Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1418: Endgame

Ten minutes ago, when Elizabeth and Ms. Chen lifted the plant at the entrance of apartment No. 1 and walked slowly behind, Mr. Grant was preparing to head home with Jessica.

"Did she really mean that about ghosts?" Leah said while opening the door. "It's impossible to confirm things you can't see."

When the door swung open, Leah looked back and saw Mr. Grant quietly standing behind Jessica. She frowned. "Huh?"

Jessica smiled, saying, "I invited him over."

Leah wasn't too pleased but didn't argue, turning to enter the apartment. Mr. Grant and Jessica exchanged a glance, smirking.

"Is everything set?" he whispered to Jessica as they entered.

Jessica nodded. "Just needs your hands."

Being needed by someone he cared for brought Mr. Grant profound satisfaction; he closed the door. Following their plan, Jessica swiftly caught up with her friend, urging her toward the living room couch to eat cookies, ensuring Leah always had her back to Mr. Grant, not giving her a chance to look back.

Mr. Grant followed behind them, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms. Who would have thought that teaching in a high school, a seemingly dull profession, would lead to a moment like this? He had taught biology for years and was well-versed in the anatomy of major arteries. If pressure is applied to the carotid artery, one would fall unconscious within 15 to 20 seconds.

Jessica, a young girl lacking strength and knowledge, naturally needed his assistance for this act. He was pleased to help; as much as one might appreciate flowers, it's best to let them be in their natural habitat, alive in their own way, without plucking them—that's how he expressed his love.

Unaware, Leah sat on the couch, failing to notice Mr. Grant stealthily approaching from behind.

Just as he was about to make his move, the door echoed with knocking.

Startled, Leah quickly turned around, saying to Mr. Grant, "See who it is."

Such a perfect opportunity gone to waste. Frustrated, Mr. Grant exchanged a glance with Jessica before reluctantly opening the door.

To his surprise, it was Pink's grandma.

"What is it?" he inquired curtly, glancing outside where Pink sat idly on the lawn, picking grass. The child seemed indifferent to where his grandma wandered off to, occasionally glancing upwards at the apartment. The old woman, usually so protective of her grandson, chose today of all days to wander off, leaving Pink behind. What an inconvenience.

"Oh, Pink, you're here," Pink's grandma mumbled, about to step inside. "Is there tea at home?"

Mr. Grant hurriedly stopped her. "I'm not Pink. Pink is outside."

"What are you saying? You are my grandson." Pink's grandma wasn't one for social graces. She tried to force her way in, remarking, "Oh, you have guests?"

The two girls approached, trying to placate Pink's grandma, but the confused old woman remained, staring into the living room, repeating, "Tea... tea..."

"Forget it, she might be thirsty," Jessica said, waving her hand. "Give her a glass of water and then send her away."

Given the identical layouts of the apartments upstairs and downstairs, Pink's grandma might have believed she was in her own home. She quickly fetched a kettle and cup from the kitchen. After drinking, she smacked her lips, saying, "The tea is a bit bland."

"Your grandson is still outside," Mr. Grant said, trying to persuade her. "Such a young child shouldn't be left alone."

"No, no, you are my grandson. You are not outside." Pink's grandma set down the cup and grabbed his hand, rubbing it affectionately. "You've grown so much, but don't forget your grandma."