166 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 4 (1/2)

The shorthands at the clock were pointed at the direction of number three. I barely opened my eyes when there were two men in a coat standing next to my bed. They were most likely to be the police, but I couldn't be sure until they asked me some questions.

”Lynn, I'm Detective Harse from the PD. I want to ask you some questions. Do you mind?” He said.

I nodded. That detective pulled out a note from his coat and a pen from his pocket. He started asking me some questions. The first question was...

”Do you remember the face of the suspects?” He asked.

”Earrings, on ears and nose,” Lynn said.

The second question was more about who had the motive for that. I hadn't thought about who could that be. That case was a random rape, that was all. I believed that no one would be evil enough to order such a hit at me.

”No idea, sir.”

”I see.” The detective put his note back to his coat. ”I have bad news. Your parents, they died in a car crash two weeks ago,” he said.

My heartbeat immediately went to the roof. The EKG machine beside me started to beep faster and louder. Cold sweat poured down my face like a waterfall. My vision began to blur. The nurse immediately came and injected something into my body.

My heart beat slower. Everything felt so high at that moment. That detective became blurry. I couldn't focus on anything anymore. The drug was a depressant.

”Yes, sorry if I have to tell you this, but it's better for you to know it now than later,” Harse said. He left the room with another police officer.

Everything seemed to be very empty. There wasn't anything I could think of. Everything was seemed to be very high. The wind breeze was coming out from the hospital window. I didn't remember that anyone had opened that window before. Besides, the room was air-conditioned, why would anyone open that window?

”You know, all of this wouldn't have happened if you had stopped messing around.” A black figure was sitting on the window in that hospital. He was wearing a tactical uniform and had a similar appearance to a SWAT team.

That figure was scary, but I couldn't move away. My body was drugged and I couldn't even move my muscle. That guy pulled out a pistol with a silencer and aimed it at me. I was scared shitless, if not for the drugs, I bet I would have a heart attack.

That guy lowered his pistol. ”It's not worth it to kill you.” He put his pistol back at his holster. ”I'll probably just reject this one.” He grabbed his phone and pressed something on his phone.

He put his phone back in his pocket and walked slowly to my bed. He was scary as hell. His skull balaclava was the most intimidating part of him besides his black uniform.

”You know, you can be a great asset.” He observed me. ”Forget about your normal life, it won't come back.”

”Let me answer the question in your head real quick. Your friend's parent was the one who ordered the hit on you,” he said.

My blood boiled. That statement alone made me want to report her to the authorities. It would surely ruin her reputation once and for all and it would return me back to my normal life once the police arrested that family.

”I know you will be angry, but at the same time, what can you do?” That man went to the window and jumped from the second floor. I didn't have any time to catch him since I couldn't move, not even by an inch.

Seven Days Later.

I returned back to school as usual. The complaint was never processed, even during those three weeks that I was in a coma. The rumor that I made love with the teacher who was making love with the girl who I caught became wilder. My reputation had begun to deteriorate quicker than I had expected before.