I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison

Chapter 4: The Merciful Me is Dead!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Copy these videos to me and you can get back to other things.”

Agent James let the others rest.

After all, it had been more than ten hours since the incident and they needed to rest.

James walked out of the studio.

Brian still did not move.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

Was it really a coincidence?

That a single pencil had done this to the heir to the biggest corporation in Chicago?

He felt that something was wrong.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt strange about the entire incident.

It was like a mirror, reflecting not the person, but another.

Brian waited until the captain and the others had all left.

He turned on the playback machine again.

He felt that the answer was here.

After watching it over and over again, Brian’s eyes stopped on a young man in a black coat.

The young man looked like any average person.

However, when the image was enlarged, it was drawn to Brian.

Brian gasped.

That familiar face.

A tragic case from five years ago suddenly flashed through his mind.

All of a sudden, everything was connected.

Brian looked at the pencil and then at the man in the surveillance camera.

It could not be him, right?

Goosebumps appeared on Brian’s body.

“This must be a coincidence!”

Brian did not believe that anyone in this world could do such a thing.

If he really did it, was he still human?

He silently forgot about this matter.

Even if he said what he was thinking, no one would believe him.

A pencil, just placed on the garbage can at the right time could kill a person.

Who would believe this kind of ridiculous evidence?

This was a crime. Knowing that the other party was a criminal but it was impossible to convict him.

If there was such a crime, for the police department, it was impossible to find the truth in this lifetime.

Brian knew that this had gone beyond the normal human mind.

He decided not to participate in it.

There was nothing he could do in this matter.

…

On the other side.

After the killing, Lott first went to visit Yisha in the coma care centre.

He put down the flowers in his hand and gently stroked her cheek.

He had so many things to say to Yisha.

He sent Emma away.

Now, there was no other except Yisha in the ward.

Lott sat by the bed, holding her hand.

He said what he had just done, word by word.

From how it happened to Ian was paralyzed from head to toe with steel bars stuck all over his body.

Lott could not hold back his tears.

For nearly ten minutes, it was like a prayer.

An account he had made to himself for so many years.

He had fulfilled the oath he had sworn.

He held her hand, tears streaming down his face.

An hour later.

He put the flowers in the vase.

Lott took a last look at Yisha and left.

Ian was just the beginning.

The pain he had experienced was not just physical pain.

…

In the cheap rental house.

Lott faced a writing board.

It was filled with information he had gathered.

It contained everything that had been exposed about Ian over the years.

[In 2015, at the age of 15, Ian raped a cheerleader in high school… In the end, he was suppressed by Old Ian and compensated the victim with money.]

[In 2016, 16-year-old Ian and his partner hit a couple with a car. The woman fell into a coma…]

[In 2017…]

Looking at the shocking tragedies, Lott decided to meet the real person now – Ian, who was rescued in the “car accident”.

What was he like now.

What would his reaction be when he saw Lott again.

Lott entered the text in the search box.

“How to enter the hospital unimpeded and see Ian who was rescued?”

After confirmation, countless search results came rushing to his face.

These results were quickly displayed in front of Lott.

…

In the early morning.

Lott was wearing a black coat.

He came out of the alley.

Across from him was the hospital which Ian was in.

Since he had the system, Lott’s mentality had changed tremendously.

He could get what he wanted.

His behavior had become very direct, without the complicated judgment of ordinary people.

For example, he had just taken care of a few punks here.

It was only because he could observe the best hospital in Chicago from here.

Everything was so natural and instinctive.

He walked forward.

He had arrived at the Chicago Hospital.

He walked into the hospital elevator with a relaxed expression.

He greeted the crowd with a gentle expression and pressed the button for the ICU floor.

Then, he put his hands in his pockets as if he was casually coming to his own home.

The others were also secretly sizing him up.

However, his gold-rimmed glasses and black coat still managed to scare a lot of people.

From the first step out of the alley, he had strictly followed the system’s instructions to make adjustments on himself.

“One second later, the elevator door will open. Take out your hands, look at your watch, and slowly leave.”

The system’s notification sounded in Lott’s mind.

“Ding!”

The elevator bell rang.

Lott immediately raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

He felt the gazes around him.

He walked out of the elevator.

At this moment, he looked like an intensive care doctor who was called to work overtime in the middle of the night.

Lott walked to the corridor of the intensive care unit.

According to the system notification, Lott immediately followed a doctor who looked like he was limping.

Lott’s eyes stopped looking around and looked straight ahead.

He followed the doctor to his office.

According to the system prompt that Lott saw, the doctor’s name was Alan.

He was 40 years old and he was in charge of the intensive care unit.

Tonight, he had eaten something bad and went to the toilet several times.

Ten seconds ago, his stomach suddenly growled.

“Twenty seconds later, he would open the office door and enter the toilet.”

“You need to enter the office within five seconds.”

“Otherwise, the electronic door would close.”

Lott followed Dr. Alan at a leisurely pace.

Seeing him rushing into the office, he took out his employee card and swiped it open.

Alan did not realize that there was someone following him.

Just as the electronic door was about to close, a hand reached out to block it.

Lott’s eyes were calm as he walked into the office.

His eyes quickly swept across the office.

There was no one else there.

It was as if he had been there countless times.

He took a white coat from the hanger and put it on.

He took a spare card from under a pile of documents.

He turned around and walked away.

Then, Lott locked the toilet door from the outside.