The ‘madman’ turns the tables: Husband locked in a psychiatric ward suddenly livestreams his wife’s entire web of crimes!
PART 1: THE SHADOW CONSPIRACY AND THE MASK OF THE PERFECT WIFE
In a modern city where sparkling skyscrapers obscured hidden schemes, the small family of that man once stood as a symbol of fulfillment and public admiration. He was a genius inventor, having spent his youth immersed in the laboratory to create revolutionary technological patents that transformed an entire industry’s operations and yielded immense profits beyond ordinary imagination. The wife by his side always wore the cloak of gentleness and tenderness, with a ready smile on her lips and hands dedicated to caring for her husband’s every meal and sleep amid the praises of all relatives and friends.
Yet, that glamorous world was merely a thin facade masking a bottomless greed gnawing from within. The wife had long since ceased to find satisfaction in a tranquil life, craving instead absolute power and the staggering fortune registered under her husband’s name. To realize this ambition, she had secretly colluded with the family’s personal lawyer—a foxy, polished man outwardly, but ruthless at heart, who was also her clandestine lover of many years. Together, they mapped out a meticulous plan to strip the brilliant inventor of his entire empire.
Instead of choosing public divorce or legal asset disputes—which would face countless legal hurdles and tarnish their reputation—they opted for a far more ruthless and sophisticated path: transforming the legitimate owner of the fortune into someone “deprived of civil capacity.”
Day after day, amidst cozy family meals beautifully prepared, a biological toxin in extremely minute doses, completely colorless and tasteless, was stealthily mixed into the husband’s food or drink. This toxin possessed slow-acting properties targeting the central nervous system without leaving traces in routine tests, yet causing severe memory impairment, cognitive disorders, systemic fatigue, and extreme psychological panic.
Within weeks, the man of sharp intellect and extraordinary mind began to feel a terrifying abnormality in his body. He grew forgetful; complex formulas suddenly blurred in his mind, and sudden dizziness made him collapse on his office floor. The wife would appear right on cue, with eyes full of deep concern and teardrops streaming down her cheeks, tenderly helping him to bed and summoning their private doctor.
No one suspected that devoted care. Even the husband himself, during the early stages poisoned by the toxin, fully believed he had contracted a rare hereditary neurodegenerative disease. The wife acted devastated and helpless before her husband’s worsening condition, repeatedly sighing before relatives and friends, thereby step-by-step legitimizing the process of committing him to an isolated private psychiatric hospital tucked away in a quiet suburb, under the heart-wrenching excuse: “So he can receive the most intensive and best treatment from top professors.”
From the moment the heavy door of the isolation ward clicked shut, severing all contact with the outside world, the wife naturally stepped into the role of legal representative, holding absolute power to sign documents transferring assets, shares, and patents worth thousands of billions of dong. In her eyes and the lawyer’s, the game was settled, and victory was well within their grasp.
PART 2: THE SANE MADMAN AND THE UNDERGROUND DEFENSE SYSTEM
Inside the stark, suffocating, and cold room of the isolated treatment ward, the husband was immersed in a world of hallucinations induced by toxins and physical exhaustion. Bribed medical staff repeatedly injected high-dose sedatives, forcing him to sign transfer papers under the guise of “medical treatment.”
Yet what the ruthless wife and lawyer could never anticipate was the resilience and genius intellect of an inventor who refused to be subdued.
From the very first days he felt abnormal physical declines, when his memory began to inexplicably fray, a fierce survival instinct drove him to quietly investigate on his own. Using mini handheld chemical analysis devices he always carefully concealed in personal belongings for his research work, he secretly sampled the food and drinks brought by his wife. The test results displayed on the tiny screen dealt a fatal blow to his heart: he was not suffering from a natural illness; he was being slowly poisoned by the very woman sharing his bed.
Recognizing the deadly danger, if he exposed them immediately or tried to escape, he would instantly be silenced by the web of power and money woven by the adulterous pair everywhere. No one outside would believe the words of a deteriorating “mental patient.” Therefore, he made the boldest and riskiest decision of his life: Feign madness.
Every day passed in the isolated ward as a life-or-death drama. Before doctors and surveillance cameras, he played the part of a genuine madman, screaming hopelessly, smashing furniture, or staring blankly into empty space. But at night, when darkness fell and the world slept, he maximized brief lucid moments achieved by actively expelling toxins through sweat and refraining from consuming poisoned food.
