Chapter 101 - Eighty-Nine: Breakthrough (Part One)
Mr. Mischael sat up from the hospital bed—it was now fifty-five minutes past four in the afternoon. The hospital, founded by the Goddess of Mercy, was currently going through a shift change, and the nurses would not come to the private rooms at this time.
He donned his coat, moving as if devoid of any wounds. He opened the door and walked out into the empty corridor. Across from his room, the door was wide open, with an old man on the bed laughing at a newspaper every now and again.
He seemed like a senile old man, sent here by his children who had confirmed he was insane, saying they would transfer him to a suburban rehabilitation hospital tomorrow.
To put it bluntly, it was merely finding a quiet place for the old man to await death.
But at least the children had paid money, which made them countless times better than those who were even stingy with that.
Walking on the carpet, soundlessly, Mr. Mischael pushed open the door to the security passage. He descended to the first floor via the external stairs of the security passage. The alley was quiet. Mr. Mischael turned the corner, took off his coat, and handed it to himself.
"Hard at work, I see," said the Mr. Mischael receiving the coat, nodding.
The one who handed over the coat also nodded. He walked to the end of the alley, stood in front of the river, and then, placing his hands on both sides of his head, twisted forcefully.
The body, now devoid of control, plunged into the river.
The Mr. Mischael who had taken the coat put it on and hobbled back up the emergency stairway, arrived at his own floor, opened and locked the security door, and came to his own room.