Twisted Dreams-Chapter 179 - 151: The Red Skirt’s Past
The night has fallen, the train travels through the darkness, making rhythmic ’clang-clang’ sounds on the track.
Inside the train, the lighting is soft and warm.
Qian Lele prefers trains over high-speed railways and airplanes.
The smell of instant noodles, smoke, the sound of playing cards, chatting, in Qian Lele’s view, it’s a rare sense of humanity in a big city.
Looking out the window, occasional faint glimmers are quickly swallowed by darkness.
Qian Lele has a myriad of thoughts; the journey to Changbai Mountain might be the most fantastical trip she’s ever had in her life.
She takes out her portable camera, connects it to her phone, and watches the videos recorded during this trip.
Monkey, the old viper, Ye Fan; as she watches, a smile appears at the corner of her mouth.
Sometimes she really envies such a mysterious world.
At this moment, someone walks up and pats the old man in front of Qian Lele:
"Could you move, please?"
The old man, who was dazed and about to fall asleep, is disturbed and instantly annoyed:
"There are so many empty seats, why sit here with me?"
Looking up at the person, the old man’s eyes are filled with astonishment:
How come this guy is wearing a red skirt?
The person slowly takes a pig slaughtering knife out of their bag.
The old man cowardly grins and leaves.
This must be a lunatic.
Qian Lele looks at the person in the red skirt sitting opposite her, her eyes flustered, wanting to leave, as she hears the red skirt speak coldly:
"Sit down, there are many people here, I won’t kill you.
When the train reaches the next station, just go out with me, you’ll suffer less."
Qian Lele swallows her saliva, displaying an awkward smile:
"Hello, your skirt is really beautiful."
Right after saying this, Qian Lele regrets it.
The red skirt obviously has a fetish for women’s clothing; would her words sound like ridicule in his ears?
Unexpectedly, the red skirt shows a gentle smile:
"Yes, this red skirt is very beautiful, it belongs to my wife."
Qian Lele is a professional reporter and immediately realizes the red skirt has a story, quickly asking:
"Could you tell me your wife’s story?"
She wants to get closer to the red skirt, learn more about him, striving for a chance to negotiate.
The red skirt’s eyes reveal a reminiscing look:
"One winter, she encountered me while on a trip to Changbai Mountain.
She was the most beautiful and gentle woman in the world.
We were together, and even had an exceptionally adorable girl."
The red skirt removes a bear hairpin from his head, smiling benevolently:
"Our child is very cute, her smile resembles her."
The gaze of the red skirt gradually turns pained:
"Last year, a severe flu broke out in South Sea.
She left me and our child, and I vowed to raise our child properly.
However, fate is cruel.
My daughter also caught the flu, she started behaving like her mother, not eating, consciousness blurred.
The child babbled about wanting to find her mother; I dressed in her mother’s favorite red skirt and coaxed her to eat."
The red skirt’s eyes brim with tears, as he cries bitterly in front of the entire carriage:
"Later, my child also left. They are all gone, leaving me alone."
Qian Lele is sympathetic towards the red skirt’s plight and comforts him:
"Acting like this now surely won’t make them happy."
The red skirt dismisses her words, wiping away tears and snot, hatred glinting in his eyes:
"They were murdered!"
Qian Lele quickly says:
"Murdered? I can help you. Release me, I’m a journalist! I can help you seek justice!"
The red skirt, like a lunatic, continues speaking to himself:
"My wife worked at South Sea Green Grass Sanatorium. When I was sorting through her belongings, I found her diary.
She said the flu in South Sea resulted from an experiment conducted at South Sea Green Grass Sanatorium.
This damned experiment killed them!
I began gathering clues and handed them to the sheriff’s office.
Finally, the sheriff’s office took action against the Green Grass Sanatorium.
However, that night, an explosion occurred at the Green Grass Sanatorium.
The Green Grass Sanatorium vanished just like that, unjustly!!
