My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

The man was short, and judging from his knuckles peeking out from under his clothes, he was rather thin. He wandered back and forth in the crowd, and it was impossible to guess what his purpose was.

Zhang Ying cautiously followed the man for 10 meters, using the passing pedestrians to conceal his whereabouts.

After wandering around the mall, the man didn't stop at any of the shops and walked out directly through a side door.

There were few people at the side entrance of the mall, so Zhang Ying used waiting for the elevator as a cover to observe the man's movements. After seeing the man leave through the side entrance, he waited for a while before following him out.

The light rain outside the mall had stopped, and the air was filled with car exhaust fumes and the earthy smell of the rain.

The side gate connects to alleys leading to various areas. The buildings are densely packed, leaving very little space for pedestrians. There are hardly any shops, and you rarely see pedestrians walking around.

After leaving the mall, Zhang Ying searched everywhere for the man's whereabouts. When he saw the man walk into a fork in the road, he quickly followed.

Zhang Ying followed for a while and saw the man walk into a noodle shop.

The discomfort in his brain had subsided, and the cooldown of the Evil Eye was almost over. Without giving it much thought, Zhang Ying followed into the noodle shop.

The man sat at a table in the corner of the noodle shop, took off his mask, and stuffed a large bowl of noodles into his mouth. He ate as if he had been starving for a long time. If you didn't know better, you would think he was a refugee.

Zhang Ying sat down diagonally opposite the man and ordered a bowl of noodles as well. However, he wasn't in a hurry to eat. Instead, he took out his phone and pretended to send a voice message, saying:

"Baby, I had ramen for lunch today, what about you?"

He held the phone up to his face, his eyes seemingly fixed on the phone, but actually on the man.

Black mist gathered before his eyes, turning the world black and white. Zhang Ying activated his eerie eye and looked at the man's back.

"ah--"

The voice of an old man on his deathbed came from behind the man. A thick, impenetrable black shadow floated beside him, like a standing shadow, its white pupils staring intently at the man's back.

When Zhang Ying saw the dark figure, for some reason, a strange sense of unease arose within him. This dark figure seemed to be an amalgamation of countless evil thoughts; just a glance would engulf him in endless malice.

A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, and information about the shadowy figure popped up on the simulator panel.

[Death wish]

The special spirits born from people who are brutally murdered or commit suicide under unconventional circumstances are a collection of evil thoughts and resentment, and will become monsters if they go further.

Death thoughts often attach themselves to the murderer who killed them or the main person responsible for their death. They can temporarily control the possessed person's consciousness, increase the likelihood of accidents happening around them, make them more susceptible to illness, and make them more difficult to cure.

Will going any further turn into something bizarre?

Zhang Ying frowned slightly. The influence that the Death Thought, as a preparatory supernatural entity, could cause was terrifying. Controlling consciousness, increasing the occurrence of accidents, and prolonging illness were almost equivalent to possessing the power of a supernatural entity.

The conditions that give rise to the thought of death also determine that the person it attaches to is not a good person!

The man before him had a life on his hands. Combined with his heavily disguised clothing and disheveled eating habits, Zhang Ying was almost certain this man was a fugitive!

He didn't leave immediately, and continued speaking into the phone screen in a high-pitched voice, "Baby, it's just ordinary ramen, what's so interesting about it?"

"Okay, okay, I'll take the picture and show it to you."

Zhang Ying turned his phone sideways, pointing the camera at the ramen in front of him, seemingly trying to find a good angle to make the ramen look more appetizing, but in reality, he wanted to capture the face of the man in front of him in the shot.

Click.

The man eating noodles looked up, his cold eyes fixed on Zhang Ying. Zhang Ying's expression remained unchanged as he spoke into the phone in a high-pitched voice:

"How are you, baby? Do you seem to have an appetite?"

He smiled infatuatedly at his phone, while the man lowered his head to continue eating the noodles in his hand.

Zhang Ying's heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally relaxed. After sending a few seemingly casual messages, he put down his phone and focused on eating his noodles. All he wanted now was to finish quickly, leave, and then call the police to confirm whether the man was indeed a fugitive.

The man finished the large bowl of noodles, but instead of leaving immediately, he opened a bottle of ice-cold beer and drank the noodle soup and beer at the same time.

Zhang Ying finished his noodles in a few bites, not wanting to stay there for even a second longer. He got up from his seat, ignored the man, and left the noodle shop.

After leaving the noodle shop for a while, Zhang Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief. He closed his eerie eye and ran away without looking back.

After walking through several winding alleys, he leaned against the wall, catching his breath, and took out his phone from his pocket to call the police.

But then, a calloused hand pressed down on his hand that was reaching into his pocket.

Zhang Ying froze on the spot. The man behind him was close, his breath reeking of alcohol, and his other hand held a sharp object wrapped in newspaper, pressed against Zhang Ying's back.

"You little rascal, you're not exactly honest."

The man's voice was deep and hoarse. Zhang Ying's teeth chattered slightly as he stammered, "B-Big Brother, what are you doing? We've never met before. Isn't this a bit too intimate?"

"You..." The man was momentarily speechless, taken aback by Zhang Ying's unpredictable thinking. After recovering, he said menacingly, "Don't try to play tricks on me! Tell me! Are you an undercover officer?!"

"Brother, you're right! I'm just a high school student, how could I possibly be an undercover police officer?" Zhang Ying said, his voice trembling with tears.

The man sneered, "High school student? Then let me ask you, why have you been following me since the mall? Didn't you capture my face in the photo at the noodle shop earlier?"

Zhang Ying clenched his fists, not expecting that he had been discovered by this man so early. This man's vigilance was even stronger than he had thought.

"Where did I follow you, brother? I was just hungry and wanted to get some noodles. We just happened to be going the same way. I was just taking pictures of my girlfriend's noodles, not you." Zhang Ying tried to continue arguing, but the man moved the sharp object closer to Zhang Ying's back.

"Heh, do you think I don't understand these little tricks? Show me your phone, if it has a picture of my face, you're dead!" The man emphasized the last part of his words, and hearing his crazy tone, Zhang Ying had no doubt about the truthfulness of his words.

"Give me your phone!" the man growled. "Or I'll stab you right now!"

"Okay, okay, big brother, calm down, I'll give you the phone right now."

Now that things have come to this, Zhang Ying's expression has calmed down. He took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

The man grabbed Zhang Ying's wrist, which was holding his phone. As Zhang Ying slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, a cloud of black mist gathered in his pupils. The moment he took his hand out, he suddenly said:

"I can help you."