Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 173. Getting Grandma

Henry’s POV

I stepped into the car with that orange-haired woman.

"Do you have my phone, or some phone for me?"

"Yes, here." She took something out of her purse.

An unbelievably thin phone; we should take one of these with us and sell it so that Kenny and I would be set for life.

The interface was so similar to the phone from our world that I had no problems operating it. Leaning a bit away from that woman, I searched for information about the infamous corruption.

There were pictures and interviews of the three people who could be ’cured’; two of them even appeared on talk shows. There was enough to find out for the time I could finally be freed from that woman’s presence.

I typed Kenny’s name into the search engine.

’Serial Killer Kennith Howard Apprehended!’ I raised my eyebrows, not believing it, though I already assumed that it was something like this.

’Howard could be held accountable for the four women’s murders. The fifth body couldn’t be identified; therefore, the victim will not find justice through the court system. However, Howard will never leave prison again, which should soothe the hearts of the victims’ families’. There were pictures of him: his mugshot from when he was apprehended and of him being brought into the court in handcuffs. In each of these pictures, he was smirking.

But it wasn’t the bad boy smirk my Kenny had. Not the expression that could make girls swoon over him in an instant. Instead, it was a deranged look of someone who had given up on being human.

’KENNITH HOWARD BROKE OUT OF PRISON.’ The next article I clicked on was about a breakout from—I checked the calendar on my phone—a month ago.

The next article spoke of how Commander Devin had brought back the serial killer who had apparently flown into a dungeon, along with over four hundred survivors. There were pictures taken from the helicopters we saw after entering this world.

One showed me with my arm around Kenny’s neck.

They made Commander Hannibal a hero.

I feel sick. And I feel terribly homesick, not just for a place, but for a person. This desperation to finally see him again is strangling me.

"Honey? Are you alright?"

"Oh, yes." I didn’t look to my side, staring at the pictures of us.

Maybe we are lucky; if Kenny’s counterpart hadn’t fled the prison, Kenny would be inside Dr. Carell’s laboratory. Or would that be better than prison? I don’t know.

Would he eventually land there? Was this the laboratory Kenny saw his future self speaking of?

When can I see him? Ah, I have to find his grandma, or I can’t show myself in front of him.

"Do you know about the survivors I brought?"

The soldiers who came to visit me didn’t speak about them, and I didn’t want to risk them suspecting something by asking.

"Yes, the uninjured people were placed in the DA center."

"I need to find an old lady. She saved my life." I looked at her intensely, trying to convey my despair of not knowing how my savior was doing.

She put her hand on her heart.

"Oh God, she did? Then, can we stop by the center?"

"Thank you." I clenched my jaw and reached for her hand.

"Don’t worry; I have to thank her as well." She said before lowering the partition and asking the driver to take us to the center.

Now I had to hope that Kenny’s grandma was not among the ’doppelgängers.’ If she was in a laboratory being experimented on... well, then I had to free her immediately, or everything would be over when Kenny caught wind of it.

From the hills with the hospital to this unbelievably big and modern city, the lights shone brightly even during the day. The people looked normal, busy with their stuff as they were in every world.

That Dr. Carell didn’t even consider intelligent life existing in a world that was not his own only shows how conceited humans were. In my world, we also thought that we were the only intelligent beings in the whole universe, though there were trillions of planets, so it shouldn’t surprise me that much.

Still, what a sick coincidence it was that the four counterparts they had found surviving were the ones of four people who had disappeared in this world.

It only reinforced their belief. The strange memories the soldiers experienced after slaying monsters were naturally because of the link and then death of a counterpart. The craziness from when a link was established, but the counterpart was killed by someone else.

I searched the internet for Dr. Carell and found he was really something like a cult leader. Seen as the savior because he was one of the first scientists/doctors to enter a dungeon, he came up with the theory that dungeons had to be ’cleared,’ later also introducing the topic of corruption.

Well, it seemed to me that this doctor liked to read science fiction books. There are plenty of novels about dungeons, and in every one of them, they had to be cleared. He was just taking an idea that was in so many fantasy novels and then selling it as his own solution to save the world.

Yeah, sure. I knew that this motherfucker was no good the moment I saw him.

We soon left the city again and arrived in a much more rural area, but not as beautiful as the vicinity of the hospital, more in an undeveloped and abandoned sense.

Finally, we arrived in front of a big square building. It wasn’t high-end, but it also wasn’t a hellhole; it was okay. After stepping out of the car, I could see a child playing in front of the building. It was the little one who had been possessed.

When Kenny had taken too long to wake up, I had placed the child beside him so that he would immediately see how I had held my promise.

So that he would immediately forgive me, not wasting even one second after waking up in anger.

The child looked at me, and I felt he recognized me; maybe it was because of these new black camouflage-style clothes, but he didn’t approach me. Or perhaps it was due to that stylish woman beside me.

We entered and found someone at the front desk. That woman approached her and immediately explained why we were there.

"We are searching for an old lady. Her name is..."

I came closer to her. "Mrs. Howard." I have no idea what her first name is.

"Oh, yes. That old woman has caused a lot of problems, constantly demanding her grandson... She even injured a few people." The woman at the front desk looked at us with anger.

"Bring me to her." Luckily, she was here.

"Follow me." She answered grumpily.

We were led to a room, and when we opened the door, I found Kenny’s grandma, utterly disheveled and full of killing intent, sitting on a chair beside the worn-down bed, her walking stick in front of her, as she looked ready to go on a killing spree.

Good thing I came here before she got herself into prison as well.