Chapter 111: Death Spread

Federal Weird Investigation Bureau, Data Analysis Center.

Zhao Kang lifted the Thermal Cup stamped with the character "Fu", and happily took a sip of goji berry and red date tea.

Zhao Kang leaned back in the ergonomic chair, his feet comfortably resting on the desk edge, his gaze scanning the screen over the files that had just been archived.

【Weird Sequence: 011】

【Naming: Revenge Nightmare】

【Threat Level Assessment: C】

【Type Determination: Fierce Ghost】

【Murder Rule: Dream‑Kill, the target dies in the dream and simultaneously in reality】

【Handling Recommendation: The weird entity has fulfilled its core revenge demand by killing four enemies; its resentment is likely to dissipate, or it may enter a long period of silence. Its threat level has dropped significantly, and the dream‑entry trait is hard to track and contain. Recommendation: Do not dispatch an action team for now; switch to long‑term observation, conserving resources for other high‑risk incidents.】

"Done, job's over!"

Zhao Kang snapped his fingers, his face unable to hide his smugness.

Perfect.

The logical chain is clear, the inference is well‑founded.

He loves this job, arranged through connections, far too much.

High pay, easy work; just need to assess the target's level based on gathered data.

The ones who get into trouble and bear responsibility are the people on the scene, while he can slack off and still collect his salary, enjoying elite perks.

It's literally a dream job.

Soon, Zhao Kang's assessment report passed review.

The code 【Revenge Nightmare】, along with that seemingly perfect analysis, was officially entered into the Federal Weird Database.

A potential disaster was so lightly stamped "harmless" by a casually‑minded employee and tossed into an ignored corner.

Meanwhile.

In Seaside City, inside a luxurious villa that overlooks the entire coastline.

"Hey? Dad, is everything taken care of?"

Chen Feng, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, lounged comfortably on the king‑size bed, hugging his hot‑bodied internet‑celebrity girlfriend while taking the call.

A steady‑voiced middle‑aged man spoke on the other end: "Don't worry, it's all settled. The DUI record has been erased, we paid a sum to the victim's family, and it won't flare up again. Be on your best behavior these days and stop causing trouble for me!"

"Got it, got it, you can trust me to handle it." Chen Feng hung up impatiently, his face full of smugness.

"Done!" He waved his phone at his girlfriend boastfully, "See, babe, this is power. Nothing can't be solved with money and connections."

His internet‑celebrity girlfriend immediately planted a fragrant kiss, cooing, "Brother Feng, you're amazing! You make me feel so secure!"

"That's a given."

Chen Feng, buoyed by the praise, casually scrolled through short videos on his phone.

An edited news clip happened to flash by.

In the video, a gaunt man brandished a knife at a middle‑aged man protecting a girl, then was felled by a burst of gunfire.

The comment section below erupted.

【This cop is awesome! Protected the child, fired decisively!】

【The upstairs idiot, didn't you see the whole story? This man's daughter was driven to death by the police officer's daughter's bullying; he's out for revenge!】

【It's just the powerless masses' impotent rage, pitiful and tragic.】

Chen Feng read the "impotent rage of the lower class" comment and, agreeing, gave it a like.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this idiot."

He thrust the phone screen at his girlfriend, his face wearing unabashed mockery.

"The low‑born scum want to gamble with lives, and what's the result? They get shot down, like a dead dog."

"That's their fate, laughable and tragic."

He contemptuously evaluated, his tone full of superior disdain from the upper tier toward the lower.

"Unlike us, Brother Feng— even if the sky falls, Uncle's got it covered." his girlfriend giggled, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"Indeed."

Chen Feng wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's slender waist, blowing warm breath into her ear: "So, reincarnation is a skill. Her daughter's misfortune is because I, as a father, am useless. If I had a daughter, who would dare lay a finger on her? My dad could send the whole opposing family straight to the underworld!"

His internet‑celebrity girlfriend giggled, planted a kiss on his cheek and said, "Brother Feng, you're wicked, but I love it!"

"Is that so? Then I'll make you love me even more tonight!"

Chen Feng gave a devilish grin, tossed the phone aside, and rolled over, pinning his girlfriend beneath him.

