Chapter 527 – 527. Reunion 1
Manhattan, 165 Charles Street. New York. United States.
Seongyeon’s house. The house where she and her son lived in the United States.
It’s a pretty nice house. Well, this is the house where the daughter-in-law and grandson of the World’s Greatest Group are staying, so there’s no way they could live in a boring place.
But the house was quite messy. You can also see broken flower pots, and it looks quite disheveled.
Thick dust calmly settled. However… Are there any traces of people coming and going?
After the world collapsed, I devoted myself to robbing empty houses for four years, so I learned to some extent how to check whether people came and went by looking at the dust.
From my perspective, this is not a house that has been completely empty. Someone came and went.
Who is it? Could it be that the person who was in this house survived?
Actually, from what I remember, there were quite a few people in the US who supported Ko Seong-yeon’s hat.
If America had become like Korea, I would never have thought they would still be alive.
But when I came to America, I saw it and found out. Surprisingly, there is a high probability that Go Seong-yeon’s son is alive.
I don’t know exactly what the atmosphere is like in New York, but I don’t think they were killed as ridiculously as in Korea.
Then, I can understand this trace to some extent. But I don’t think there are kids’ shoe sizes.
I don’t know. I’ll think about it later and go back to sleep. I’m tired from flying too much.
If you think about it, you should act right away. Overwrite the New York save location here.
And then I teleported home, took a quick shower, and went to sleep right away.
Since it was a bright morning just now, it would have been quite difficult if I had just told him to fall asleep.
However, since it is a dark bunker and you are going to sleep anyway, you can ignore the time difference.
What the. How can you overcome jet lag in this way? This is hilarious too.
Morning. I opened my eyes, got ready right away, and then teleported to Suwon.
Quiet bunker. When I ran the detector, it seemed that both Seongyeon and Shinyoung were awake.
With only a reflection wrapped around his body, he walked towards the artificial garden, his footsteps pounding, and shouted loudly.
“Jump out right now!”
He looks like a gangster who came to collect some kind of debt. Should I have made it a little softer?
Seongyeon’s door opens and Seongyeon comes out with an awkward expression.
And Shinyoung also came out looking at me with an expression that was definitely not kind.
But I’m not the type of person who cares about those kinds of stares. Rather good. It’s creepy.
“Seeing as you didn’t commit suicide, I guess you’re thinking of going to America? Then let’s go.”
Seongyeon’s expression was hilarious.
You won’t like it. A man who is rude, arrogant, and says whatever he wants.
Moreover, since she said that she killed her husband and father-in-law, there is no way that she can be viewed favorably.
However, it cannot be helped that there is a strange sense of anticipation inside that expression.
Thinking of my son. America, which I somehow wanted to go to.
If you wave that in front of your eyes as bait, you can’t help but be tempted.
I opened my very gate for her.
A huge gate. And beyond that is a place that Seongyeon is familiar with.
Seongyeon’s eyes widen when she sees the gate. Because her memories have been erased, she is a woman who has never seen the gate skill itself.
But there is no way I can see the skill now. Seongyeon crosses over the gate as if possessed.
It’s like some kind of musical stage. A stage split in half. One side is an underground bunker. On the other side is an apartment in New York.
The gate itself is so big that it creates that atmosphere. It’s such an amazing sight.
“Ah… Ah… Finally…”
Seongyeon opens the apartment doors with her hands shaking.
I left her behind and headed to Seongyeon’s room.
All luggage in the room. I just opened the container and swallowed it.
Beds, dressers, exercise equipment, everything like that.
I even opened the built-in closet and put everything inside. Shinyoung, who followed me, sees me doing this and screams.
“What are you doing!”
“Moving.”
After putting all the things in Seongyeon’s room, I headed straight to Shinyoung’s room.
“Why go in there!”
“Moving.”
Shinyoung’s room is a little smaller and doesn’t have much luggage, so it’s easy to pack it in.
I stuff everything into storage where I can see it.
“You crazy guy! Don’t touch me!”
No matter what they say, I do my job. Also, open the built-in closet and take out everything inside.
As I put the items in the drawer like that, I see Shinyoung’s panties.
“You’re wearing something cute.”
“Shut up! You crazy!”
After putting everything into my mind, I leisurely look at Shinyoung and say.
“Okay, go across.”
“My… Why me!?”
“Then die.”
Shinyoung bites her lip and glares at me scaryly. Then, as if she had no choice, she hesitated and crossed over to the other side of the gate.
I also followed her across and closed her gate.
End. Now the bunker in Suwon is empty. I have to use it well. In many ways.
Crash!
A loud noise is heard and Seong-yeon hurries out, clutching something in her hand.
“Minhu! Minhu!!!”
Then, he rummaged through her shoe closet, took out something, put it on, and ran outside.
“What? Why is it like that?”
Seongyeon presses the elevator button in front of the door and waits anxiously.
“Hey. Where are you going?”
“Don’t stop me. I have somewhere to go right now. I have to go see Minhu. So don’t stop me. Don’t stop me!”
Looks like he’s half lost. The first time seeing her, who was always calm.
“So where are you going?”
“Queens… Flushing. 137th Street…”
“If you say that, I don’t know where. Is it close? Can I walk? Can I go there?”
Only then does Seongyeon take a look at herself.
Since she came back from the bunker wearing comfortable clothes, her clothes are not suitable for going out.
Besides, I don’t know what her means of transportation is, but it doesn’t look good for Seongyeon to go out like that.
Ding
The elevator arrived, and the doors opened.
She flinched when she saw it, but she couldn’t move, perhaps because of what I had just said.
