Crime Scott (1-2)

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Chapter 1 It's been an hour since I woke up in the hospital, and I'm still trying to figure out what happened to me. That day, after auditing a criminal law professor's class at National Taiwan University, I bumped my head into the professor amidst the shoving of the anti-death penalty protesters. Although that wasn't the reason I ended up in the hospital, I believe that collision will bring an indelible change to my life. If you stare at a strong light source for a while, an afterimage of that light source will remain in your eyes. This is the result of visual persistence, and now my eyes are involuntarily reacting to this; however, this reaction comes inexplicably, unrelated to the light source, and it's not just one afterimage at a time, but three afterimages each time, with a number attached in the middle. My hospitalization is related to those three afterimages. I remember that right after my head hit the criminal law professor, as soon as I regained consciousness, I glared fiercely at the anti-death penalty protester who pushed me. He was a middle-aged man, about 170 centimeters tall, about 5 centimeters shorter than me, and looked quite thin. I wasn't in a good mood after he pushed me, and I even had the urge to punch him, hoping his head would hit the member next to him who was holding up a sign and shouting. The image of him getting a nosebleed from it even flashed through my mind. Then, I started seeing those three afterimages: one near the outer corner of each eye, and one right in the center near my brow. All three had a white background; the white circle on the right had a 10 inside, the one on the left had a 5, and the one in the center of my brow also had a 5. My first thought was surprise, but then a scene from the manga Dragon Ball flashed through my mind. When Raditz, Goku's (Carrot's) brother, landed on Earth, a farmer with a gun pretended to fire. Raditz then used a power level detector, called "Scott" in the manga, a high-tech device that looks somewhat like a monocle with a chain attached to the back, typical of medieval Europe. Raditz detected that the farmer's combat power was only 5, cursed him as "scum," and then the panicked farmer fired a few shots. Raditz took the bullets without a scratch and easily killed the farmer. At that moment, I must have been out of my mind to think those three circles were also related to combat power. If the combat power was only 5 to 10, I was taller than that member of the "deadbeat group," had completed my military service, and had basic physical strength; there was no reason I couldn't beat him. The instant "combat power only 5, scum" flashed through my mind, I rushed over, intending to actually punch him in retaliation for the earlier shove. The next scene was me waking up in a hospital bed, rubbing my swollen chin, trying to process everything. Damn, I was such an idiot to believe a manga plot, and even more ridiculously, how could I believe those three circles on my body were actually estimates of combat power? Sigh, I should read fewer manga in the future. Not long after I woke up in the emergency room bed, a nurse came to check on me. The nurse in charge of my bed was a woman with big eyes who looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, about 165 cm tall, and spoke softly. Unfortunately, my condition wasn't serious, so I couldn't stay in this comfortable bed any longer. Otherwise, with free meals and pretty nurses, it would be much better than my life outside the hospital. "Are you feeling better?" she asked, revealing her neat teeth, her voice as sweet as a gentle Wu dialect. "Mmm." Actually, I'm not exactly a quiet person, but someone like me always prefers to keep a low profile. "Are you a student at National Taiwan University?" She pulled the blanket up for me, and I reflexively avoided her gaze, but involuntarily looked up at her chest and saw her name: Huang Qianyi. "Why do you ask that?" I quickly looked away again, frowning in suspicion. "Because you were brought to the emergency room from National Taiwan University," Huang Qianyi said with a smile, revealing her adorable dimples. "Um, I study at the National Taiwan University Graduate Institute of Law." Actually, I was only auditing criminal law courses because of financial needs, but at that moment, I suddenly felt that lying about being a student at National Taiwan University to gain her favor didn't seem so bad. "A high achiever." The nurse's eyes showed approval. What high achiever? I've never been called that in my life, though I've been called an animal a few times. In the instant she bent down to check my IV drip and the injection site on my arm, I saw the lines of her underwear through her tight white pants. Although it wasn't very obvious, the outline of her sexy buttocks, combined with her gentle attitude towards me, suddenly gave me the urge to touch her buttocks. I thought, why not take advantage of the moment she turns around and extend my left hand, which is receiving an IV drip, a little bit? That way, when she turns around, she can touch my hand on her own initiative. That way, it won't be considered sexual harassment, and I can also taste the firmness of this nurse's little