Comfortably Trippy 

John, who had been framed and wrongly imprisoned, was finally released. His five-year jail time had fostered his hatred toward the son of the Waters Conglomerate, Niel. However, John, who had no connections, could not do anything about it. When he had almost lost all hope while accompanying his girlfriend who was in a vegetative state thanks to Niel, he suddenly realized that there was a search bar right before his eyes! This search bar was just like the search bar in Google Chrome! 

After a long silence, John tried to type a line into the search bar. "How to accomplish a perfect crime without leaving any mishaps that will cause the death of Neil Waters?" Immediately after that, a line of words appeared on the search bar:

"On March 19, 2021, at 3:29:19 PM, on the trash can at the intersection of Louis Street, place a Lincoln brand pencil that is 3.5 cm in length, with a 1 cm³ base area, and weighs 2.8 g. There will be a series of accidents that will result in Neil's death in a car accident!"

Atlas Studios

I Can Create Perfect Accidents.

AtlasStudios

In front of the Night God statue, the soles of Reinhart's leather shoes turned red.

Rayast, wearing a Chinese suit, walked out from the inner room with his walking stick.

His cloudy eyes scanned the chaotic hall.

His gaze then shifted to the foot of Reinhart.

At this moment, outside the house.

Muffled sounds rang out one after another.

"What's happening outside?" Rayast asked in a deep voice.

"The people outside must have alarmed the birds."

Reinhart's expression returned to its reserved state.

He bowed slightly and replied respectfully.

At this moment, another gray crane-like bird crashed into the house.

"Master Rayast, please return to your room," Reinhart said with concern.

He clenched his walking stick tightly under his palm.

He turned and went back into the house.

Reinhart stood with his hands folded.

Fire!