Chapter 102: The Dangerous Madman
A gust of wind swept through the Liuhua Port Comprehensive University campus. A woman in her late twenties ran out of the School of Economics and Management office with red eyes all the way to the school gate. Everyone was very puzzled—what kind of thing could make the school’s most enthusiastic and dutiful beauty counselor flee in such panic, even leaving Liuhua Port overnight without applying for a holiday with the school leader.
Li Nuowei leisurely walked out of the office, muttering, “Counselor’s mission check-in completed. Next, go complete the next mission.”
He walked to the back kitchen outer wall of the school’s second canteen with his hands in his pockets. As if he knew in advance that the second window from the left facing the wall could be freely opened, he directly opened the window and flipped into the canteen’s back kitchen. He silently walked past a cutting board, smoothly taking the kitchen knife placed on the cutting board, then stepped behind a sneaky chef. Before the other could react, he slashed the other’s neck with one knife. Instantly, blood gushed out, and blood light flashed.
His behavior flowed smoothly, as if he had rehearsed it countless times beforehand.
Casually tossing the knife beside the corpse, Li Nuowei, stained with blood, stepped over the corpse with a ferocious grin on its face. His heel mercilessly stomped on the other’s hand tightly gripping a bag of “mysterious” white powdery substance, knocking over all the fermented tofu meat filling the deceased had been mixing and stirring before death onto the ground.
After doing all this, Li Nuowei strolled leisurely through the back kitchen corridor, pushed open the door, and walked outdoors. Just then, a pair of flirtatious male and female students appeared. He deliberately brushed past the boy who had his back to him, elbowing him onto the girl. Immediately, two exclamations were heard as the male and female students tightly embraced each other.
Li Nuowei walked while taking off his bloodstained jacket, crumpled it into a ball, and casually threw it into a nearby trash can.
“Hmm, time should be about right. Go find him at Liuhua Port Second Central Hospital.” Li Nuowei mumbled as he walked out of the school gate. He heard several exclamations and screams from inside the school’s second canteen, but acted as if he hadn’t heard them. With a calm expression, he walked out of the school gate, beating a couple by one step to board the taxi that had just stopped at the entrance. Then he smiled at the amiable driver Ma Hong in the car, “Trouble you to take me to Second Central Hospital.”
Ma Hong smiled and nodded, but a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. As a deputy leader of the Anhai Divine Society, he actually sensed an indescribable strange feeling from a strange university student he was meeting for the first time.
As time passed and the car kept driving toward the destination, Ma Hong’s perception of Li Nuowei became increasingly firm.
“Now inserting a news bulletin. According to the Shenzhou Meteorological Astronomy Bureau, a Perseid meteor shower will appear before everyone three days from now. Coincidentally, the weather in Liuhua Port has been clear lately. Friends who like meteor showers must not miss it…” The radio news played inside and outside the taxi. Hearing the news, Ma Hong’s face was full of smiles, as if he had heard some good news.
“Eh, meteor shower, that’s nice.” Li Nuowei suddenly said, borrowing the news topic.
Ma Hong instinctively activated the taxi driver’s chattering instinct and asked along the topic, “Little classmate, do you like meteor showers too?”
“No.” Li Nuowei shook his head, then smiled at the rearview mirror and said, “It’s just that thinking about having a meteor shower as the backdrop when dying would make for quite a luxurious death scene.”
Hearing this, Ma Hong’s smile stiffened for a moment. It seemed to be the first time in his life he had met such a strange young man.
At this point, he could tell—this young man seemed crazy.
“Death?” Ma Hong said meaningfully, “How can someone your age think about such things?”
“No way around it, I’ve experienced a lot lately.” Li Nuowei let out a sigh.
Ma Hong frowned slightly and curiously glanced at Li Nuowei. He suddenly noticed with sharp eyes that the light-colored part of the other’s collar seemed to have a few drops of recently dried bloodstains, which clearly could not be bloodstains from Li Nuowei himself being hurt.
From the splatter trajectory and distribution, the attentive Ma Hong could guess that the young university student before him had likely just experienced a scene with massive blood loss, which was very probably a murder scene. The so-called murderer had a high probability of being this young man who looked amiable but faintly exuded a dangerous aura.
Perhaps like repels like—deep in his heart, though Ma Hong considered himself a madman, that didn’t mean he could calmly share a confined space with another madman.
Ma Hong began to be vigilant toward Li Nuowei. When he noticed Li Nuowei suddenly unfasten his seatbelt, he had already secretly gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Li Nuowei slowly moved from the right-side car door position in the back seat to the left-side position. It seemed unintentional, but as if it was really deliberate.
This sudden move made Ma Hong’s entire heart tense up. He couldn’t help but use gloomy eyes to watch the young man sitting behind him, vigilantly observing his every move.
Ma Hong leaned forward, trying not to lean on the chair back, because in his mind appeared ten thousand ways Li Nuowei could suddenly attack—for example, the most classic and most terrifying one: Li Nuowei suddenly standing up, hands reaching around the back of the driver’s seat, deadlocking his neck, single-mindedly trying to send him to hell.
However, Li Nuowei seemed not to notice Ma Hong’s expression and said to himself, “I’m going to the hospital today to visit a friend.”
“Oh… is that so? Since you’re going to see her in person, she must be a girl you like.” Ma Hong casually responded.
“No, he’s a boy.” Li Nuowei shook his head and continued, “I’m going to see him to make sure he hasn’t completely gone mad yet.”
“Gone mad? You mean your friend… has mental illness?” The muscles on Ma Hong’s face twitched slightly, his deep gaze as if saying “birds of a feather flock together— a madman’s friend is of course also a madman.”
“No, he’s just been persecuted. Unlike me, he can still be saved. As long as I persevere and don’t give up on him, he should still have a chance.” Li Nuowei shook his head.
Ma Hong hadn’t expected this young man to so generously admit the fact that he had mental issues, and with such a serious look. He could only let out a dry laugh; he didn’t know how to respond now.
Li Nuowei smiled at the rearview mirror in the car, saying to the eyes glancing at the mirror, “Do you think he still has a chance?”
As he spoke, Li Nuowei made a motion of reaching his hand into his pocket. Ma Hong took in the other’s action completely. His hands gripping the steering wheel rubbed strangely against it, and beads of sweat formed one after another on his forehead.
Brake!
“We’re here.” Ma Hong suddenly slammed on the brake, abruptly turning back to the pausing Li Nuowei with a stiff smile, “Second Central Hospital.”
Second update—I wrote halfway and got stuck. Lately overtime has made me very sleepy at night. I’ll take time during tomorrow’s noon break to finish it for everyone.
