Twisted Dreams-Chapter 170 - 142: Red Skirt
Night, Bai Mountain City, Triumph Restaurant.
In the private room, the elderly director over fifty sat in the deputy’s seat.
The director’s secretary, deputy director, military officer corps leader, fire safety team captain, and traffic safety team captain were seated in order.
The senior officials of Changbai Mountain’s security system were almost all present.
Such a grand occasion was to welcome several big figures from the Imperial Capital.
The senior administrator of the Imperial Capital’s Security Administration was indeed a big deal for a small town like Bai Mountain City.
At the very end, there was a small sheriff so nervous his nose was sweating. His name was Xiang Jiaseng, the youngest son of the old Xiang Kunlun.
Because Xiang Jiaseng provided an important lead on a particular fugitive.
And that lead successfully helped the administrator of Changbai Mountain’s Safety Management Station capture the fugitive today.
Otherwise, Xiang Jiaseng had no right to attend such a gathering.
Before long, the door to the private room opened, and a young man and a middle-aged man in black suits walked in.
The young man was Wei Ming, and the middle-aged man was the leader of the Blue Whale Team—Lao Sha.
The old director quickly stood up, walked to the private room door, and respectfully said:
"Welcome to Bai Mountain City to guide us!"
Wei Ming smiled politely:
"We’ll be counting on you all in the future."
Wei Ming didn’t enjoy these kinds of gatherings.
But since he would be supervising Changbai Mountain from here in the future, to avoid unnecessary trouble, it was best to pay respects to the various leaders in Bai Mountain City.
The higher the position, the less freedom one has.
The old director enthusiastically guided Wei Ming to the main seat, gesturing for him to sit.
After a few polite refusals, Wei Ming stopped declining and sat down with a smile.
Lao Sha sat next to Wei Ming.
The old director pointed to Xiang Jiaseng, who was seated near the door:
"This is Comrade Xiang Jiaseng."
Wei Ming looked at Xiang Jiaseng seriously:
"Are you the one who provided the lead on the Red Skirt?"
The Red Skirt was a major case for the Security Administration, a deranged serial killer who targeted female doctors with extreme cruelty.
Xiang Jiaseng’s muscles were tense, and he stood up abruptly, with his head held high, loudly declaring:
"Yes! I am proud to assist the leadership!"
His passionate words made it clear to everyone that Xiang Jiaseng truly wanted to progress.
However, to Wei Ming, these words sounded rather awkward.
Wei Ming was an average student from childhood, occasionally skipping classes to go online but never daring to chase girls or get into fights.
He was an ordinary person, even as a South Sea sheriff, with a sole hobby of reading novels.
After the Spiritual Energy Revival, he accidentally entered the Security Administration, and due to his sister’s unfulfilled life, Wei Ming gradually developed some ambition.
Xiang Jiaseng’s ’active participant’ attitude was quite different from Wei Ming’s.
Wei Ming forced a smile and, trying to put on a leadership demeanor, said:
"Very good, the Red Skirt is an extremely dangerous individual. Thank you for your contribution to public safety."
Xiang Jiaseng smugly sat back down, secretly wiping the sweat from his palms.
The old director invited everyone to start eating, making a few polite comments to Wei Ming in political banter:
"The comrades at the Safety Management Station are working so hard, today coincidentally there was a task, so I had to step in on their behalf to meet you, the leader.
I don’t know if these dishes suit your taste, they’re all specialties from the Northeast, please give them a try."
The administrator from Changbai Mountain’s Safety Management Station had successfully captured the dangerous fugitive ’Red Skirt’ in Jiang County this afternoon and was escorting the ’Red Skirt’ back to Bai Mountain City.
The administrators at Changbai Mountain’s Safety Management Station were few, and this task required them all to be deployed, so naturally, no one could greet the leadership of the Security Administration.
Wei Ming nodded repeatedly, clearly uncomfortable with such overwhelming enthusiasm.
But as the leader, he couldn’t stay silent. He put on a sincere face and asked Xiang Jiaseng about how he discovered the Red Skirt.
Xiang Jiaseng was very nervous, trying hard to maintain a smile:
"The characteristics of the Red Skirt were just... too noticeable.