Soon, the bedroom was filled with an unbearable sound.

Midnight.

After a bout of vigorous activity, Chen Feng fell into a deep sleep, his snores booming like thunder.

He slept soundly, a faint satisfied smile still curving his lips.

Suddenly.

In his dream, his body suddenly went rigid, beginning to convulse violently and unnaturally.

The magnitude was such that the whole bed emitted a "Creak—creak" protest.

From his throat came a painful, suppressed wail, like a beast whose neck was being strangled by an invisible hand.

"Feng? Feng, what's wrong with you?"

His girlfriend was startled awake beside him.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and by the moonlight filtering through the window, saw Chen Feng's face clearly.

Then, her whole body went rigid.

Chen Feng's eyes bulged, the whites covered with spider‑web‑like blood vessels, staring fixedly at the ceiling.

His facial muscles twisted into an indescribable expression, a mixture of terror, pain, despair, the ultimate blend of all negative emotions.

"Brother Feng! Wake up! Don't scare me!"

The internet celebrity girlfriend panicked, shaking Chen Feng's body wildly while shouting his name loudly.

But Chen Feng gave no response.

He lay rigidly, his body still trembling at a Weird frequency, as if his soul in another dimension endured unimaginable torture.

Then, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

The internet celebrity girlfriend, horrified, saw Chen Feng's corners of the eyes, nostrils, and mouth slowly exude a murky fluid.

Spit and tears ran down his twisted cheek, soaking a large area of the expensive silk pillow.

An indescribable fetid smell began to permeate the air.

"Ah—!!"

The internet celebrity girlfriend could no longer bear this Weird terror and let out a heart‑rending scream.

In the midst of her scream, Chen Feng convulsed wildly a few times before abruptly falling silent.

His breathing also ceased.

The wealthy heir who had only recently mocked life and flaunted privilege died on the million‑value grand bed in the most tragic, Weird manner.

"Chief, come quickly and look!"

Veteran officer Lao Zhou of the Criminal Investigation Team was leading a team to examine the scene.

When he heard his subordinate shout and entered the luxurious bedroom, even the seasoned veteran was shocked to the marrow by the corpse's condition.

So tragic.

The expression was more horrifying than any corpse he had ever handled.

"What… what the hell did you see?" Lao Zhou couldn't help cursing.

Shortly after, his phone rang.

It was a colleague calling.

"Lao Zhou! Is something happening over there too? We just received a report—a wealthy heir died at home, the death scene… exactly the same as what you just reported back to the bureau!"

The line hadn't been hung up when another call came in.

"Team Leader Zhou! The South City Branch also reported a case—deceased named Wang Hao! Also a wealthy heir!"

Third case…

Fourth case…

The calls came one after another like death‑summoning talismans.

The case files, like snowflakes, gathered on the City Bureau chief's desk.

The chief's temples throbbed as he reviewed the victims' information.

Those involved in drunk‑driving accidents, gang brawls, drug use, bullying classmates…

Without exception, they were all 'problem youths' from wealthy, powerful families.

From middle school, high school, and even a few currently in university.

His office phone had been blown up with calls.

The affluent businessmen and omniscient officials, who usually chatted as brothers, now roared on the phone like lunatics, demanding an explanation.

"Director Zhang! My son is dead! He died in his own home! You damn it must give me an answer!"

"Twenty‑four hours! I give you twenty‑four hours! If you can't find the killer, you won't be chief any longer!"

The chief felt his head about to explode, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

Previously, when anti‑corruption investigations almost caught him, he wasn't this nervous.

Meanwhile.

Dong Lin City, Ling Chang City, Jiang Hai City…

In every corner of the Federation, the same tragedy continues to unfold.

Each 'Heaven's favored son' shielded by power and money meets their overdue judgment in sleep, in the same way.

These seemingly unrelated 'sudden death' cases were eventually consolidated by urgent orders to a single location.

Federal Weird Investigation Bureau.

The Revenge Nightmare that was casually rated C‑level, deemed 'resentment dissipated'.

Far from being silent.

On the contrary…

Like a silent plague, it swept across the entire Federation in an instant.