[I have a proofreader on board for this series! I will upload multiple chapters on Saturday!]
Return (3)
“Huh, huh, huh.”
“Don’t laugh; search for your cell phone.”
His father, who only laughed at his words, took the square plastic out of his arms.
“What is that, father?”
“Huh? Cell phone. Oh, I don’t know. Should I teach this guy?”
After saying that, he clung to the side of Seungho.
“This is a smartphone. This is the screen, but if you click here, the screen lights up like this. And if you put your finger here, you can only use it with fingerprint recognition. What do you think? It’s amazing.”
“Ah! when I was taking a taxi, something similar to this one came to find the way.”
“It’s navigation, but you can do it with it. Press here like this. Now, does the surrounding come out like this?”
“Wow! What is all this? Is it around the house?”
“Right. You are young, and you can understand it quickly. Now, if you write your destination here, it will find you the fastest way to get there. Nowadays, you don’t have to look at maps and signs just like before.”
Seungho’s disappearance did not make any adjustments to the developed environment.
“Is that a smartphone hanging on the wall over there?”
“What? Hahaha, no man. That’s a TV.”
“Really? The TV is not thin like that.”
“Yeah! There’s also a TV with a thick thickness, but these days it’s an antique.”
His father told him that a TV about 3cm thickness was also released. It has a gap of 3cm between the thumb and index finger.
Seung-ho’s mouth was so shut by the technology that was so ridiculously advanced that he wanted to make fun of it by lying.
“Oh, honey, do a price search.”
“Oh, I often blink since I’m old. Seung-ho, if you press this, it goes into the Nay X. Now, try it. If you press once, the letter enters, so write it down slowly. If you hit it like that and look for it… Right, starting with the lowest price here.”
The lowest price for an intermediate stone was 3468 million won.
“If you sell just a few, will you buy a house?”
Seung-ho’s mother laughed.
“Oh, I have to teach Seungho from the water’s edge.”
When his father said that, he went into the room and came out holding a wallet.
And he started to take out bills from his wallet, which was the first bill that Seung-ho saw.
“This is a thousand won, five thousand won, ten thousand won, fifty thousand won bill. Don’t you see the first arrogant won?”
“Wow….”
“After that, I will teach you each one to fill the gap of 20 years as if I were teaching a three-year-old child to be late at night.”
* * *
The next morning, he went to the police station with his parents to cancel the report of the disappearance, the police searching for the identity of Shinwoo were busy at first.
“Inspector? What is this?”
“What are you doing? Uh? uh?”
The person who came to cancel the disappearance report appeared in his early twenties, but because of looking up to his identity, it was 20 years ago.
The portrait on the monitor screen and the person’s face in front of their eyes must have been the same person.
There was a person standing face to face with the missing person.
The policeman looks confused by the fact, but after reading the reason for the disappearance, he was more embarrassed and had to stare at the stretching monitor and Seung-ho’s face alternately.
“What’s the problem?”
“Ah…. Are you right?”
The officer had to ask himself if he had to cancel the disappearance report, but Seung-ho nodded lightly.
“It’s been a while…. And the reason for the disappearance is stated as ‘missing in the gate’… .”
“Yes. I came back yesterday.”
“Joohyuna, I’m processing it for a while. I need a bathroom.”
“Yes, sir.”
Joon Hyun-Joo, who was in charge of canceling Seung-ho’s disappearance report, asked few simple questions to print a fingerprint on Seung-ho’s hand and turn it over to a document then return his resident registration card.
“Mr. Seungho Lee. You must also renew your resident registration card. There was no fine for non-renewal due to disappearance, but if you do not reissue it within six months after today, you will be fined. Please be aware of this.”
After all, the processing was over, the officer returned his resident registration card and reminded him again about its renewal.
As Seung-ho’s family left the police station, Lt. Choi Won-soo, who got out of the bathroom, looked for them.
“Joon Hyun-joo, where are those who came to cancel the disappearance report earlier?”
“Oh, they went home after all the processing.”
Sergeant Joo-hyun responded while organizing the documents.
At that moment, Lieutenant Choi Won-soo’s expression was crumpled.
“What? already?”
“Yes, isn’t it fast?”
“Oh, I want it to be fast. How long have they’ve been gone?”
“They went out three minutes ago.”
“Oh, okay. I need to go to the bathroom.”
Sergeant watched Lt. Choi Won-soo heading to the bathroom again with mysterious eyes but soon stopped paying attention after thinking that he had returned from work to help cancel the report.
Inspector Choi Won-soo, who left the room to go to the bathroom, went outside and urgently called someone.
“Hello? Inspector Choi?”
“Reporter Park, the target went out of the police station.”
“Oh really, hold on for a few minutes. I will arrive there in two minutes.”
The voice coming over the cell phone was full of annoyance.
“When I came back from the call, they were already out. But why don’t you just contact me quickly and find my home address?”
“Gosh… …. I understand for now. Thanks for the info, though. I’ll buy you a drink if I get an article.”
“Ah, Mr. Park, would you have contacted me hoping for that? Please write a good article.”
“Yes. Go in.”
“Yes, then.”
Inspector Choi puts his phone in his pocket roughly, took out the cigarette from the inner pocket, lit it, sucked deeply, and exhaled the smoke.
“after…. Anyway, I think reporter Park’s call has ended.”
The dramatic return of a man left alone at the gate for 20 years.
That must have been delicious enough to be fatal because that was not attractive.
Choi thought he would never miss this opportunity if he were a reporter, so he contacted reporter Park, whom he knew best. However, it has already gone out.
In that case, it was necessary to spread food.
After quickly deciding on the judge’s side, Choi turned off the cigarette that he could only suck a sip from it and began to make calls from place to place.
