The Scene of Purification
After returning to his hotel, Li Changfeng locked the door and reached into his worn backpack, retrieving the Death Note from the very place the police had searched but failed to see. The ten days of life energy harvested from Fang Yun still circulated through his veins as a faint, comforting warmth. He pulled out his phone and searched for 'Yang Chusheng'.
The 24-year-old on the screen was now a Project Director at Hengtai Group, a man of luxury and influence. But in Li's mind, he was still the yellow haired thug who, at eighteen, had mercilessly beaten the sixty-year-old Old Principal into a hospital bed.
Internal Monologue: "You are not just a mistake, Yang; you are a virus in the veins of this city. I am not a dying victim; I am a Savior, cleaning this world with a surgical strike."
Li gripped his pen. As the ten days' worth of life energy collected from Fang Yun circulated through his veins, his long-suppressed potential began to stir, and he awoke with a cold, terrifying clarity. He was no longer a man awaiting his end; he was a Savior reclaiming the brilliance that had been stolen from him, beginning to compose 'the symphony of fate'.Under Rule 3, the trajectory of death had to remain within the bounds of "reasonable behavior". He decided to weaponize Yang Chusheng's own arrogance and obsession with speed.
The Boardroom of Sharks: Hengtai Group
Inside the Hengtai meeting room, a heavy silence hung over the senior executives. At the head of the table sat Fang Heng, the white-haired founder whose face was a map of calculated wrinkles. Fang Heng mourned the death of his son, Fang Yun, but his sorrow was a cold, fiscal thing a grief over plummeting stock prices and the loss of a talented manager. He had never truly loved Fang Yun, the son of a wife he despised.
"The police are still investigating the cause of death," Fang Heng rasped. "But Hengtai cannot be leaderless. I propose Huateng as the temporary General Manager."
As the board murmured their approval, Fang Heng checked his watch with growing impatience. "Where is Chusheng? Why is he not here yet?"
Li Chusheng known to the world as Yang Chusheng was Fang Heng's secret illegitimate son. Out of a guilty conscience for his inability to acknowledge the boy publicly, Fang Heng had showered him with money and propelled him from a street thug to a director. Today was meant to be his greatest promotion, yet the son he truly cherished was missing.
North Donghai Expressway: The Monument of Atonement
At that moment, Yang Chusheng was screaming down the expressway in his silver Ferrari at 190 km/h, desperate to reach the meeting. The chain of "reasonable coincidences" Li Changfeng had written into the Note began to unfold at the 14-kilometer mark.
A tire pressure warning flashed as the car hit a small, calculated dip in the road; Yang lost control, and the Ferrari spiraled toward a truck carrying construction reinforcements.
A massive steel bar dislodged from the truck and pierced the Ferrari's windshield like a needle. Yang Chusheng did not die instantly; instead, the bar pinned him to his seat through his shoulders, leaving him crucified within his own luxury vehicle. The car came to rest impaled upon the guardrails, suspended several meters in the air like a gruesome piece of modern art.
Traffic ground to a halt as drivers stepped out of their cars, paralyzed by the sight. "What kind of accident is this?" one driver whispered in terror. The sight of the "crucified" figure suspended in the air felt less like a crash and more like a terrifying message of divine punishment. As onlookers recorded the impossible scene, the highway transformed into an open-air morgue.
The Final Act
Back in the boardroom, the doors burst open. A frantic assistant, face ashen, stumbled in. "Chairman! Li Chusheng... he's dead! An accident on the expressway... it's unbelievable..."
Fang Heng's eyes widened with a pain that Fang Yun's death had never touched. The loss of his favorite son was a blow he could not survive; the old man clutched his chest, his world tilting as he nearly collapsed onto the mahogany table.
In his 20-yuan room, Li Changfeng felt the agonizing pain in his stomach vanish, replaced by a surge of life energy more powerful than the last. A new figure shimmered in the corner of the Note:
[Lifespan + 20 Days]
Li smiled as he tucked the notebook back into his bag. His conscience felt as white as snow; he had not merely sought revenge, he had purified the city by erecting an unforgettable monument of justice in its very heart.