Twisted Dreams-Chapter 65 - 37: The New Chief
He tightly covered his mouth, daring not to say a word the entire way, and walked to the entrance of his rental apartment.
Diao Haifan’s forum account was on the computer; he needed to log in to find the Demon Cat and ask what’s really going on!
As soon as he opened the door and entered, he caught the aroma of food and the sound of cooking from the kitchen.
Diao Haifan curiously walked to the kitchen, delighted to see a woman’s figure inside.
It was his long-distance girlfriend, Rongrong.
Rongrong smiled sweetly:
"Why did you get off work so early?
I was hoping to finish the grand meal secretly to surprise you.
Are you happy, my dear? I’m here to see you~"
Diao Haifan felt a sourness in his nose and wanted to hug his girlfriend for comfort.
Anyone encountering such a bizarre situation would be on the verge of collapse.
However, an unseen force was influencing Diao Haifan’s mind.
Diao Haifan contorted his face and said:
"You’re disappointed I got back early, right?
Were you waiting for your lover?
Are you two planning to seek excitement in my room?
Hehe, slut, I caught you!"
Rongrong was agape, looking at Diao Haifan incredulously:
"My dear, what are you saying?"
Diao Haifan’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet he maintained a venomous expression:
"Flask, slut, don’t think I don’t know how lonely you’ve been all these years apart.
How many people have played with you? Is it loose yet?"
Rongrong couldn’t stop her tears:
"Fine, you have no house or savings, I went against my family for you, and this is what you think of me, is it? Let’s break up then."
Diao Haifan wanted to save the situation, but Rongrong resolutely shook off his hand and decisively walked out of the rental apartment.
"Ah!!!!!!!!" Diao Haifan cried out in agony.
...
Diao Haifan dried his tears and opened the forum.
The Demon Cat’s avatar lit up, immediately sending a private message:
"Little brother, did you have a good day today, hehe."
Diao Haifan’s anger boiled over:
"Fuck you, what did you do to me!"
The Demon Cat:
"Cursing me? Are you stupid?"
Diao Haifan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, instantly waking up.
This Demon Cat was a sinister monster!
A demon! It’s a demon!
How dare he speak to a demon like this!
Diao Haifan cried:
"Great Aunt, I beg you, please end this spell!"
The Demon Cat:
"Hehe, dream on."
The Demon Cat was none other than Suzu.
Ever since seeing Mr. Kong being cyberbullied, she had been researching new ways to create and absorb suffering.
Due to the consequences of the curse, all the suffering caused by Diao Haifan became Suzu’s Spiritual Power.
For example, Diao Haifan’s supervisor, Director Zhao of the hospital’s administration department, the woman comforting Diao Haifan, and the woman’s husband.
And Diao Haifan’s girlfriend Rongrong.
Anger and grievance, these are forms of suffering.
Of course, Diao Haifan’s suffering also boosts Suzu’s Spiritual Power.
From now on, Diao Haifan is a moving suffering generator, how could Suzu be willing to lift the curse?
She’s not some saint who aids mortals to goodness by punishing them.
Didn’t her ID clearly state she’s a Demon King, the villainous kind?
No matter how much Diao Haifan begged, Suzu only replied with the two characters for ’haha.’
He was desperate.
Driven by fear and hopelessness, extreme anger exploded in Diao Haifan’s heart, and he typed:
"Moron, fuck you, I’m going to report you to the authorities, you monster!"
Suzu finally stopped replying with ’haha’:
"Curse intensified!"
Diao Haifan snorted angrily and left his home.
He intended to report this sinister being to the authorities; surely, the sheriff would be interested in such a creature.
Standing at the doorway, he stuffed a towel into his mouth, put on a mask, and walked out.
...
South Sea, North District Security Office.
Diao Haifan stood in the solemn hall, feeling a sense of security from the dignified and severe atmosphere.
A receptionist lady walked over, wearing a gentle smile:
"Sir, is there anything I can assist you with?"
Diao Haifan didn’t dare to breathe for a moment; he could feel himself wanting to say obscene words, but fortunately, the towel in his mouth prevented him from speaking.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
But how could he communicate without speaking?
The receptionist lady asked in confusion:
"Sir, what’s wrong with you? Are you here to file a report?"
Diao Haifan made frantic gestures with his hands, and the receptionist instantly brought over pen and paper:
"You can write it down."
Diao Haifan secretly praised the receptionist for her intelligence, took the pen and paper, and planned to write down his experiences, but...
That unseen force still influenced him.
Befuddled, he wrote a few words on the paper.
"You look hot in the sheriff’s uniform, sold a lot of flesh to become a sheriff, didn’t you?"
The receptionist’s face turned bright red, suppressing her anger:
"Do you have any other business? We are all very busy."
Diao Haifan looked hopelessly, wildly gesticulating with his hands.
The receptionist hesitantly handed the pen and paper back to him.
Diao Haifan wrote:
"Did I say something wrong? Why are you in such a rush? Hehe."
The receptionist was completely infuriated, pointing at Diao Haifan:
"You, you leave now, or I’ll have you arrested for obstructing official duties if you keep causing trouble!"
Diao Haifan panicked, and in his hurry, he knelt down, clutching the receptionist’s hand, tears flowing uncontrollably.
The receptionist was bewildered; is this mental illness?
Just then, a tall man entered from outside.
He wore a security uniform, a cape, and his security ID badge read 001.
A bespectacled sheriff accompanied him.
That was his security secretary.
The man frowned at the receptionist:
"What’s going on here?"
The receptionist quickly explained:
"Director, this man is mentally ill."
This man is the new director of the Security Bureau, named Cao Yi.
Because of the ’Beast Murder Incident’ and ’Bird Riot Incident’ in the North District, Director Cao often came to the North District Security Office for investigations these past two days.
Cao Yi glanced at the words on the paper, then at Diao Haifan.
He crouched down, his eyes sharp as an eagle, scrutinizing Diao Haifan.
He furrowed his brows.
Mental illness? It didn’t seem like it.
But if he’s not mentally ill, how dare he insult a sheriff in the security bureau?
The receptionist said:
"This is just a mentally ill person. I’m calling Qingshan Hospital right away."
Cao Yi reached out and removed Diao Haifan’s mask.
The receptionist’s eyes widened in shock.
Why was this man stuffing a towel in his mouth?
"Were you forced to do this?"
Cao Yi took the towel out of Diao Haifan’s mouth.
Diao Haifan viciously said:
"Director? So young? You must have gotten here by sleeping with rich women, right?"
The receptionist was stunned, how dare this man speak to the director like that?!
Cao Yi’s eyes darkened, roughly searching Diao Haifan’s pockets for his phone.
The phone contained a photo of Kong Qianqiu, the one involved in the slander.
Cao Yi’s face turned even grimmer, saying:
"First, send him to a mental hospital for examination, keep a close watch on him, and inform me of any developments."
The secretary sheriff replied:
"Yes, Director."
With that, Cao Yi stood up and said to the receptionist:
"Isn’t Wei Ming the sheriff who proposed the resurgence of demons?
Call him to the conference room."
