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Chapter 50 - 42 Come, call me Grandpa

Chapter 50: Chapter 42 Come, call me Grandpa

Nightfall.

A bar.

A brown-haired beauty, whose face exuded purity and whose figure was svelte, swept her gaze around before uncertainly greeting the man sitting in the booth, "Hey, Brian, long time no see."

Brian stood to meet her, gave her a close greeting, then invited her to sit down with a gesture, "Jenny, it’s been a while, how have you been?"

Jenny gently stroked her hair, her face showing gratitude, "Not bad, thanks to the A-grade evaluation you provided for me earlier. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to pay off the gambling debt my family owed so quickly. I would probably have ended up on the streets by now. I really appreciate the help you gave me before."

Brian shook his head, "No need for that, I received my due compensation."

Jenny was an early client of his.

She was a young nurse at a hospital, pretty, and had a good chance of marrying an official doctor, living a middle-class lifestyle.

But Jenny’s father was a gambler.

In the midst of this, some unpleasant things happened.

Desperate Jenny, under the threat of the gang, turned to Brian and became a part-time used car.

What happened after that...

Brian didn’t know.

He had started part-time jobs in college.

The vehicles he evaluated numbered not less than three thousand, at least two thousand.

It wasn’t possible to keep track of every one.

If not for the fact that he kept detailed records of every high-quality client as his unique network of contacts,

he might not even remember Jenny.

Today, Brian needed her help.

He didn’t beat around the bush and went straight to the point, "Jenny, I’m looking for you today because I need your help with something."

Jenny looked puzzled, "Sorry, I have my own family now, I don’t do that work anymore."

"No, no, no."

Brian quickly shook his head,

"I don’t do car evaluations anymore.

In fact, I’ve just joined a new department that specializes in post-mortem examination work.

But you know,

I was always busy making money before, and my professional level isn’t that great.

So, I was hoping you could help me out.

I want to visit the morgue at the hospital to gain more insight."

Hearing that it wasn’t that kind of trouble, Jenny breathed a sigh of relief.

So long as it wasn’t that kind of matter, all was well!

Her current husband was a department head at the hospital, with a high income and not insignificant power, which made her hospital life quite comfortable.

If she weren’t worried about Brian using this to blackmail her,

she wouldn’t even have wanted to come today.

Jenny tentatively asked, "Are you sure you just want to visit the morgue?"

"Yes," Brian confirmed with a nod, "I have a good reputation in the industry, so you don’t need to worry about anything else. In return, you can ask for my help with anything in the future."

As he said this,

Brian opened his suit jacket to reveal the gun holster and police badge inside.

If Jenny still didn’t agree,

he’d have to say that phrase: Jenny, you wouldn’t want...

Seeing the police badge on Brian’s chest,

Jenny agreed right away.

Given her husband’s influence in the hospital,

this was not difficult.

...

Two hours later.

Brian handed a stack of twenty-dollar bills to the elderly guard and, dressed in a white coat, entered the cold morgue.

"What a serene place for the heart."

Back in the familiar environment,

Brian breathed in the cold air contentedly, holding the hospital’s death register and started ’blind-boxing.’

Hospitals, Brian believed, were places with a higher chance of encountering ’obsession.’

The reason was simple.

When do people experience the most emotional turmoil?

One was the resentment after being terrified and tormented.

The other was knowing death was near, tallying the days awaiting the Grim Reaper, accumulating fear, unwillingness, regret, day after day...

The ICU was the perfect breeding ’nest.’

The bodies of those terminal patients were Brian’s targets.

This hospital, where Jenny worked, was not small.

According to the death register,

there were five or six terminal patients dying here every day.

These people were Brian’s main targets.

To ’blind-box,’ naturally one starts with the freshest ’boxes.’

One body, two bodies...

After inspecting several bodies,

just when Brian thought he would come up empty-handed today, the body of the last child gave him renewed hope.

It was an orphan with congenital heart disease.

He died two hours ago.

The body was still very fresh.

The moment the fridge was opened,

a wisp of red light immediately caught Brian’s eye.

He quickly drew his hand over the body’s surface, crushing the small red ball that represented the ’obsession.’

A message flooded into his mind: I really want to go to the amusement park one more time.

Brian stood silently for a moment, then pushed the fridge back and left the morgue.

...

The next day.

After returning from the amusement park, Brian took out a hammer and, without the slightest hesitation, fiercely smashed it onto his left pinky finger!

Thud—a muffled sound.

Brian sharply inhaled, his face contorting with pain.

The fingers are connected to the heart.

One strike down, and damn—it hurt!

He gasped heavily for several seconds.

Brian then recovered.

He looked at his purple and numb pinky finger, a thought struck him.

The next moment.

A warm current began to flow under the skin of the pinky finger.

After about a breath’s time.

The pinky finger still looked purple and bruised.

But in reality, the flesh and bone damage underneath had been fully repaired.

Brian tried moving again, his gruesomely injured pinky finger twitched.

It was numb.

But it no longer affected his movement!

This Enhancement repair.

Had probably used up about a quarter of the little boy’s Gift Energy.

Very good!

A ferocious smile crossed Brian’s face.

That investigator with the small glasses!

Threatening me, huh!

Want to startle the snake in the grass, eh!

Well, let him see what kind of snake I am!

...

Evening.

Brian went to the morgue again.

The little boy’s obsession was simple, and the feedback was small.

Brian wasn’t sure he could fully repair himself after fracturing his leg.

If his leg broke.

And if the repair wasn’t complete.

That would be laughable.

To be on the safe side.

And also to store up some more Gift Energy.

Brian planned to fulfill another obsession, then send that A-team investigator named Karen to meet his colleagues!

...

Not sure if it was luck.

Or that the bodies of critically ill hospital patients had indeed a high drop rate.

Brian this time, actually succeeded in collecting an obsession from an old man’s corpse: What a pity, that I won’t be able to hear my granddaughter call me Grandpa...

Another very genuine obsession.

Brian rubbed his head.

He felt like he was in the wrong line of work.

The obsession of a murder victim, although high in occurrence, was either about killing this one or taking revenge on that one.

Now look at this.

One wants to go to the amusement park.

The other is to hear a granddaughter call Grandpa.

Both safe and simple.

Maybe I should consider changing my profession to a Night Watcher in the morgue?

...

With the thought of changing careers.

Brian used the hospital’s registered address.

And silently made his way to the old man’s house at night.

He skillfully avoided the surveillance of the house, entered through a window, Silent, and drugged the men and women of the house into unconsciousness, and then wickedly reached for the infant blissfully asleep in the cradle.

Not making an effort to learn crawling or babbling!

At your age!

How can you sleep?

Sleep, my ass!

Get up and party!

Looking at the bewildered infant waking up and staring at him.

Brian whispered softly, "Come on, call Grandpa..."

The infant: ... Waa waa waa

...

After one night.

Not knowing how many times he had to coax the infant to call him Grandpa before fulfilling the old man’s obsession, Brian licked his dry lips. Leaving the tired infant snoring away in deep sleep, he contentedly returned to his apartment.

Next.

He had to take the opportunity while he still had time.

To send Karen to meet his colleague who had become one with nature!

To be honest.

Brian was also curious.

Why a good person like him, who had been kind to others, had attracted the attention of Karen and that previous white police detective!

What exactly were their goals?