buttocks to see if it's soft or hard. The moment that thought crossed my mind, those three circles reappeared in my vision. Damn, were these three circles going to stick with me forever? This time, however, the circles had different background colors and different numbers. The right circle was gold with the number 95 inside; the left circle was white with the number 5 inside; and the top center circle was white with the number 0 inside! I was slightly disappointed because I was certain those numbers had nothing to do with the lottery or the power lottery; number 95 didn't seem like a revealed number at all. At that very instant, my left hand still reached out as planned, and as I expected, Sister Huang Qianyi's butt touched my hand as she turned around! Actually, I'm not very brave, and I didn't really try to grab it. I just let her touch me lightly. Then she exclaimed softly, "Sorry, are you alright?" She thought it was her carelessness that she bumped into me, especially since my left hand was still on an IV drip. She was worried that the touch might dislodge the needle or something, and she actually apologized to me. Even though I deliberately reached out, she didn't notice. I, having gotten the benefit, exaggeratedly supported my left hand with my right, saying, "My hand broke when you bumped into me with your peach, sister." "Hmph, how indecent," the pretty lady Huang said, unperturbed. She reached out and lightly tapped my forehead to make sure I was okay before moving on to other patients. Now that I've calmed down and thought about it, this lady's fighting power range is really wide, from 0 to 95. Although I can't even beat a middle-aged man with a fighting power of 5 to 10, there's no way this lady could beat me! This number definitely isn't fighting power. It's neither an open secret nor a combat strength indicator, so what does this number actually represent? Never mind, I'll figure it out another day. Sigh, my head doesn't hurt anymore, and I don't have a fever. I think if I sleep another night, I'll probably be kicked out of the ER and back to my life as a social outcast. Just thinking about it gives me a headache! Even though I'm on the run from debt collectors, a social outcast, my family is still managing to pay my health insurance, which is why I have this good environment to rest in. The thought of going back to the streets and not having enough to eat makes me...
what? You ask why I'm almost starving, yet I still have the energy to audit criminal law courses at National Taiwan University? Don't you know that everything is about expertise these days? As a professional but low-key social outcast, I know everything about theft, robbery, and fraud, but I'm not an expert in any of them, which is why I'm almost starving. But if I were to actually commit a few big crimes, this scoundrel wouldn't dare. I thought I'd go to National Taiwan University to audit criminal law courses first, to find out how many years I'd be imprisoned for different crimes. "You can be discharged after the IV drip is finished." The nurse, Sister Qianyi, who had just finished her work at the bedside, turned and smiled at me. Although she was a bit older, slightly past thirty, with her looks, a one-night stand in Taipei would probably cost around 5000. I wondered how exciting it would be to take her right there in this bustling emergency room. Damn! Those three circles reappeared, but this time, while the right circle was still white, the left circle was gold, and the top circle was also gold, with the numbers 0, 100, and 100 respectively!
I think I've figured out a pattern: lower numbers are circled in white, and higher numbers in gold. And it seems the lowest number is 0 and the highest is 100, though I don't quite understand their actual meaning yet. Don't worry, I wouldn't actually do anything to that woman in the ER. Even if I did, I'd wait until after I'm discharged. Okay, enough about that. What I need to worry about is what to eat for my first meal after discharge. I only have 14 yuan left! I could buy some oden and drink all the soup I want, but that would be really pathetic. I've sneaked into people's homes before, stealing over 50 yuan in change—a veritable "Phantom Thief—Loser III"! How can I abandon my dignity as a marginalized person, not even try anything criminal, and just wallow in self-pity by eating a single oden meal?! After quickly packing my belongings, I checked out. I thought of an old trick, but it felt a little guilty. I planned to go to the basketball court at National Taiwan University, pretend to be a student, and steal their bags or valuables when they were off guard! At 28, if I combed my hair neatly, shaved cleanly, and took a good shower, with my fairly refined appearance, no one would doubt that I was a student. I had just showered and shaved the day before yesterday to audit classes at NTU; otherwise, that nurse wouldn't have been so polite to me, and I wouldn't have been sent to the hospital, but rather to a homeless shelter. Although I hadn't paid tuition yet had audited so many classes, and even considered stealing money from students, these feelings of guilt made me a little sad, but hunger and cold drove me to steal, and I couldn't resist. I decided on the NTU basketball court!