“Go inside the house. Give me the address. I’ll go and open it. Just like before.”
It seems like he went through a lot of trouble in that short period of time. Well, it’s worth it.
To this woman, I am not someone she can trust and rely on.
A man who cannot accept this kind of favor.
“Do you really want to come all the way to America and die after something bad happens before you even meet your son?”
I guess my words were decisive.
The elevator door closed and Seongyeon showed what she was holding in her hand, speaking in a trembling voice.
“Queens… It’s called the Flushing area… If you go all the way east from here, there’s a place… It’s not that far. 8 miles? About that… On 137th Street…”
She looks at the note in her hand and tells me her address.
At first glance, I saw that the address I just mentioned was written there, and it said, ‘I miss you. The phrase ‘Mom.’ Is written in crooked letters.
No way. Was that written by Seongyeon’s son?
Then I remembered yesterday’s dust.
Traces of someone continuously coming and going. I guess that’s Seongyeon’s son. He said 5 years ago he was 7, so he would be 12 now.
You probably don’t go alone. Is there someone you go with?
But I can’t just trust it like that. Could it be a trap? Someone is targeting Seongyeon… Ugh. No.
Someone is selling a trap using Seongyeon, who is obviously in Korea, as bait. This was a bit too much of a leap.
But that son is also great, right? Did she think that her mother would not forget her and come looking for her?
I don’t know. You’ll know once you go and see it in person.
“Is your son’s name Minhu?”
“Yes.”
Seongyeon’s hands are still shaking. How does it feel to ask a favor from someone who says she is their enemy?
Well, let me hear about that for myself later.
“Stay inside the house. The gate will open soon.”
And she wrote Phase Out right away.
Go outside the building and turn on all buffs, including flight and invisibility.
You said it was east, right? But where is east?
I take out my smartphone and turn on the map. It was Queens. Queens. Flushing? Ah. Here it is.
My current location is roughly in Manhattan… Ah. It looks like it’s over there.
It flies right away. Queens is not that far away, but we arrived quickly. Actually, 8 miles is a distance of about 12 kilometers.
A 10-second cut is possible if you use Blink.
137th Street… Ah. Here it is. And the address on the back… At number 31… Uh… Here it is.
Rustic building. It is an impressive red brick building. A building that can be seen in Korea.
Moreover, the road in front and the cars standing in front are quite comfortable. Is this New York? Isn’t it a place like this in Gwangjin-gu?
Use perspective to look at the building. A man with an unkempt beard and a woman with her hair parted calmly. And one child.
No matter how you look at them, all three are Korean. And that kid… Looks familiar.
Young. I guess he’s Seongyeon’s son. What is your name? Minhu? His face is still the same as when he was 7 years old. If only someone like me could recognize it.
Hmm… What is it? Can I kidnap him? But those two Koreans who live together. What are they? Are you a user? What. If you ask, you’ll know.
Phase out.
And then go inside the house. Released from square. And after applying the buff, nullify and sleep three times.
The man and woman fall sideways, and the little boy also falls.
Of course I have to let him sleep. At the age of twelve, you can use as many skills as you want, right?
There are people like Dohyeon who ate up Ilsan at the age of 16, so you can’t let down your guard. Children are more scared of things like this.
“Gate.”
When the gate to Seongyeon’s house is opened, Seongyeon jumps out. Shinyoung reluctantly follows behind.
Seong-yeon looked around because it was an unfamiliar place, and when she saw Min-hu lying on the floor, she trembled in place as if she had been struck by lightning.
And regardless of whether her knee was broken or not, she rushed out and hugged the fallen Minhu.
“Minhoo! Minhoo!!! Our Minhoo!!!”
When she saw that, she immediately wrote her annulment.
Minhu wakes up from her sleep and opens her eyes with a frown on her face. Then she sees Seongyeon holding her and her eyes widen.
“Uh… Mom?”
“Yes! Min-hoo! It’s mom. Mom. Mom came to see Min-hoo. Ugh.”
“Mom? Mom!”
The mother and son hugged each other and began to cry.
The man and woman in this house who fell asleep and woke up make bewildered expressions as they wake up.
Even they may not believe this situation. Seongyeon, who should be in Korea, is here like this.
Regardless, Seongyeon and Minhu cried very sadly.
Seongyeon touches her son’s face and continues to hug him in disbelief.
Minhu is quite big for a twelve-year-old, but at this moment, he is no different from a child.
Shinyoung, the man Yongin, and the woman who were looking at it began to have red eyes.
What… It’s a bit touching. Actually, it wasn’t easy to do this.
It’s the result of many coincidences and miracles, isn’t it?
So, it is understandable to be so happy.
Of course it would be good. There is probably no better moment for Seongyeon than this moment.
The mother and son finally calmed down after a long sea of tears.
Seongyeon holds her son tightly as if she will never lose him again.
And only then do they look at the men and women who use them and say thank you. Anyway, those two have been taking care of their son until now.
They must be like benefactors for whom she is extremely grateful.
Three people sitting together and talking about things that have happened so far.
I listen to the story indifferently from a distance.
I’m not interested, but I thought there was something worth referencing.
Shinyoung is also standing similar to me. In fact, this woman is not very interested in Seongyeon. She somehow ended up here.
Half of them came as if they were being pushed by me. Regardless of your will.
Still, he seems to be listening intently to see if he is interested in the story. Shinyoung glares at me as I laugh at the sight.
Hmm. That glaring expression is quite natural. I guess that’s what I usually do.
But you still look pretty like that.
After all, women have the best looks. No matter what you do, your beauty covers it up, right?
