's not 20 years ago, it's yesterday. Draxi is not a hunter at all. ”

He cut Seung-ho's words to say, "Isn't this a picture 20 years ago?" and eliminated the suspicion.

Seung-ho, like himself, was shocked that Draksh wasn't old.

I thought you weren't old because you ate a lot of horseshoes, but you didn't?

At that moment, one thought passed through my mind.

“No... Your guess is that Draxi gained something from the Final Gate Core and killed all the porters behind it to hide it? And that's the secret to keeping Drax young? ”

As the atmosphere became heavier, Seung-ho speculated on what he was going to say based on the ethnic words.

Seung-ho's words brightened the face of the race to make sure it was the right answer.

“Yes, I think so. Honestly, I didn't know why I had to kill the porters because there was nowhere to say Drax was staying at the nuclear site, but I got a hint from Seung-ho. ”

“... I can't believe it. ”

“It all starts with guessing. I'm not going to interview you for this. These are the things I personally wondered about... I'll have to dig them all up one day. ”

Seeing the burning professionalism with his fists clenched, he realized that he had looked at the man in front of him from the beginning with colored glasses.

I tried to drink one more cup of coffee, but after a long story, I already drank all the coffee.

Seeing the empty cup, Seung-ho stopped trying to go to the register to order more coffee.

“It's lunchtime. ”

In response, the ethnic group had a white face like a prisoner sentenced to death.

Seeing the clock hanging on one side of the cafe wall, the clock suddenly came down fearful of the summit.

Seung-ho got up from his seat while Jonjong was watching him stumble into the entrance of the café.

I tried to reach out and grab him, but after the time I had promised, I stopped how to catch him.

“What are you doing? Aren't you going to eat? ”

“Yes?”

“Show me some delicious homes around here. ”

At that moment, my head was numb and I didn't understand what he was saying, but the rising sun was bright enough to be colorless.

“Yes!! Let's go. We have a delicious Japanese restaurant!! ”

* * *

“Mom, Dad's here. ”

“What took you so long? I was scolded to stop your mother from insisting on coming out looking for you. ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I was doing a little interview...”

Seung-ho blurred his words, and his father opened his eyes wide as if surprised.

“Interview? What interview? ”

“I ran into a reporter and asked her to write an article about my return. Is your mother asleep?”

“I fell asleep a while ago, wondering if I was tired. But don't you think it's a little loud? ”

“Well, if you keep running around trying to get a job, you'll hear about it later. You know the lady next door. ”

“This old lady came home yesterday and told me all about the neighborhood. ”

“Then it's possible that reporters will come to the house themselves. ”

Zhongdong

As the doorbell rings, the rich man looks at each other and sighs at the same time.

“Not for you. ”

“Not you. ”

Seeing him sigh at the same time and saying the same thing, I was sure he was rich.

“I'll go out there. ”

“Can't you just pretend not to exist? ”

“If you turn it on in the evening, you will press hard. Let me tell you something. ”

The sound of the ringing was like thunder to Seung-ho in a situation where his mother had just gone to sleep.

Because my mother was lying down, hostility was rising to the reporters who came to my house, and I was going to have a physical conversation if the conversation was not working well.

I opened the front door and stood in front of the door and felt more popular than I expected.

I thought I would wear a mask to feel the heat slipping away from people, but I opened the gate and went out because I didn't sin.

“Tap the shutter to destroy the camera. ”

As I opened the door and went out, I warned them enough to understand that I had lost my life.

A man with a liver full of beans would have been incontinent, and even a fearless man would have felt appalled.

Because of that, no one moved a finger on the shutter.

“My mother is sick, so I urge her to leave and never come back. It's not a favor, it's a warning. I don't know how happy it was to be healthy." Let's be careful not to think about the memories. And I'm only going to do the interview through the reporter Choi, so you know that, so go back carefully. I won't show you out. ”

There were no reporters who flinched and looked like they were returning.

One of the closest reporters wanted to talk, but his mouth didn't seem to fall off.

However, the reporter took courage and stepped forward.

“What is it?”

“We're givers. ”

“So?”

“We have a duty to tell the people the truth. ”

“My mother told me she was sick. Didn't you hear? And since we've already interviewed the reporter Choi, the duty you speak of is resolved, right? If you make more noise, I'll make you remember how happy it was to eat with my hands. ”

In a deeper life, Seung-ho judged that he had left behind a frog like a frog in front of a snake and understood the horse well enough to close the gate roughly and enter the house.

Beyond the gate, reporters grumbled and cursed at Ascension, but fortunately, the doorbell did not press and scatter.

I was fortunate that I didn't listen to his warning and went home thinking I should show my mother my son's survival cooking skills.

