"Who exactly are you?" Wu Suotun asked, looking at his dead subordinate lying on the ground, filled with despair and resentment.
"I am Qingmu." Qingmu never hides or avoids mentioning his name.
"Oh, I'm the Boss Coal!" the Crow on the windowsill chimed in, not wanting to be outdone.
"Who sent you?" Wu Suotun remained convinced that someone wanted to seize his territory.
"Who?" Qingmu thought for a moment, "Perhaps a god."
"God?" Wu Suotun was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "I'm not going to live anyway, so why are you still toying with me? Who is your god?"
"My goddess is—she!" Qingmu pointed to Yu Meiren in his arms, then pointed the gun at Wu Suotun.
"No, no, no, that's not how you judge a person." Crow flew over and landed on Qingmu's head. "Speaking of your eloquence... sigh... I can't say I'm impressed! You should do this—"
It raised its paw to preen its feathers, half-opened its wings, puffed out its chest, stretched its neck, and said in its uniquely magnetic voice:
"I, representing the will of God, now declare you guilty!"
"Your cultivation of opium, manufacturing of drugs, and trafficking of drugs to neighboring countries, especially China, is absolutely unacceptable!"
"You've illegally established an armed force, trafficked in weapons, and acted like a tyrant in the local area. What kind of behavior is this? This is even more despicable than organized crime. Your 'blackness' is outrageous, it's blacker than my hair!"
"You've killed countless people. There are at least a thousand, if not eight hundred, who have died by your hand. And if you include those who died from your drugs, the number is in the millions."
"Your private life is decadent, you've established a private harem, and ruined countless women! The key point is, you're clearly impotent, so what's the point of having so many women? This is like occupying a toilet without using it, which is doubly sinful!"
"You also trafficked people. Those women you got tired of were sold to brothels like trash. Do you know how miserable it is to be a prostitute? It's a much worse job than being a bird! If there's a next life, I suggest God reincarnate you as an egg!"
"You even harmed little girls! This is absolutely intolerable! They are so pitiful! You are a beast! Um..." The Crow suddenly remembered its identity, "... worse than a beast! Far worse!"
These are your seven deadly sins!
The Crow lowered its head and raised its claws to count. First, it raised its left claw. "1, 2, 3..." Then it raised its right claw. "4, 5, 6... Hmm, it seems one is missing..."
Then, tilting his head and thinking for a moment, he pointed with his wing at Qingmu Yu Meiren was holding. "Your seventh deadly sin, which is also the greatest of all, is that you shouldn't have hurt her! Although it was an attempted crime, it's enough to make you die a thousand times over!"
"Alright, the sentencing is over. Now, let's carry out the death sentence!" said the Crow.
Wu Suotun was so enraged by the bird's gesturing and insults that he nearly exploded. He roared, "Who exactly is this girl?"
Qingmu said, "She's an angel!"
Wu Suotun burst into laughter. "Angel! Hahaha... Go to hell with your angel!"
The hemispherical display screen where the red button is located is counting down; there are only 50 seconds left.
"Have you ever watched TV dramas? Do you know how those cowards—oh, I mean, the good guys you're talking about—die in them?" Wu Suotun's face was contorted, his teeth grinding together. "They all died from talking too much!"
"If you hadn't talked so much nonsense, and had just shot me, I might have had a chance to escape. Now, it's too late!"
He pointed to the hemisphere on the table, where numbers were rapidly changing: 30, 29, 28...
"Do you know what this is? Hahaha! I buried two tons of TNT under this house. Do you know how powerful two tons of TNT is? There are still twenty seconds until the explosion. Even if you were a leopard, you wouldn't have time to escape now."
"You want me dead? I'll make you all die with me! Hahaha..."
Wu Suotun laughed wildly, like a madman.
The Crow tilted its head and asked Qingmu, "Are there scenes like this in TV dramas?"
Qingmu shook his head and said, "I don't watch TV."
The Crow sighed and said to Wu Suotun, "Hey, you poor old man, are you out of your mind? Open your eyes and take a good look. That bullshit explosive device you're talking about doesn't seem to have been activated yet!"
"What?"
Wu Suotun was startled and looked at the hemisphere where the red button was located. The numbers on it didn't change at all; they only showed four zeros.
How is that possible?
Wu Suotun realized that the red button hadn't been pressed at all. He didn't know what had happened; only one thought remained in his mind—to activate the detonator.
He rushed over, wanting to press the red button again.
Qingmu raised his gun and fired a shot into the outstretched hand, the bullet leaving a hole in the wrist.
Wu Suotun a scream and his arm fell limp.
"Alright, that's settled then. I'll activate the detonator for you now."
Qingmu was about to go over and press the red button.
The Crow landed on his head, flew to the table, and hopped around, saying, "Let me do it! Let me do it!"
Qingmu said, "You're not a physical entity, so how did you get here?"
"Caw!" The Crow fell silent, dejected.
Qingmu patted the Beauty on the back and said, " Beauty, you press the switch."
Yu Meiren slowly woke up, saw the red button on the table, and asked, "What is this?"
Qingmu said, "Press this button, and the evil poppy will never bloom again."
The Beauty said, "Okay," and stretched out her fair and delicate hand, pressing it on the blood-red button.
With a "beep," the numbers on the hemispherical screen began to jump.
"So it was ten minutes!" Qingmu said. " Beauty, close your eyes."
The Beauty said "Okay" and closed her eyes again.
Qingmu raised his gun and fired two shots into Wu Suotun's legs, saying, "I won't kill you. If you can crawl out of this building within ten minutes, then you'll live!"
He carried the Beauty and walked towards the secret passage that Wu Suotun had opened himself.
" Guagua, wait, wait... there's a safe over there," the Crow reminded him. "Aren't you going to take some money before you leave? Caw, it looks like a lot, croak, there's even gold!"
Qingmu thought for a moment, then turned and walked to the safe, grabbing some US dollars haphazardly and stuffing them into his trench coat pocket. "You have a good eye!"
"You flatter me!" said the Crow. "Hey, aren't you going to take some gold?"
"It's too heavy."
The footsteps faded into the distance, but the numbers continued to tick. Wu Suotun struggled desperately, trying to crawl out, but he could only use one hand, and his wound was still bleeding, draining his strength.
When he reached the doorway, he finally gave up.
He knew he couldn't climb out of the building in ten minutes; even if he had the strength, he would have bled dry before he could get out.
He lay on the floor, panting, his eyes open as he stared at the reliefs on the ceiling. These gilded reliefs were testament to his past glory, but now they seemed nothing more than a dream.
He closed his eyes, and darkness and the fear of waiting for death washed over him.
Qingmu trudged up the mountain from behind Wu Suotun's residence. Not far away at the foot of the mountain, there was a white house, which was Mu Ka's laboratory.
A loud bang came from behind, and a plume of black smoke shot into the sky, blooming into a mushroom shape in mid-air.
Yu Meiren leaned on Qingmu's shoulder, murmuring, "Eighty."