Chapter 262: The Death Of A God (1/2)
At the time, Qi Sheng’s head was too preoccupied with the dean's death to reflect on Wang Yizhou’s reaction. Only after he was imprisoned did he understand that Wang Yizhou’s love for machinery was beyond obsessive. In his eyes, machinery was of utmost importance, far exceeding the value of human beings. Hence, human lives were mere trifles–insignificant little things. His thoughts and impulses were indicative of a severe antisocial personality disorder.
Wang Yizhou once said, ”The human body is a failure in terms of mechanical structure.”
After the dean’s death, the police focused their attention on Qi Sheng. The matter of the dean’s plagiarism and the enmity between them was common knowledge in the school.
While Qi Sheng was anxiously dealing with the police, Wang Yizhou fell to his old ways again. It seemed that the darkness hidden in his heart had finally been released with the execution of the first crime. He used torture contraptions he invented to kill the orphanage teacher who abused him as a child and his biological father who constantly beat him.
Despite being fully aware of all three crimes, Qi Sheng desperately led the police to himself. When questioned by the police about his alibi during the time of the crimes, he intentionally gave vague answers to draw their suspicions towards himself.
Qi Sheng felt that he was already an old man with one foot in the grave but Wang Yizhou still had a bright future ahead of him. It was worthwhile to exchange the limited years he had left for the future of his beloved student!
But as a teacher, he was at a complete loss, exasperated that his beloved student had started down a dark and dangerous path. Qi Sheng was torn between his frustration with his student’s behavior and the helplessness he felt knowing that Wang Yizhou's sadistic heart had been born out of society’s cruelty. How could he blame Wang Yizhou? Thus, Qi Sheng made his student promise him, ”If you really must do such a thing in the future, you can only punish the wicked and you must be fair!”
On the day he was taken away by the police, he saw Wang Yizhou kowtowing in the direction of the police car, tears streaming down his face as he refused to get up. Wang Yizhou’s reaction further bolstered his confidence that the sacrifice he made was worth it. However, ten years later, Wang Yizhou had unexpectedly turned into an inhumane monster with no regard for morality.
“Did you really not think of it?” I asked. “When you suffered the consequences for him, you should have known what a big mistake it was!”
”I knew that,” sighed the old man. “But I just couldn't do it. I couldn’t watch a mechanical genius who might rewrite the history of human science and technology in his life go to jail and lose all chance at the future that might have awaited him. His talents could bring about a leap in technology in our country that’s ten years ahead of the rest. We wouldn’t have to continue facing the ridicule and the technological restrictions imposed by the United States and Japan. He could even realize our country’s dream of becoming a great powerhouse! In that case, who cares about a few dead people? The atomic bomb invented by Einstein killed even more but his achievements are unprecedented and unparalleled. Are you telling me that a few million lives are more important than Einstein’s?”
”Your thinking is flawed,” I said. “Now I see that you’re not so different from Wang Yizhou after all. Perhaps the only thing that sets you apart is that Wang Yizhou has put his beliefs into practice while you haven’t! When you compare him to Einstein, it’s an insult to Einstein. Your beloved student never invented anything that would benefit mankind. But he did do one thing, and that is murder for money!”
”However, you should be glad that it’s not illegal to have such distorted thoughts,” added Xiaotao. “Very soon, we will overturn your conviction and clear your name.”
The old man waved her off hand and sighed, ”Forget it. I don’t have many years to live. What can an old man who’s been imprisoned for so long do when I leave? I know best exactly what prison is like. When he comes in, I can at least take care of him for a few years.”
Xiaotao and I did a double take, eyes meeting each other in a meaningful gaze... This old man was sick!
Well, if he didn’t care about clearing his name, then we could put an end to the matter. When we were about to leave, the old man cupped his fist and said, ”Excuse me, could you do me a favor?”
“What?” I asked.
He pushed the pack of Chunghwa cigarettes over. ”How could a prisoner like me enjoy such luxurious cigarettes on my own? How many do you think I’ll end up smoking?” he asked. “Please take this to the canteen outside and exchange it for some regular ones.”
It was a simple request so I agreed and went outside to exchange several Hongtashans. On my way back, I passed by the prison yard and was startled by the crisp rattle of the barbed fence as someone charged towards me. I turned around only to be greeted by Deng Chao's wide grin, although his eyes were far less friendly than his smile would suggest.
”I see you’ve got a bunch of cigarettes!” he chortled. “Is that for me?”
”Do you smoke now?” I asked.
”What’s the saying again? Every cigarette you smoke takes five minutes off your life. You try staying in here! I bet you’ll wish you were dead!”
This time, Deng Chao spoke to me more politely. Judging from his pale face, he had just been released from solitary confinement, a place that could tame even the craziest person.
”Do you regret it?” I asked.
”Regret? Of course I do!” he laughed. “Every single day, I regret that I didn’t kill you!”
”You make it sound as if you could,” I scoffed.
”I'll tell you a little secret,” Deng Chao said in a low whisper. “It won't be long before we meet again. When we do, don’t forget to prepare a welcome feast for me!”