When a Hitman Gets Haunted by a Ghost Chapter 22: Second Chance

"Congrats on the second chance at life." Hunter interrupted Kant’s thoughts with a rough pat on the back. "You just beca Lazarus Blessing’s first bloody resurrection miracle."

Gabriel waved his hand weakly, looking green at the edges. "No blood, please..."

"Prepare for your private eting with Hale. Lucky bastard." Hunter withdrew, masking his secretly-glad-Kant-didn’t-croak expression with the usual scowl. He returned to his bed, rolling into it with a creak.

As Kant’s gaze moved across the plain room for the second ti, the word tripped in his mind. Lucky? He had almost let his life slip away, barely caring at all.

Looking at the startled Gabriel, guilt twisted inside him. If Kant had really let go, the ghost would’ve been left to roam the rest of what was left of his thirteen days alone, without any hope of reclaiming his life. That thought felt heavier than death itself.

Yet, the irony of it all struck him like a slap—the ghost of the man he’d killed was the one who had saved his life. What kind of twisted fate was that?

Gabriel let out a long, exaggerated sigh, leaning his back against the bed. "I hate this place. I hate the way they do things here. I can’t wait to leave." He paused, eyes flicking to the ceiling as if searching for words.

"But I guess, right now..." he rested his head on the bed fra, glancing at Kant with a weary smile, "I’m glad you didn’t die."

Kant raised an eyebrow, a soft scoff escaping him. That wasn’t sothing he heard often. In fact, the last ti he had heard anything like it was ages ago.

. . .

Gabriel snooped around while the living people were sleeping. He trailed down the empty hallways mindlessly until he turned a corner to a room that still had its lights on.

"Well, well, well," he humd to himself jokingly. "Don’t you know you should turn off the lights before midnight, or the evil spirits will co to play?"

Hushed voices ca from behind the door, but one of them sounded unnerved, as if telling sothing to people who wouldn’t listen.

"...back to life!"

Intrigued, Gabriel decided to take a closer look. He peeked through the crack in the door and saw three people in the room. The trio was a sight to behold—Joshua, the nurse, and the barman from the Red Tail bar.

The ghost’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the man who had slipped sothing into Gabriel’s drink, making him an easy target for Kant. And now he had almost killed Kant himself. Wasn’t it ironic?

Yet, a bitter anger curled in Gabriel’s chest, and seeing the barman casually discussing drugs fueled that rage.

"I make sure every ti that the doses are equal," the barman remarked. "It shouldn’t cause anything more than a few hallucinations. Definitely not death."

"But it—I..." the nurse stamred.

Joshua waved, calming the woman. "Take a deep breath and explain your steps."

"I did everything according to the protocol," the nurse spoke, glancing at the door nervously, as if sensing an unusual presence. "To stabilize the patient after scopolamine poisoning, I used lorazepam."

Gabriel’s mouth opened in surprise, but his fury simred. So, Hunter’s guess was right. They used that scopo-sothing drug on the cult mbers.

Was it the sa thing the barman had slipped into Gabriel’s drink the day he died? The ghost clenched his fists, growing resentful at the thought of other innocent people experiencing the sa dizzying, disorientating feeling he had felt.

"But the two drugs reacted over ti, and the patient went into respiratory depression," the nurse continued. "When I got to the room, the patient was dead."

The barman wasn’t having it, his patience waning. "Then why is he alive?"

"I’m telling you, he actually ca back to life!" the nurse exclaid, exasperated.

Joshua hushed both of them, then led the nurse to sit down. He leaned over the armrest with an expression of understanding that seed forced.

"There are no miracles, Sarah. This is real life," he kindly reminded. "Think about it again—is there any chance you might’ve mistaken the patient for dead? Go through the details one more ti."

The nurse pondered for a while, then nodded, finding a possible explanation. "The scopolamine... it slows everything down, and then I added lorazepam... I thought it would help stabilize him, but together—they just... stopped his breathing. I couldn’t find a pulse. It was like he was dead."

"So it was your mistake," the barman concluded, crossing his arms. "You ’thought’ he was dead, then freaked out when he turned out to be alive."

"I..." the nurse couldn’t find the words.

Gabriel, on the other hand, had a lot to say. He pushed the door open, entering the room with a whoosh.

"Do you even know that you almost sabotaged not one life, but two! All because you want to control these people using drugs?" His eyes landed on the light switch, and without much thought, he went to flick it on and off to give these people a scare.

"How many people have to suffer before you get enough money from ’donations’ and bring this thing to an end?" Gabriel’s voice rose. "Huh? Is it fun? Preying on people’s grief?"

The shadows in the room ran around like the legs of an insect. The nurse, who was already on edge, let out a startled cry, retreating to a corner, away from any large objects that could potentially fall.

The barman and Joshua both retreated from the clicking switch, distraught.

"It must be so technical trouble," the barman tried to rationalize it.

Gabriel let out a scoff, ceasing his lamp abuse. "Really? Have you ever seen a light switch move on its own?"

The ghost sauntered over to the window, which had been open, letting in the cold night air. He chuckled, a an grin crossing his lips.

Although Gabriel didn’t consider himself to be a vengeful soul, neither in life nor in death, there was no harm in taking revenge for the scare this dical ergency had caused him.

After all, these people made others see things that weren’t there, so it was only fair they got to experience the sa.

"Let’s see how you’ll explain this!" He slamd the window shut with a bang.

The sound echoed through the room, causing everyone to flinch.

"We’re being watched! We’ve angered the heavens!" the nurse exclaid, pressing herself even further against the wall.

Joshua frowned, looking around the room as if he were trying to spot the spirit or guess what the next disturbance would be.

"It’s more like a poltergeist than anything else," the barman muttered, backing away from the window. "My aunt had this happen at her house. Evil pests."

"Pest? Pest?! How dare you call a pest?" Outraged, Gabriel looked around for his next move. "I’ll show you a pest, alright! You want to haunt you for real? I can do that too!"