* * *

“20 years ago, were you aware of the last gate blockade operation? It's caused a lot of casualties, but if it's long and short for 10 years, it's brought us rest for a short period of time. Lee Seung-ho was the only one in my country who participated to support the operation. ”

“But unfortunately, 20 years ago, 20 years later, when he thought he was dead because he hadn't made it out of the gate, he came back safe. ”

“Journalist Choi Minjong will tell you more. ”

After the announcer's comment on the news proceedings, the screen turned.

The gate embodied with CG was pierced by awkward smoke, and Choi Minjong reporter appeared.

“Gates fall into an unstable state when they lose their central gate core and are destroyed due to an imbalance between dimensions. That's all anyone knows. ”

“But why can't they get out of a certain radius inside the gate? ”

I interviewed Seung-ho Lee alone with the answer.

“That day... when the gate was destroyed and left beyond it alone, I was desperate. The big, creased legs didn't listen, and there were monsters crying everywhere. ”

“My heart trembles when I hear it. What happened when the gate was destroyed?" ”

“The room is broken. ”

“Please explain in detail. ”

“As the barrier that prevented it from escaping the gate's certain radius gradually cracked, light leaked in. And at some point, the barrier breaks and disappears like dust. From there, you can go anywhere beyond the gate. ”

“So Seung-ho has been to and fro the land beyond the gate? ”

“Like Earth, there are deserts, oceans, vast grasslands and high mountain ranges. The owner of the Earth is human, but the owner of the Earth is a monster. ”

“If we don't have monsters, we might as well say a second Earth. ”

“That's right.”

Fortunately, the reason I was able to survive was when the barrier broke and the monsters started spreading everywhere, and I was able to survive.

* * *

The screen only took a picture of the lower part of Asho's chest, so her face was not revealed.

There was a fierce workshop on the Internet saying that it was not true, but the witnesses began to reveal their insides.

And this is not known only in Korea.

“Seungho?”

The man with the Lego in his hand interrupts his leisure and asks his assistant again.

“Yes, one of the missing persons from the gate that day 20 years ago. ”

“Are you sure? ”

The voice of the man throwing the LEGO piece is filled with unpleasantness.

“I'm sure. I've checked everything. The disappearance process has also been cancelled and Hunter's registration has also been renewed. ”

“How did you get over there? Is that possible?"

The man's suspicions were obvious. How did you get back here after you destroyed the gate?

“Ten years ago, when they saw the gate reopening, they continued to observe and found certain rules. And he said he was waiting at the anticipated gate creation point, and he crossed the gate. ”

“I appreciate the effort...”

The man folds his arms and turns around thinking.

But I didn't think long.

“Perhaps...”

“I understand.”

The man smiled at the secretary's answer, even if he didn't listen to him to the end.

However, the man's eyes did not smile, but only cold cold air floated around.

* * *

At that time, after dinner, Seung-ho, his parents, who slept early, was looking at Alba Korea recommended by democracy.

I tried to get a job for a short period of time, but the job was hard to find.

“You're too old. ”

It took me from my age.

“You can't do this without a license. ”

Pang Phang Man needed a license.

“I can't make that many changes to my terms of service. ”

The most confident security was mostly night shifts, so Seung-ho's desire to work only during the day and have dinner with his parents was brutally broken.

There was a certain amount of part-time work you could do to restrict the area, and there were few part-time jobs you wanted.

Once Seung-ho checked what he could do one by one.

Working hard was one of the most confident things.

I wanted to work on the construction, but my parents had to get rid of the poles.

Work in the office was impossible for him to do without the ability to handle computers, and service jobs seemed impossible because of his personality.

After thinking about it, I started complaining to the democracy because there was nothing I could do.

- Seung-ho Lee: It's hard to get Ahr.

- Immigrant: Obviously, it's hard to get part-time jobs at your age.

- Seung-ho Lee: How to present.

- What can I do to help? Don't you think the kids are doing well these days? Let's ask Seong-goon and Shia.

- Seung-ho Lee: Tomorrow itself.

- Okay. Tomorrow's the weekend, so Seong-goon and Shia are going. Enjoy your beautiful nieces and nephews!

I tried to write it down with eagle technique, but while I was writing only four letters, the democracy sent me dozens of letters.

I don't really need to use a smartphone, so tapping on the keyboard did not increase forever.

It was even more so because I couldn't feel if I was hitting it properly because I couldn't feel the taste of pressing it.

Seung-ho was looking for part time on his smartphone until late at night, but his father came out to drink water, found the light leaking out of Seung-ho's room, and opened the door.

Thanks to that, Seung-ho, who was touching his phone without realizing time, was able to get out of his smartphone.