With the technical prowess of a technology inventor, he secretly built and concealed tiny microchips integrating ultra-sharp cameras and omnidirectional microphones inside his collars, shoe soles, and daily utensils. Throughout months of imprisonment, every deceitful visit from his wife, every plotting conversation between her and the lawyer in the hospital room about stealing assets, even their arrogant laughter when thinking he had been reduced to a total cripple—all were completely and sharply captured down to every frame.
Not stopping there, he programmed a special automated encryption system linking these recording devices to an independent overseas cloud server protected by state-of-the-art encryption layers immune to remote intrusion or deletion. This system operated on a strict safety protocol: every twenty-four hours, he had to perform a safety confirmation action from his personal device. If no confirmation signal came from him within ninety days—implying he had been eliminated or completely lost control—the entire database of criminal evidence, audio logs, videos, and forged transfer documents would automatically be publicly broadcast across major global media platforms, while being directly transmitted to the secure inbox of the high-level economic crime investigation police.
The ninetieth day of the countdown finally arrived.
PART 3: THE SHAREHOLDERS’ MEETING AND THE VERDICT ON THE BIG SCREEN
The downtown skyscraper gleamed with festive lights on a beautiful morning. In the grand conference room on the top floor, housing top leadership, the board of directors, and major shareholders of the leading technology corporation, the atmosphere was solemn and buzzing.
Today was the final power transfer signing ceremony, marking the milestone where absolute ownership and a thousand-billion-dong fortune officially belonged to the wife and the lawyer under the guise of legal guardians for the “seriously ill” inventor.
The wife appeared in luxurious designer wear, glowing with radiance, her lips curving into an unmistakable smirk of triumph. The lawyer beside her adjusted his collar, his eyes filled with arrogance and satisfaction as he looked at the thick dossier resting in the center of the conference table. Both stood at the pinnacle of fame and wealth, preparing to toast champagne to celebrate the flawless drama they had meticulously directed for so long.
“Respected shareholders,” the wife stood to speak in a sweet, falsely authoritative tone, holding a gold-plated pen ready to press down on the important document. “Due to my husband’s completely exhausted health and loss of cognitive capacity, I request permission as a family representative to finalize the final legal procedures to maintain the stable development of the corporation…”
Just as the nib was about to touch the paper, the giant LED screen occupying an entire wall of the conference room suddenly flickered, went black, then automatically turned back on with a brilliant glow.
No financial report appeared. Instead, a sharp video with vivid sound rang out crystal clear through the conference room’s high-powered speaker system.
The first image appearing on screen plunged the entire space into a deadly silence. It was a clear view inside the luxurious living room from months ago, where the wife smiled contentedly as she stealthily poured a colorless powder into a hot bowl of soup before serving it to her husband. Following that were numerous recorded clips and audio logs of secret exchanges between her and the lawyer in the hospital room, detailing plans on how to poison, forge signatures, misappropriate assets, and discard the husband once his utility was exhausted.
Hundreds of people in the conference room sat frozen. Shareholders stared wide-eyed at one another, pens slipping from their hands onto the table. The lawyer’s face drained of all color, turning pale as he rushed forward to unplug the screen’s power source, but it was already too late.
At that exact moment, the grand double doors of the conference room burst open. Uniformed economic crime police officers and criminal investigators strode in resolutely, sealing off all aisles. The commanding officer walked straight toward the head table, loudly reading out emergency arrest warrants for the wife and lawyer on charges of attempted murder, fraud for asset misappropriation, and forgery of organizational documents.
The wife collapsed to the floor, her designer handbag rolling away, her mouth stuttering incoherently in extreme panic. The lawyer was cuffed immediately, bowing his head in humiliation and despair.
Yet the shock of those inside the conference room did not stop there. The LED screen transitioned to a live-streamed feed from the isolated suburban treatment ward.
From the doors of the strictly sealed isolation ward, a figure slowly stepped into the light. The man wore a crisp, neat suit, a calm posture, a sharp visage, bright and resolute eyes completely devoid of any trace of memory loss or neurological exhaustion. It was the brilliant inventor—the true master of this tech empire.
He walked up to the live camera frame, directing his gaze straight toward the conference room where the wife sat helplessly on the floor, speaking in a deep, calm yet chillingly bone-piercing voice through the sound system:
“Thank you for so diligently ‘caring’ for me all this time inside the glass cage you built yourself. Unfortunately, the play ends sooner than you thought. Now, it’s time to return everything to its rightful owner, and begin a long-term sentence for the traitors.”
The wailing sirens of police cars echoed, tearing apart the sky outside the skyscraper. Under the brilliant lights of the modern city, the ambitious game officially concluded with the complete collapse of the wicked, restoring absolute justice to the intellect and sanity that had stubbornly crossed the boundaries of life and death.
