Rain poured over the city like heaven itself was trying to wash away the filth.
Inside the cold, gray courtroom, the young man stood with his hands cuffed, head slightly tilted, a faint smile curling on his lips.
Li Wei.
Only twenty-one.
But already a name whispered in fear across three districts.
The prosecutor's voice trembled as he read the charges.
"Murder. Five counts. The victims… an elderly shopkeeper, a taxi driver, two university students, and a police sergeant. All killed without provocation. All killed… for amusement."
Gasps echoed through the room.
Li Wei's smile widened, his eyes gleaming like a cat toying with mice.
He had slit the shopkeeper's throat for shortchanging him ten yuan. He had strangled the taxi driver because he didn't like the smell of his cologne. The students? They'd bumped into him at a nightclub. The sergeant? He had the nerve to look him in the eyes.
The judge's gavel slammed down.
"Life imprisonment. And… psychiatric treatment."
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One Month Later – East Wing Mental Hospital
They thought padded walls and a doctor's team could "cure" him.
The fools.
Li Wei sat in the therapy room, a single metal chair bolted to the floor, a tray of untouched pills on the table.
Dr. Chen, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, spoke gently.
"Li Wei, you must understand… violence isn't the only way. We can help you—"
"Help me?" Li Wei chuckled. "Doctor, I don't want help. I want entertainment."
Before the team could react, Li Wei's cuffed hands shot up — a hidden razor blade, smuggled from the cafeteria, glinted in his grip.
The first slash opened the throat of the young nurse standing too close.
Blood sprayed across the white walls like art.
Screams filled the room.
Two orderlies rushed in. Li Wei lunged, jamming the blade into one man's eye. The other tried to tackle him, but Li Wei twisted, biting into his neck like a rabid animal.
Dr. Chen staggered back, fumbling for the panic button, but Li Wei was already on him.
One sharp shove — and the doctor's head cracked against the wall with a wet thud.
The final nurse ran for the door.
Li Wei threw the blade. It spun once before burying into her back. She collapsed, choking on her own blood.
Li Wei stood in the middle of the carnage, chest rising and falling, eyes wild.
Five corpses. Five more pieces in his little game.
He laughed — loud, unrestrained, echoing through the halls.
That's when the steel door slammed open.
A squad of prison police stormed in.
"Get down! Drop it!"
Li Wei spread his arms, smiling.
"Come on… make me."
One officer, trembling, pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The bullet punched through his chest.
Warm blood gushed down his hospital gown.
Li Wei staggered, but the smile never left his face.
"Finally… something interesting…"
He fell backward into the pool of blood, eyes still open, the laughter still echoing in their ears.
he room was a massacre site.
Blood pooled under the bodies, dripping slowly along the cracks in the tiles. The metallic stench was enough to make even the hardened prison officers flinch.
"Get the medics in here!" the squad leader barked.
Within minutes, stretchers were rolled in. The surviving members of Dr. Chen's team were barely clinging to life — pale, gasping, eyes glazed in shock. The officers moved fast, loading them into the ambulance outside.
Li Wei lay on the floor, a bullet hole in his chest. His breathing was ragged, but his eyes still held that unnerving spark.
The officer who had pulled the trigger, a broad-shouldered man named Captain Wu, stepped closer.
He looked down at Li Wei like a butcher examining spoiled meat.
"This one…" Wu's voice was cold, flat. "If we send him to the hospital, he'll just heal and kill again. There's nothing good about keeping him alive."
The others hesitated.
"But… that's not our order," one younger officer muttered.
Wu's gaze hardened. "Orders won't matter when he escapes and slaughters more people. He's weak now. If we end him here, the city will be safer."
One by one, the officers nodded. They all remembered the crime scenes. The families crying over butchered bodies. The smug grin Li Wei wore in court.
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Outside – On the Road
The ambulance siren wailed as it carried Dr. Chen's team toward the main city hospital. But halfway down the route, the convoy stopped.
The medics inside were ordered out, confused and protesting.
Wu's men explained it away: "We'll handle the prisoner transport from here."
The ambulance with Li Wei inside was driven off a side road — into the old industrial district, abandoned for years. Rusted metal skeletons of warehouses stood like grave markers under the gray sky.
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The Execution
They dragged Li Wei out, tossing him onto the cracked concrete.
Blood soaked through his gown, but his eyes darted between them, reading their intentions.
"So… no more therapy?" he asked, voice hoarse but laced with mockery.
Wu didn't answer.
He simply raised his shotgun again.
Two officers moved in from the sides, batons ready.
Li Wei coughed, spitting a smear of blood on the ground. "Heh… if I'm going out, I'll take one of you with me."
With a sudden burst of strength, he lunged. His elbow slammed into one officer's throat. The man staggered, choking, as Li Wei ripped the baton from his hands and swung it into the second officer's knee.
The crack of bone echoed. The man screamed.
Wu shouted, "Finish him!"
Three more officers rushed in. Li Wei fought like a cornered animal, wild and desperate — each strike aimed to maim, not scare. A baton smashed against an officer's jaw, teeth scattering onto the ground. Another's arm bent at a sickening angle.
But the numbers overwhelmed him.
A blow to his ribs knocked the air out of him. Another struck the side of his head, blurring his vision.
He dropped to his knees, blood dripping from his mouth.
Wu stepped forward, the shotgun barrel pressing against Li Wei's forehead.
"Game over, madman."
Li Wei smiled faintly, eyes narrowing in defiance.
"Better me than you… I'd have been… more fun."
The blast roared through the empty district.
Li Wei's body collapsed, the smirk frozen on his lips.
No prayers. No pity. Just silence, broken only by the wind rattling the rusted fences.
They left him there — in the dirt and blood — and drove away.
The madman had finally gotten what he deserved.