Twisted Dreams-Chapter 60 - 32: Kong Qianqiu

Suzu, while scrolling through her tablet, asked:

"Why did you tell him to kill the new bureau chief?"

Li Yang lit a cigarette:

"The underground factions have been battling for so long, with so many deaths, someone has to take the fall.

When he fails to attack the new chief, he will take the blame for all the murders that have happened recently."

Li Yang had a characteristic that might not be considered an advantage.

Some might say he’s brave; he’ll think about anything, dare to do anything.

Others might say he’s cowardly; he’ll avoid trouble as much as he can.

Due to Kuroki Mitsusawa and Li Yang, South Sea has been unsettled recently, causing many deaths.

Someone unlucky has to emerge for the authorities to account for.

Chen Wei fits quite well, quite reasonably.

To kill a chicken, you must use a butcher’s knife, not letting a single chicken feather touch yourself.

Suzu tilted her little head:

"What if he really kills the new bureau chief?"

Li Yang sneered:

"When a person reaches the peak of their life, they should first lay low.

If he invests rashly, he’ll lose all the money he made from good fortune relying on his skills.

Chen Wei’s luck has already run out.

Kill the new bureau chief?

Why not just fly to the sky?"

Chen Wei had suddenly achieved great success and had started to float.

Suzu nodded as if she somewhat understood, completely immersed in her tablet.

When seeing exciting parts, she would excitedly shake her head.

Li Yang curiously leaned over:

"What are you looking at?"

Suzu showed the tablet’s content.

The tablet’s content was about Professor Kong Qianqiu.

[Shocking! A renowned professor’s chaotic private life, ambiguous with an intern nurse during hospitalization. Can you truly deserve the title of professor?]

Below attached was an intimate photo of the nurse and Kong Qianqiu.

Netizens were indignant, attacking the unchecked behavior of the famous professor Kong Qianqiu, and angrily criticizing the intern nurse for not knowing respect and love for herself.

Suzu blinked her big eyes and asked:

"What’s going on?

So interesting, so much negative emotion!"

Li Yang said expressionlessly:

"This is called internet violence.

Come on, let’s go home."

...

The following evening, at the inpatient department of South Sea Medical University Affiliated First Hospital.

Eight-five-year-old Kong Qianqiu lay on the hospital bed, with a small table propped on his legs.

The table was cluttered with scratch papers.

Kong Qianqiu wearing a respirator, frowned looking at the materials.

A middle-aged woman brought the medicine:

"Dad, stop looking, take the medicine and rest."

The middle-aged woman’s eyes were red and swollen from crying.

She was Kong Qianqiu’s daughter, Kong Ruyun, her father had level three heart failure, and time was running out.

The frail Kong Qianqiu forced a smile:

"Daughter, I feel this flu in South Sea isn’t normal.

I must do something for the people of South Sea before I go."

Kong Ruyun was anxious:

"No, you must rest!"

She bent over to tidy up the scratch papers on the bed.

At this point, a young nurse approached.

The young nurse was tearful:

"I’m sorry, Professor Kong, Aunt Kong.

I graduated from South Sea Medical University, always hearing about the legends of Professor Kong.

Professor Kong is my idol, I never thought asking for an autograph would bring such trouble to Professor Kong.

What were those netizens thinking, how could Professor Kong, of high moral standing, be involved with me that way!?"

Kong Qianqiu smiled kindly, wiping the young nurse’s tears:

"Child, it’s okay, Grandpa doesn’t blame you.

It’s just that too many bad people are targeting Grandpa, causing you grievances."

The young nurse shook her head repeatedly.

Kong Ruyun helped Kong Qianqiu lie down, pulling the young nurse’s hand with a forced smile:

"Don’t think too much, girl, let Grandpa rest.

Let’s step out for a moment, I’m going to pay my dad’s hospital bill."

The young nurse, unwilling to disturb, nodded repeatedly.

Kong Qianqiu suddenly said:

"Yunyun, bring me my phone."

Kong Ruyun hesitated for a while, but ultimately had nothing to say.

Lately, she didn’t know what happened to her father, who inexplicably enjoyed watching livestreams, sometimes only able to sleep listening to them.

She disapproved of her father watching the phone in this state.

But, her father’s time was limited.

If watching livestreams can let him rest well, then so be it. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

As long as he’s not straining himself with work, let it be.

Kong Ruyun set up the lazy bed stand by the bed, placed the phone on it, then left with the young nurse.

...

Kong Qianqiu stared blankly at the ceiling, a tear rolled down.

He was not saddened by the cyberbullying nor his tarnished final days.

He was simply sorrowful for the people of South Sea.

This flu is unusual; it’s serious, perhaps leading to streams of blood and piles of corpses.

This is a massacre of the Death God.

Kong Qianqiu slowly sighed, laboriously extending his hand to tap his phone, opening the scythe icon of the live-streaming app.

This app was filled with subculture elements, Gothic elements, cyberpunk elements.

And, a religious hue.

The hosts in this app were all believers of a religion named Seven Commandments Association.

They worshiped the Death God.

Opening his followings, he clicked into a stream.

In the stream was a masked woman dressed in black.

Kong Qianqiu hadn’t any inappropriate thoughts about the woman, being of such age, he long lost interest in such matters.

The woman in black claimed to be a Fallen Angel of the Seven Commandments Association.

Her voice carried a certain magic power, soothing one’s soul like a real angel.

"If the Death God truly exists, could you give me more time to live, so that I may do more for the people?"

Listening to her voice, Kong Qianqiu forgot the pain, slowly clearing his mind.

As if being held in his mother’s arms.

Inside the stream, enthusiastic fans were shouting "Fallen Angel" in the barrage, while Kong Qianqiu relaxed to the soft, gentle voice of the woman in black and fell asleep.

...

When Kong Qianqiu awoke again, it was already dark.

The Fallen Angel’s stream had ended, with the stream room showing two words on the black screen.

[Equality.]

Whether prince or beauty, or he, a great medical master who saved countless lives, all are equal before the Death God.

He looked to his side, his daughter Kong Ruyun was asleep at the bed’s edge, two tear streaks marked her face.

Kong Qianqiu raised his head, gently stroking his daughter’s head with affection.

If he didn’t have to die, his daughter wouldn’t have to be so sorrowful.

It’s all predestined.

Suddenly, he saw the cleaner who was tidying his room standing in the center of the ward with her head lowered, astonishingly asleep while standing!

Kong Qianqiu sensed something unusual, moved his heavy head, and scanned the room.

His aged, cloudy eyes suddenly froze.

On the window sill, a girl was swaying her head to the music, her legs dangling nonchalantly.

Where did this girl come from?

Kong Qianqiu tapped his daughter’s head, trying to wake her.

Oddly enough, his daughter, who usually slept lightly, would not wake this time.

A strange atmosphere enveloped the room.

Kong Qianqiu opened his mouth wide, fantasizing wildly.

Am I dreaming, or... is it time to die, so I’m seeing all these bizarre things?

The ward’s lights flickered as if broken, then quickly stabilized, only to turn dim...

In a trance, a black figure appeared in the ward.

He just appeared so abruptly.

Dressed in a black trench coat, with a round hat pulled low, concealing most of his face.

Kong Qianqiu noticed that most of the light in the room deliberately avoided that person, as if he were perpetually enveloped in a shadow.

He weakly asked:

"You, who are you?"