Chapter 76

It's not easy for a new book to finally appear on the starting point ranking, and it's immediately accused of vote rigging. Even Futu has been affected. As an author who has been writing for four to five years and is still a fresh-faced newcomer, I hope you could help me rig some votes. Really!

Back then, with 8,000 collections, I managed to climb to the recommendation list. I don't want to cause too much trouble with this book; I just want to quietly write for you to read. Otherwise, if they dare to say I rigged votes, I would beat those foul-mouthed guys to death!

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Killing a person is easy.

But making someone die 'normally' or disappear completely is not an easy task.

Zhao Futu has countless ways to kill someone, but if he wants the person to die very 'naturally' without arousing any suspicion, it's not that simple. After all, he is not a professional killer. Even if he can cause someone to die from cerebral hemorrhage, myocardial infarction, or even delay death by one or two weeks by striking vital points, he cannot avoid leaving marks on the body.

The other party's identity is not simple; he should be a very powerful person.

Aunt Lan pulled him away forcefully to avoid a conflict with such a person!

When under someone else's roof, one has to bow.

The current ruling party is no longer the revolutionary predecessors we once admired. History always likes to return to its starting point. The people who were once overthrown eventually returned to their positions, and later deliberately formed new rules. Regardless of whether the new officials are willing or not, they have to follow these rules, or they will be directly eliminated.

Zhongtu is never short of young people with ideals and aspirations, both inside and outside the party, in various industries. However, many have been worn down and become disheartened.

It is difficult for upright officials to emerge in Zhongtu. The environment is tragic, just like Zhao Futu's former job. When a group of top-notch writers began mass-producing low-quality content, an invisible rule template began to form. We can accept a few people making money by selling template content, but we cannot accept the formation of a template rule! Zhao Futu remembers clearly that even among the already famous veteran writers, many have fallen into this rule. If someone were to deliberately count, they would find the answer shocking!

If it really completes one day,

Then the only choices will be to either completely shatter it or wait for it to collapse on its own.

This is the terrifying nature of rules.

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To kill someone and leave no trace.

Zhao Futu cannot let this incident involve Aunt Lan, so he must make the other party die completely!

The next spatial mission is the legendary Gold-level main quest. He doesn't know if he can survive and return. If he dies in there, he cannot leave any隐患 for Aunt Lan! So if he really cannot make the other party die 'naturally,' he must destroy the body and make the other party's traces in this world completely disappear!

There are countless missing persons in this world, and given the middle-aged man's behavior, there should be many who want him dead.

Zhao Futu's steps were steady. He found that after returning from the space, he had unconsciously developed many habits, such as always being alert and thinking. He clearly used his brain more than before, and even his way of thinking had become broader and sharper. The brain becomes more efficient with use. In his previous peaceful life, he didn't need to use his brain much, but in the space, his mind never stopped!

Intelligence is innate, but wisdom can be cultivated, through time and experience.

Can't think or calculate as well as others?

Then think more, think even more, and use your brain more!

Even a foolish person, if he survives a few plots in the space by chance, his intelligence level will increase linearly. Perhaps there were no wise people in the space originally, but as more people started to use their brains, wise people began to appear. Who can say that those so-called wise people were not once miserable in real life?

In the past, he would probably have just angrily wanted to beat up that man, but now from the beginning, he only wanted to kill, and how to kill without leaving any trace.

The space taught him a lesson: dead people are the safest. If they are still not safe (like in a biohazard), then make them die even more thoroughly!

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Zhao Futu quietly sneaked into the parking lot of the Hyatt Hotel. Before entering, he accidentally discovered something interesting.

His nightmare private space can also store things from reality. However, most items cannot be taken out of the nightmare space, meaning they are in a sealed and space-occupying state. This made him feel that things were much easier, as the space cannot store living things but can store any inanimate object.

So, as long as the living becomes inanimate, he can store it.

He is now a sergeant, and his private space is 5 cubic meters, a not too large or small space. If used to store people, it can easily hold seven or eight.

There were no cameras in the parking lot. Zhao Futu stood at a hidden corner of the entrance.

He bought a pack of cigarettes and hid in the shadows. He rarely smoked before, but after returning from the space, he found it a good way to relieve stress.

The man was in a large private room, and there were others dining with him. Zhao Futu didn't ask Aunt Lan much, but it was just before eight, and Aunt Lan only had one drink before realizing something was wrong and hiding in the bathroom. The middle-aged man should not have left yet. He couldn't enter the hotel now because appearing there again would raise suspicion.

