My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

"Help me?" The man was puzzled by Zhang Ying's sudden words. He assumed it was the young man's last desperate struggle and said with a cold laugh:

"How are you going to help me? Let me tell you the truth, I have four or five lives on my hands. I risked getting arrested to come to this mall because someone said they could help me! But that person stood me up, and you found out who I am!"

His voice rose, and his expression twisted: "Since I'm going to die anyway after being caught, I don't care about taking another life!!"

Despite the man's descent into madness, Zhang Ying showed no fear. After facing Li Ziqing, he realized his fear threshold had risen considerably. Although he was still somewhat nervous, he wasn't so frightened that he couldn't even muster the will to resist.

He calmly added, "If you help me, I'll help you; if you don't help me, no one can help you! You don't want to live in this world like this, do you?"

The man's expression of doubt deepened. He had threatened many people, and when a knife was held to their throats, they were all terrified and panicked. Some even collapsed, their pants soaked with sweat.

Those people had no intention of resisting their impending death; they either begged for mercy or curled up in a ball, tears streaming down their faces, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.

But the boy in front of me was different. He was only afraid for a few minutes, no, it seemed even his fear was feigned. He was astonishingly calm, able to speak so calmly even with a sharp knife in his hand.

The man's heart stirred slightly. Could it be that this kid really could help him?

"Tell me, how are you going to help me?" the man asked.

Zhang Ying did not answer, but turned his head, looked at the gradually darkening air around him, and smiled.

"You should know that only I can help you. You hate him, right? Are you willing to let him continue to do evil? If you can help me, then I can help you!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" A bad feeling crept into the man's heart. His survival instincts, honed over years of evading police pursuit, were now screaming at the top of his lungs!

Zhang Ying completely ignored the man's words, staring intently at his side. The death spirit attached to the man floated in mid-air, its pure white eyes scrutinizing Zhang Ying's entire body.

He seemed curious as to how the boy in front of him could see him.

"You can help me, right? As long as you nod, I'll help you no matter what your conditions are in the future."

After a slight hesitation, Si Nian nodded.

Zhang Ying's lips curled up in a smile. "Deal made."

A nameless fear spread through the man's heart. His sixth sense was frantically telling him that the boy had done something that could threaten him without his knowledge!

He gritted his teeth and roared, "You little brat, you dare to play me!"

Veins bulged on the man's forehead as he gripped the newspaper-wrapped dagger tightly in his hand, raised his arm to brace himself, and roared, "Die!"

He aimed the sharp knife at Zhang Ying's waist and thrust it forward fiercely!

"Attack!!" Zhang Ying roared!

The deathly thoughts floating around him dispersed, turning into several thin wisps of black mist that rushed into the man's body through his seven orifices!

The man's hand, which was pushing the dagger forward, froze in mid-air. His body stiffened instantly, his eyes rolled upwards, and he went into a daze!

Feeling the hand gripping her wrist weaken, Zhang Ying realized that Si Nian had succeeded. She abruptly broke free from the man's grasp and moved away from him.

He turned to look at the man who was frozen in place, and without the slightest hesitation, clenched his right fist and delivered a powerful Russian hook punch to the man's chin!

Boom! !

The man's jaw was struck hard, and the thought of death escaped his mouth and nose, leaving his body. As soon as he recovered from his stiffness, the blow to his jaw caused his brain to vibrate violently, his consciousness blurred, and he collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the man lying unconscious on the ground, Zhang Ying felt uneasy. He straddled the man and delivered several more punches to his chin. Only after confirming that the man was completely unconscious did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"That was close! Luckily, I won the bet at the last minute." Zhang Ying wiped the sweat from his forehead and kicked the man a few times.

He looked at the Death Thoughts still floating beside him and recalled the situation just now.

If Si Nian hadn't paid attention or agreed to the deal, he would probably be the one lying on the ground.

In an emergency, he had to take a gamble, and luckily he won.

Shifting his gaze to the man, Zhang Ying swallowed hard, took out his phone from his pocket, and prepared to dial 110 to have the police arrest the fugitive.

Just as I pressed the power button on my phone, a string of black text suddenly appeared in front of me.

[Kill him!]

Zhang Ying was startled, but quickly realized that the black characters were coming from Si Nian.

"Does Si Nian want me to kill this man?" Zhang Ying thought to himself, realizing something was wrong, and said to Si Nian:

"His crimes are punishable by death, why should I kill him with my own hands?"

[Kill him! Didn't you say you'd help me no matter my conditions?]

[Kill him!]

[Kill him!]

"Damn it! This death wish is more intelligent than I thought."

Zhang Ying frowned slightly, looking at the Death Thought floating beside him. He took a deep breath and said calmly, "Killing him now is not worthwhile. The law has not yet convicted him. If you let me kill him with my own hands, the criminal proceedings against him will be terminated!"

Do you and those he killed really want to see this incident end so hastily? The greatest injustice to you is that the murderer died here without any punishment or condemnation!

Think about it carefully. I could indeed kill him like this, but wouldn't that be a relief for him? Do you really want to see him die here so easily?

Death Thoughts did not reply and floated silently in mid-air.

[...]

The thought of death transformed into a wisp of black mist and drifted away, disappearing without a trace.

Seeing that Si Nian had left, Zhang Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He kicked the man in front of him twice more, then picked up his phone and dialed 110.

While waiting for the police, he kept a close watch on the man waking up. The thought of death never returned; he didn't know if it had left or dissipated.

Actually, his refusal to agree to Si Nian killing the man wasn't just about what he said; another reason was that if he killed the man now, it would go beyond the scope of self-defense. If he killed the man, he could very likely be convicted of intentional homicide.

He didn't want to be imprisoned for ten years because of a death wish. Besides, he still had to win over Li Ziqing before the 30-day countdown ended. If he failed, he would die too.

The sound of police sirens rang in Zhang Ying's ears, finally easing his tense nerves.

The Eerie Eye was forcibly shut down again, reducing sanity by one.

Feeling a sharp pain in his head, he leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Because his Eerie Eye was off, he didn't notice the extra pair of white eyes reflected in the wall.