At a stop along the route, I happened to spot them, thought they resembled the fugitive wanted by the leadership, and then filed a report."
Wei Ming nodded in agreement.
The Red Skirt’s features were indeed quite distinct.
At that moment, the private room door suddenly burst open, revealing a man in a bloodstained black suit, panting heavily:
"Who is the Whale Bird leader?"
Wei Ming’s brows furrowed.
This was an administrator from Changbai Mountain’s Safety Management Station.
Whale Bird was Wei Ming’s codename.
Wei Ming said:
"That would be me."
The man in black urgently said:
"The Red Skirt, the Red Skirt has escaped!"
Wei Ming’s expression changed dramatically, and he quickly stood up:
"What happened?!"
The man in black swallowed hard, his face full of terror:
"Rats! No, it must be a Rat Demon!
Hordes of rats attacked us on the way back!
The Safety Management Station was also invaded by rats; communication lines and computers were all chewed up."
Wei Ming’s face shifted between light and dark, and he quickly started for the door.
In contrast, Blue Whale Team’s leader Lao Sha was more composed, calmly asking:
"We are right here in Bai Mountain City, why didn’t you call us?"
The man in black explained:
"The rats chewed up our phones."
The work phones of the safety administrators could only be dialed directly by the work phones of safety administrators or special numbers from higher-ups.
Lao Sha suspiciously glanced at Wei Ming:
"Now I’m certain the animals in Changbai Mountain have become spirits.
It’s just... trouble started in Bai Mountain City as soon as we arrived, is that a coincidence?"
...
The wild wind on the edge of the eating area was very cold.
In the darkness, a gaunt man sat on the grass.
He was unkempt, with a thick beard, but his outfit was what caught the eye.
The man was wearing a bright red dress with a small bear hairpin clipped to his short hair.
His codename at the Security Administration was Red Skirt, an extremely dangerous person.
Beside the Red Skirt, a few little rats lay quietly.
As Red Skirt looked at those little rats, there was even a hint of fear in his eyes.
Just then, headlights appeared from afar, and a van approached and stopped in front of the Red Skirt.
The Red Skirt looked up.
The driver was a woman, wearing a black long dress, sunglasses, and a black band tied around her forehead.
This woman exuded a mysterious aura; she was the one controlling the rat swarm that saved him.
The van door opened, and a young man in traditional Chinese attire, holding an oil paper umbrella, stepped out.
The young man in traditional attire extended a hand to Red Skirt, smiling warmly:
"Hello, Xie Qilin."
The Red Skirt frowned and asked:
"Why did you save me?"
Xie Qilin maintained his hand gesture, his demeanor friendly, like a gentleman:
"I want you to join us."
The Red Skirt pondered for a moment:
"Were you able to retrieve my items?"
The woman in the van tossed out a travel bag.
The Red Skirt quickly opened it.
Inside were two urns and a butcher knife.
On the urns were black and white photos, one of a little girl and one of a woman.
The Red Skirt picked up the butcher knife, staring at Xie Qilin with dead fish eyes:
"You have a lot of influence, don’t you?"
Xie Qilin smiled and nodded:
"Pretty much."
The Red Skirt lowered his head and said:
"I can work for you, but I have one condition."
Xie Qilin asked:
"What condition?"
The intense malice in the Red Skirt’s eyes was about to spill over:
"South Sea Angel Harbor Hospital!
I want you to kill everyone there, from the director to the nurses, leave no one alive!"
The mention of South Sea made Xie Qilin pause slightly.
Why is it that everyone I recruit has something to do with the South Sea?
Take the Mouse Girl in the van as an example; she has a grudge against Six Paths Biotechnology Company.
The old master once said that in this life, I must not set foot in the South Sea.
And someone with a fate similar to mine, Xie Youlin, has gone unheard of in the South Sea, making Xie Qilin suspect Xie Youlin is likely dead.
Is my fate so intertwined with the South Sea?
Xie Qilin, keeping his composure, said:
"I can help you, but you need to show your worth first."
Who doesn’t know how to promise great things?
The Red Skirt remained silent, his silence a sign of agreement.
Xie Qilin smiled, looked towards Bai Mountain City, and murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear:
"Actually, you have already brought some value; hasn’t Wei Ming arrived at Bai Mountain City?"