Heh heh heh, everyone at the Green Grass Sanatorium deserves death.
Those bastards who worked at the Green Grass Sanatorium, they are all murderers!!
Later, I uncovered some traces about Green Grass Sanatorium.
A woman said several large trucks drove into the Green Grass Sanatorium at night, bringing some things.
They transported those things to Angel Harbor Hospital!
Angel Harbor Hospital must be the new location for that damned experiment!"
Qian Lele is stunned.
Angel Harbor Hospital?
Her brother was treated for pancreatic cancer at that hospital, and then went to work for the company behind Angel Harbor Hospital.
The train is gradually slowing down, Qian Lele hurriedly looks towards the window, the new platform has arrived.
The red skirt wipes away his tears:
"Okay, come with me."
Qian Lele quickly attempts to negotiate:
"Don’t kill me, I will help you, truly, I’m a reporter!"
The red skirt’s face turns cold, a terrifying murderous aura surrounds Qian Lele:
"I don’t want to repeat myself."
Qian Lele’s heart races, her brain working fast to find a way to escape.
At this moment, two rail guards walk over, followed by the old man, who points at the red skirt and says:
"That lunatic took my seat! He’s holding a knife!"
The two rail guards display alertness:
"Please show your ticket and identification."
The red skirt’s face turns gloomy.
The two rail guards continue:
"Please hand over the knife and come with us off the train."
The red skirt lowers his head, leaves his seat, obediently complies.
He wouldn’t dare commit murder in public, especially with two rail officers around.
One rail guard glances suspiciously at the sweat-covered Qian Lele:
"Are you alright?"
The red skirt glares viciously.
Qian Lele knows if she tells them the red skirt is extremely dangerous now, he might turn desperate, and everyone, including the rail guards, would suffer.
Qian Lele forces a smile:
"I’m fine."
Watching the red skirt being taken away, Qian Lele collapses into her seat.
Quickly, she gets up, rushes to the rail guards’ office, telling them to call the police.
...
At midnight, the train is approaching South Sea.
Qian Lele gazes out the window, the gradually bustling nightlife makes her somewhat relaxed, she drowsily drifts towards sleep, today was too exhausting.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she sees something, and Qian Lele hurriedly looks up towards the window.
It’s a red hemline!
Could it be, the red skirt is lying on top of the train!?
Qian Lele rubs her eyes, the red flash disappears.
She wonders if she’s overthinking.
The train arrives at the station, Qian Lele is restless.
She constantly feels the red skirt is nearby!
Qian Lele doesn’t know where to go facing the pursuit by the Extraordinary.
Home isn’t safe.
The sheriff’s office?
Tell the sheriff there’s a man in a red skirt lying on the train following her trying to kill her?
Ask why she is being chased?
She says it’s because she witnessed the Extraordinary fighting while filming demons at Changbai Mountain, hence the man targeted her?
It doesn’t make sense, and she promised Ye Fan not to disclose matters of Changbai Mountain.
Qian Lele suddenly thinks of a place.
Desire Trade Bar.
For some reason, the bartender gives her a reassuring feeling.
If she goes there, would it bring trouble to him?
Qian Lele contemplates, the red skirt doesn’t like committing murder in crowded places, surely there’ll be a lot of people in the bar.
Then go to that bar, settle down first and then figure out a plan!
Qian Lele quickly waves, hailing a cab.
The taxi speeds towards the location of Desire Trade Bar.
On the way, the taxi driver suddenly asks:
"Do you mind if I take another passenger?"
Qian Lele blinks, looks out the window.
That glance makes her soul almost leap!
The red skirt is waving ahead on the road!
Qian Lele screams:
"No way! I’ll pay you extra, hurry drive away!"
The taxi driver floors the accelerator, muttering:
"Scared the hell out of me, a guy wearing a red skirt at night, mental illness!"
The taxi driver sneaks another glance at Qian Lele in the back seat, muttering:
"Reacting that way, maybe she’s also a lunatic."