Half an hour.

Zhao Futu had great patience, so when the man he was waiting for appeared, he was not anxious.

"It's you!..." The man also saw Zhao Futu emerging from the shadows. He had drunk a lot but was still very clear-headed. When he saw Zhao Futu, a look of fear appeared on his face because he had done something wrong, but he quickly regained his courage, not just because of his status but also because he had three men with him.

These were his business friends and one of the excuses he used to invite the woman out.

His status was not low, and these people were all trying to curry favor with him. Even those who noticed he had secretly drugged the woman just smiled knowingly.

People tend to gather with those of similar nature, and these people had all done such things before!

"What do you want to do!?" The middle-aged man was ultimately still afraid because Zhao Futu's gaze was too sharp.

However, Zhao Futu's response was simple.

"Snap!"

A body with a broken neck fell to the ground, followed by a second and a third. When Zhao Futu's pale fingers touched the man's throat, he finally reacted, trying to shout, but he could no longer breathe.

His face turned red, and he wanted to beg, threaten, and tell the other party that if he did this, he would not escape either, and the woman would not escape either.

But he had no chance to say anything more.

Because Zhao Futu directly twisted off his head!

Four bodies, in less than three seconds. At this moment, Zhao Futu realized what kind of existence he had become to ordinary people! A normal adult male was now as fragile as an ant in front of him. He could easily crush their throats, smash their skulls with one palm, and shatter their internal organs with one punch!

In the face of absolute power, everything was so pale, fragile like a thin layer of a hymen.

The four bodies were stored in the private space, and they would no longer have any trace in this world. Zhao Futu checked the bodies piled up in the space and found an interesting and eerie prompt:

"Body (adult male): Special material, used for necromancy, ** anatomy, shadow alchemy, can be brought into the nightmare space, can be sold after entering the space to exchange for 10 survival points."

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This was a very eerie prompt.

Zhao Futu lit a cigarette and disappeared from the parking lot, then quickly left.

When he returned to Aunt Lan's house, it was already 8:15. He walked into the study and lit another cigarette. This was his first time killing in reality, but he felt no emotion, as if he had casually killed a chicken, completely indifferent!

"The space has really changed people!"

Zhao Futu smoked and, in the smoke, opened his computer. The desktop was a photo from four years ago, with Aunt Lan smiling happily in the middle, a young and shy Zhao Futu on the left, and a cute little girl on the right, holding a fluffy koala but pouting, looking unhappy.

Her name was Nalan Dou, Aunt Lan's daughter, a very cute little girl.

However, her relationship with Zhao Futu was not good because she always thought Zhao Futu had taken away part of her mother's love and liked to oppose him.

Similarly, from a single-parent family, his mother was very strict with him from a young age, demanding that he be independent, self-reliant, and strong, sometimes as strict as a teacher to a student. Zhao Futu understood his mother's expectations and knew that the poor family situation meant he could not be pampered like other children. But deep down, he also yearned for his mother's indulgence.

Aunt Lan's appearance made up for all of this. She always indulged him, sometimes even excessively.

At that young age, Nalan Dou also didn't get along with Zhao Futu because of this. Both women were very strange; his mother was very strict with him but very indulgent with Nalan Dou, to the point where Zhao Futu was jealous. She would knit a thick sweater for him in winter, but for Nalan Dou, she would spend a week knitting a beautiful white rabbit, putting a lot of effort into it.

Both women had very strange ways of thinking!

When his mother passed away, Zhao Futu was the most heartbroken, but Nalan Dou was the one who cried the most.

The little girl, although she liked to oppose him, was also the person closest to him. He watched her grow from a little girl into a lively teenager.

Time is the true sediment of emotion.

His feelings for Aunt Lan were very special, starting from when he became an adult, but he didn't dare to think too much about it then, and he still doesn't now.

He is not afraid of killing or death, but at this moment, he lacks the courage.

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On the computer, a QQ avatar was jumping. Zhao Futu liked to hang out in QQ groups and watch others chat, occasionally saying a few words.

The group was called 'Final Redemption,' and a girl named 'Yi Yitian' was asking, "Men are called 'lubing,' what are women called?"

Zhao Futu lightly typed two words: "Roudao."

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(Ps: The laptop is out of power. I can only continue when I get back.)

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