I Became a Cop in the Superhero Genre

08 : Even the police in this world have jinxes.

“We are not evil. I just needed people with powers for the human rights of people with superpowers. I know you can’t believe this right now. That’s why I wanted to treat you and let you know about us.”

I struggled to endure the dampness in my ears and chewed on his words.

What was the purpose of kidnapping me? You mean you kidnapped me to convince me I wasn’t a bad guy? Why bother?

I couldn’t figure out why he would do such a thing to convince one cop.

Even though I was injured and not at the scene, kidnapping an incumbent police officer is not only dangerous, but also a dangerous thing that could make the entire police force a target.

Trying to build a good image by healing my injuries? This is also strange, these guys are proudly showing the faces of the villains who proudly say they belong to the Chosen One.

If I say I don’t trust this bastard and report it to the police, everything this bastard has built so far will be destroyed. Why the hell?

No matter how you think about it, no matter what you’re plotting, there’s no reason to deliberately ‘kidnap’ me.

Because my kidnapping as a cop is too dangerous. But is there any reason to do this? I try to roll my lacking head, but right now there are only questions that I do not know the answer to.

He bit his lips and was breaking out in a cold sweat, and in the midst of that, Park Jung-hoon said hahahaha and a friendly smile on his face.

“We are not going to do anything to you. I mean it. You can go back like this. Please work diligently as a police officer. Just- could you wait a little bit? for a better society. If you know about us, even the hero New Hope will understand us.”

Their passing chatter gave me a rough idea of what these guys were up to, though I didn’t know exactly what they wanted. That’s also why these guys haven’t worked so far.

The reason these guys have moved quietly so far is because the cracks in society didn’t grow as big as they wanted due to the development that was different from the original, but it was because they were afraid of New Hope.

Well, all of the guys here are the ones who miraculously managed to escape after being beaten by New Hope once. The existence of New Hope can be very scary, but knowing its power, you have no choice but to be vigilant.

In the original work, New Hope was framed as a traitor to the psychic and isolated. The guy Park Jung-hoon in front of me seems to have a different idea.

-Are you a Sai guy?

Although it may be that Park Jung-hoon’s thoughts have changed due to the development that has changed from the original story. My intuition shouts again that this is a relationship affair.

As I was staring at him with my eyes wide open at the ominous sensation, Park Jung-hoon helped me up. He kindly brushed the dust off my pants and continued.

“I will take you home. Once again, I sincerely apologize for bringing you here so suddenly. And- Detective. There is one thing you should remember.”

He suddenly looked at me with a serious face.

It looks like it’s trying to scare me and seize me, but it only looks like a skit that’s not even funny because it’s a rough idea of this guy’s idea.

But you can’t tease it. I waited patiently for him to speak.

“With my ability, the detective’s wounds have been healed. But with every miracle comes a risk. I believe that the detective is truly a good person.”

“If you have delusion in your heart, unfortunately the detective’s injuries will go to someone of your acquaintances. If such a tragedy happened – please come back to me.”

A dog that says he will definitely help.

I laughed out loud at that statement. Delusion is a horn. While surely having the fucking ability to convey misfortune to others.

I knew it from the time I was cosplaying as Jesus on the outside. Again, this baby is right in the novel that I remember, and he is a genius who is unpleasant to make people unpleasant.

Afterwards, Park Jeong-hoon released me without any tailing, just as he had said.

It was as if I wasn’t going to report anything that had happened here to the police, and that I was certain that I would come back.

Since my acquaintance took this injury, does it mean that I will have no choice but to come back once I know it?

Watching the son of a bitch waving his hand as if to see me off, I rubbed my arms and legs.

But unfortunately, I’m not a nice guy enough to turn a blind eye to these guys who can’t stand it just because my injury has passed on to someone I know. Rather, he is an extremely selfish person.

But why doesn’t this ominousness go away? I walked along the unknown street, feeling an unknown discomfort from the pain I hadn’t felt in a long time.

*****

After getting out of the building used by the chosen ones, the first place I went to was a mobile phone store.

A situation where I don’t know who my injury went to. First of all, I bought the cheapest cell phone to call everyone I know and called them.

The class president, colleagues, and other acquaintances all replied that they were fine, but did someone say that? Misfortune always goes in the direction you least want it to go.

A beeping sound resounds. I looked at the operating room with the door open in front of me while the sounds of hurried footsteps, gasping, pain, and someone’s shouting echoed in the distance.

I was used to the scene of the emergency room because I had seen it many times. A fellow policeman who went to the scene with him brought him to the emergency room after being struck by a knife, but there were several times when he died in vain.

On the contrary, there were several times when I was seriously injured and lay down on the operating table in a state of unconsciousness. So I got used to it.

But now, it was different.

The person lying there now was not a fellow cop or me, but a child. mina. The protagonist of this world is lying there.

On the operating table, with her long hair hanging down, Mina’s face is distorted as if she can’t stand the pain. His usual bright face was one that looked so distressed that he couldn’t recall it.