“Oh, it’s been a long time since you contacted me, reporter Shin. Oh, what can I do for you? Ha-ha, nothing else …”
At that time, Seung-ho, who came out of the police station, tried to reissue his resident registration card at the advice of a friendly police officer, but he had to take a picture because there were no any
However, before taking a picture, he is planning to go to the hairdresser around his parents’ house to cut and clean up his hair.
It seemed that if he had sixty-six-year-old parents and would be walking around their place, they would feel happier.
“Mother, father. Let’s go to the beauty salon before going home.”
“What are you talking about, son?”
“Your mother’s knee feels bad. I have to go to the office today and then go to the Hunter Association; after that, I will visit the workplace you mentioned yesterday.”
Seung-ho told his parents not to talk to the democratic.
How painful it was to lose her husband. Why did she lose her husband at the gate?
“Then let’s go to the office again. It’s near Yogi, anyway. Huh?”
When he looked at his begging mother’s face, he was feeling weak.
As they passed the alley, he looked at the right side of the road and saw a beauty salon. Sheung-ho took his parents’ hand and walked toward it.
He has felt it since yesterday, the cars running on the streets were very stylish. All the girls passing the road looked pretty.
For 20 years, Seung-ho’s eyes, which didn’t see anyone inside the gate, are now busy looking for those beautiful women.
“Son, I want you to get married.”
Mother noticed her son’s feelings; the mother peeked.
“Mother, I haven’t got a job yet…Once I have, that is the right time for me to get married.”
“Yes, that’s right, the man-child must have a job!”
Father answered with difficulty. His father helped him from the side.
The mother was concerned about the marriage of her son even thought her son’s appearance, like in his early 20s, was competitive.
“However, I am so handsome that I can marry a woman 20-year-old younger than me.”
Honestly, Seung-ho’s face was more normal than handsome, but what would you do with it?
Seung-ho smiled face to face with his mother and went into the beauty salon.
“Come on, oh! The beauty and the beast are here?”
When the door opened with a rattle, the head of the mid-30s, who was cleaning the boutique, held hands with his mother and joked as he watched Seung-ho enter the beauty salon.
Seung-ho’s head, which was not managed at all, became a source of fun because he is comparable to a lion walking through an African meadow.
Subsequently, when his father came in, they looked puzzled, but soon focused on Seung-ho, who appeared to be a guest.
“Are you here to cut your grandchildren’s hair? Come over here.”
As she pulled Seung-ho to the center, his mother came to the side and watched the hairdresser spray something on Seung-ho’s hair.
“Mother, you can sit there.”
Even as Seung-ho said that she would sit down because her legs would hurt, his mother refused.
“Oh? I’m sorry. I thought he was your grandson.”
“It could be. It’s okay. He is my son.”
When Seung-ho called his mother, he apologized to what the hairdresser said.
But the mother shook her head as if she didn’t care and started boasting her son.
“Oh, it looks like my son and I are the same age. However, he was distracted and didn’t eat a lot of food, so this month his food cost was 700,000 won. It’s not that big because it’s like your mother’s son, but you’re upset.”
The hairdresser thought Seung-ho’s mother gave birth to him late.
To relieve the mother’s feelings, she began to mix the praises of Seung-ho’s body while imitating her son, and the mother’s expression bloomed like a flower.
“Hoho, right. My son is forty-two this year, but his skin is fine, his body is good and he ishandsome, and it’s been a while.”
“Mother, I am forty-three years old.”
“I’m talking about age these days.”
The hairdresser who puts down the sprayer was surprised to hear Seung-ho and his mother conversation.
“Are you in your 40s? Oh, you’re older than me. How do you have this skin? What is your secret?”
“You like my skin, right? I think it’s because I ate a lot of mana stone.”
In response to the praise of the director, Seung-ho also answered with trembling.
However, when he said that he had eaten the stone, the hairdresser felt shocked.
“Are you a hunter? Phew, thank goodness! I almost broke the scissors. If you are a hunter, you should tell us in advance.”
“What is different about Hunter?”
The hairdresser put the scissors that went to Seung-ho’s hair back into the scissor’s house, rolled them up, and then went inside the beauty salon and brought another scissors house and opened it.
Seungho, watching the scene, was in doubt and asked the hairdresser,
“Are you not a hunter?”
“Uh, it’s D-class first.”
The hairdresser smiled at Seungho, who swallowed the words ‘it’s 20 years ago.’
However, after seeing Seung-ho’s expression swallowing a horse, she understood the meaning differently.
“What kind of shame is D-class? D-class hunters also have to cut their hair with hunter-specific scissors. If you cut it with regular scissors, you will have to ask because the scissor’s blade will break; the price of hairdressing scissors is higher than the cost of the cut.”
At the end of the hairdresser’s words, Seung-ho’s anxiety grew.
“Does this scissor break?”
“A-class hunters also cut their hair with these scissors. Do not worry.”
However, when the words were over, the scissors cut off only a few strands of hair and stopped, making an unpleasant whisper.
“uh? uh?”
Seung-ho smiled bitterly and raised his right hand between the gowns in response to the hairdresser’s reaction.
“I will cut it if you hold the scissors in my hand and bring it to the location to be cut.”
The hairdresser, who was dumb-founded in his first experience, gave the expensive Hunter-only scissors to Seung-ho.
He lifted Seung-ho’s arm with scissors in his right hand, puts the scissors in the position of the hair to be cut, and puts his head between the scissors.
“You can cut it.”
The director looked with mysterious eyes at the hair and scissors that were cut smoothly and silently. He could see something standing on the edge of the scissors.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but that something standing quickly disappeared, and the hairdresser thought he had seen something in vain.
“Did the A-level or higher hunters on TV use their magical power to cut their hair? I slept late yesterday, and I saw something vain. I have to close the door early today and go home.”