Magical Criminal Technique

"Phew!"

Lott took a deep breath.

The tense muscles in his arms were trembling uncontrollably.

He shook his head and suppressed the many distracting thoughts in his mind.

It had been five years.

He was constantly worried about Yisha's condition.

He had to first confirm the situation of the most important person in his life!

Lott glanced forward.

He quickly walked over.

He got on a bus and left the place that had transformed him over the past five years.

...

Chicago Coma Care Center.

Leaning against the window, Lott finally saw the person he missed day and night.

When Lott saw Yisha, the loneliness and anger that once conquered his heart had all disappeared.

Yisha, with her eyes closed, seemed like a sleeping beauty.

"She's so beautiful..."

When Lott walked to her bedside, his fingers were trembling. He wanted to touch his girlfriend's pale face.

In the past five years, he was tormented and surrounded by guilt and loneliness every day.

Tears welled in Lott's eyes.

"It's okay, I'm back.

"I'll kill those enemies one by one with my own hands."

Lott rested his hand on Yisha's cheek as he spoke.

He looked at her as if he was making a solemn vow.

After a long while, he stood up.

He thanked Emma, the nurse who had been taking care of Yisha for the past five years.

He gave her a large sum of money.

These were gifts from the people in the prison.

He only took a small portion of it.

After all, he had sold all his valuables.

If he wanted revenge, he would need money.

Reluctantly, Lott picked up his bag and left the nursing ward.

The moment he stepped out of the nursing center, his expression gradually turned cold.

These five years had not been in vain.

Ever since he was sent to prison, in his field of vision, a search box similar to "Google" would appear out of thin air.

As he was bored, he tried to experiment with the search box.

He typed a line of words in the search box.

"How to kill a gang leader without leaving any evidence."

He clicked on the confirmation button.

The steps of different methods appeared in front of Lott.

The steps of each method were varied, but the results were the same!

All the results pointed to the death of the "gang leader of the Chicago prison"!

From then on, Lott used this method to kill his enemies in prison.

He became the grim reaper that everyone feared in Chicago prison.

What Lott was searching for now was: "How to complete a perfect crime and kill the heir of the Chicago Corporation, Ian, without leaving any evidence?"

As he had thought, dense streams of information appeared before his eyes.

Lott looked at the first result of his search.

This method was usually the most effective and simplest.

It stated the following:

"On 1 May 2021 at 3:28:19, place a 3.5-centimeter-long, 1-square-centimeter-wide, 2.8-gram pencil in the trash can at the Chicago government intersection."

"Tomorrow?

"Can I kill Ian with a pencil?"

Lott looked at the method.

Although he was already familiar with it, he was still a little doubtful.

When he faced the prison guard who had provoked him, the system had prompted him.

As long as Lott turned on the tap in the toilet at a fixed time, he did not have to worry about anything else and the prison guard would be killed.

In theory, all he had to do was obediently follow the steps given in the method.

Then, he would reach his final goal.

Lott was very much looking forward to how would the system use a cheap pencil to take the life of the heir to the Chicago Corporation.

...

In a rented cheap room.

The light in the room was dim and the space was narrow.

Lott was very focused as he carefully sharpened a wooden pencil in his hand.

Wood chips kept falling between his fingers.

The process was very slow because the system was very strict.

If Lott did not meet the specific requirements, the system would notify him that it had failed.

Previously, it had taken Lott ten minutes to turn on the tap in the toilet at the prison.

At this moment, he was placing a pencil on a scale with a precision of milligrams.

His eyes were focused on the changes in the data.

Beside him, there were dozens of failed products that the system had marked as "mistakes".

This was not his first time doing this. He had accumulated enough experiences from past incidents.

He was confident that he could reach the set requirements.

He saw that the scale was gradually becoming balanced.

Lott looked at the pencil in his hand that the system had approved. A smile appeared on his calm face.

At this moment, he stood up.

Walking by the curtain, a beam of light suddenly appeared in the dark space.

The light shone on the pencil, emitting a righteous glow of justice!

...

Lott put on his clothes.

On 1 May 2021 at 3:00pm sharp, Lott appeared from the subway exit.

Most of his body was covered by a black coat that he had carefully selected.

He walked on the street like a normal person.

Suddenly, Lott stopped.

This was the Chicago government intersection. Here, he saw a trash.

On the trash can, a message that only he could see, appeared before his eyes.

"This is where you put the pencil."

Lott pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the watch on his wrist.

It was almost time.

He looked at the ordinary black trash can at the end of the road.

It still had the water stains from the previous day's rain.

He started counting the time on his watch, waiting for the system to prompt him.

...

3:13:21.

3:20:48.

3:26:10.

Time did not change according to one's will.

Lott's eyes were cold and cruel. He was not only looking at his watch.

He was also observing his surroundings.

Beside him was an old man basking in the sun.

In the distance, a young man was leisurely riding a bicycle.

A fashionable woman was passing by on the road.

The red signal light started to turn green.

A bus appeared.

Under all these extremely normal circumstances, the familiar roar of a sports car engine suddenly exploded on the street!

"Looks like what should've come has come."

Lott muttered softly.

"Time's up."

He looked at the time on his watch.

At this moment, the signal light had turned green.

Lott wrapped the black coat around himself and stepped on the zebra crossing on the asphalt road.

Then, he took out a plastic bag with a pencil from his coat pocket.

The pencil was precise to the millisecond.

Lott stood in front of the black trash can.

Lott raised the pencil and began to adjust the position according to the method given by the system.

The pencil was a very complicated item.

He had put all his energy and effort into fine-tuning the pencil.

Finally, the pencil was perfect for the system.

After that, Lott pulled his coat, lowered his head, turned around, and walked away.

He knew it was best not to be there at the moment.

However, Lott could not control himself.

In the end, Lott did not go too far.

Instead, he stood by the traffic light not far away.

He could see everything at the intersection.

...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The roaring engine of a black Aston Martin was heard!