The white color, which is unique to hospitals, feels ominous and disgusting. The shaman’s words that white is dangerous linger in my ears. Now that I’ve come this far, I’m trying to simply hate the color white.

I can’t tell if this is a dream or reality. As I was staring blankly at the operating room, a person who appeared to be a nurse approached and said,

“Are you a guardian? thank god. I just got in touch. How is your relationship going?”

“… … He is not a relative, but a person he knows well. just often. uh… .”

“ah… … okay. Then, does anyone know of this student’s legal guardian?”

“No, no. Alone, child.”

“… … okay. Then, you are the temporary guardian, right? I need to hear about student Mina’s hospitalization procedures and the progress of her treatment… … .”

“I do. Tell me please.”

The nurse began to explain how Mina was lying in a place like that.

Mina said that she saved a child who was almost hit by a car on the way home from school this afternoon.

Did you say that a child who almost had an accident was looking at his cell phone, so he didn’t see a nerd who drank alcohol in broad daylight and didn’t obey the signal?

However, Mina, who was watching the whole situation from the side, ran quickly and pushed the child away to save her. Unfortunately, Mina herself could not be saved.

But it didn’t make sense. It doesn’t make sense that Mina was hit by a car while driving drunk and went into the operating room, and it doesn’t make sense that she saved a child and then got hit by a car herself.

What happened? I asked the nurse how he got hurt. the nurse replied.

“Fortunately, student Mina has psychic powers and was not hit head-on by a car, so her life is not in danger. Unfortunately, the car overturned and got caught up in it… … I have severe injuries to my right arm and leg.”

“The right arm is in such a bad condition that it later became disabled, and the cargo that the vehicle was carrying poured out on the thigh and stopped… … .”

A nurse who wrinkles her face as if the tip of her tongue was bitter. I listened to that, signed the required documents, replied that I would pay for money or whatever, and sat down on a nearby chair.

Did I think of Mina for a moment at that timing? good night. My injuries passed to Mina. understood. I understood, but it sucks.

I try to force my thoughts. What will happen to the future if Mina or New Hope is left out? My injury was passed on to New Hope, is this what Park Jung-hoon was aiming for? or not… … .

“Fuck.”

thoughts do not follow It’s because my head was already full of other thoughts. The fact that an acquaintance was hurt instead of me made me feel worse than I could have imagined.

To the point where I feel like an idiot for thinking I can be ignored because I’m selfish.

“City, arm.”

Grinding teeth, trembling body, sensation of burning brain. A feeling called anger surrounds me.

It’s not anyone else, but it’s this guy. He’s a kid who foolishly goes out to save people just because he has power. He is the kind of child who is lonely and doesn’t show off because he has no family or anything.

I’m a selfish motherfucker As an adult, I did not stop such a child from fighting. i want to survive I ignored it because I was dangerous.

But damn, isn’t this? Aren’t you too embarrassed to pretend you didn’t know this?

I thought as I remembered Park Jung-hoon’s hateful face.

The fact that I liked the fact that my injury was healed is shameful and embarrassing, but now is not the time to think about that.

We have to catch him. And to have Mina’s current injury transferred to me. It would be possible because it was my injury in the first place.

If my injury went to Mina, Mina’s injury could come to me on the contrary. It won’t be easy, but you must do it. As an adult, as a police officer in uniform, you have to do it.

“Guardian? The student is waking up now, looking for a guardian. Would you like to come in?”

how much time has passed It’s already dark outside the window. Suddenly, I heard from the nurse that Mina had been moved to the recovery room.

I replied to the nurse’s words of course that I would go, and headed to the recovery room.

When I first entered the recovery room, my gaze naturally turned to the little boy’s right hand, which, like I did last time, looked like a piece of meat crushed with a hammer.

There is also a stitch mark on the thigh, indicating that there was a hole, and the mark on the left hand, as if a knife had been pierced, is clearly visible.

I couldn’t think of anything to say at that miserable sight. I couldn’t get anything out.

I could feel Mina’s gaze as I stood there stunned. The child’s red eyes lost their power and were looking at me.

As I was biting my lips in agony as if my conscience was being ripped apart mercilessly by that gaze, Mina smiled weakly and said,

“Detective… … sorry. I, find the guy who hurt the detective. Sorry I’m late… … I did, I wanted to… … I missed… … I’m sorry, I couldn’t see you, uh… … so. I… … .”

Mina seemed to be talking about the minus guy. I don’t know if it was the anesthetic or the pain, but her consciousness seemed hazy.

what good You just have to listen to what I have to say in that state.

It’s okay to go into the lab and ask why you got hurt. You can ask if it’s true that he didn’t remember anything he said about his identity.

No matter what Mina says, I have to listen in silence. I thought so and waited in silence for what Mina would say.

Mina struggled to stretch out her right hand, which was distorted because of me, and muttered with a face that she was so happy to see me.

“I really, really wanted to see… … .”

… … be sick I wish I would have cursed at you.

I wiped my face with both hands.