Soon I found my target. I spotted a student taking out change to buy a drink and then putting the coin purse into his backpack without zipping it up. But the bag was right there by the basketball court, and there were many students around, so it seemed inconvenient to steal from him. No problem, I'll just use 10 yuan of my remaining 14 yuan to buy a 250ml bottle of barley-flavored black tea and put it next to his bag. Then I'll chat with the students around me. When the owner is positioned in the restricted area with his back to me, I'll casually pick up the barley-flavored black tea, and then use a little trickery to take out my coin purse from my backpack. Dinner will be sorted! Damn it, here we go again. Just as my supposedly flawless, but almost desperate, criminal plan was running through my mind, those three circles reappeared. The right circle was purple (85), the left circle was yellow (40), and the top circle was purple (80). Damn, so many new colors! I'm dizzy. I haven't even figured out what the numbers mean yet. But generally speaking, the colors just follow the numbers; the higher the number, the darker the surrounding circles. So 0 to 10 is white, 40 is a slightly darker yellow, 80 to 85 is an even deeper purple, and 95 to 100 is a dazzling gold. Never mind! I've thought of other ways to fill my stomach, but I'm starving, and if I don't do this, I'll have to become a beggar! Huh? I think I understand something. Stealing students' spare change is the most feasible method I've assessed. Even if I get caught on the spot, the surveillance cameras are too far away to provide clear evidence. Could the difficulty of committing a crime be related to numbers like 80 or 85? Thinking back, when do these numbers appear in my mind? The first time was when I wanted to beat up members of the despotism group, the second time was when I wanted to touch nurse Huang Qianyi's butt, the third time was when I wanted to rape her in the emergency room, and the fourth time is now. It seems that whenever I want to commit a crime, these numbers appear. I've labeled these four events a, b, c, and d in order. Based on the success rate of the crime being approximately b = d > a > c, the corresponding numbers for these events are: a: 5, 5, 10; b: 5, 0, 95; c: 100, 100, 0; d: 40, 80, 85. The number on the far right likely corresponds to the success rate b = d][a][c. Clearly, because I created the scenario of nurse Huang Qianyi touching my hand with her buttocks while I was in the hospital, it would be difficult for her to successfully accuse me of sexual harassment or indecent assault. However, with so many people on the basketball court who could provide evidence, my chances of being prosecuted, while still low, are significantly higher than the chance of sexually harassing Huang Qianyi. Therefore, the difficulty of the crime, or the success rate, is definitely higher for b than for d. Since b is 95% and d is 85%, this aligns with my deduction. The rightmost circle represents the success rate of the crime, with numbers increasing from difficult to easy, and colors increasing from light to dark. So, the time I tried to beat up the anti-death group, the success rate was low, only 10%, and I ended up getting KO'd. The time I tried to grope Sister Qianyi's butt in the emergency room had a 95% success rate, and I succeeded. As for the last time I tried to rape the nurse in the emergency room, the probability was undoubtedly 0! No way? Ever since I bumped my head into the criminal law professor, I've gained a natural human Scott that can detect the difficulty of crimes. Haven't I become rich since then? But what's the purpose of the remaining two circles? Already dizzy from hunger, I don't want to figure these things out yet. I just want to quickly steal the coin purse to fill my stomach. Although the success rate of stealing a coin purse isn't low, 85%, it's better to be safe than sorry. More importantly, I need to quickly test whether my deduction is correct in light of my current situation. That bastard sitting in my old office, enjoying the air conditioning, bears absolute responsibility. He's the one who made me impoverished, and I will definitely repay him a hundredfold! I'll kill his whole family! Hmm, hmm, hmm… Ah, why haven't the three circles appeared yet? I want to know how easy it is for him to kill his whole family. If the success rate is over 80%, I'll go and wipe out his entire family right now, even the cockroaches! I won't even spare a pregnant cockroach! Could it be that my deduction is wrong? These circles have nothing to do with the crime? No problem, let's lower the difficulty a bit. What if I ambushed him in the underground parking lot while he's at work and stabbed him? A vivid scene flashed through my mind, and the image of him lying on the ground groaning after being stabbed was also clearly in my mind. After all, that building used to be where my company was located, and the parking space he parked in used to be mine; the current head of Longhe Company—Cai Weizhan—used to be my best friend! Here they come, from left to right: 50, 100, 80. Hmm, it seems like stabbing him suddenly isn't too difficult. What if I kick him? The three circles immediately reappeared: 15, 100, 100! Okay, okay, what if it's in a dark parking lot, and I want to humiliate him by sneaking up on him from behind and sodomizing his disgusting anus? 95, 100, 0. Haha, okay, I'm sure now. The circle on the right definitely indicates a high success rate for the crime. A sudden kick is definitely easier than stabbing him; if he hasn't had anal sex before, without dilation and lubrication, the success rate of stabbing his anus is almost zero! It seems my reasoning on the right is completely correct! And I think I have a better idea of the circle in the middle too. I'll think about it more after I've filled my stomach. But why doesn't the circle appear when I want to kill his whole family? Is it because the method or situation isn't specific enough?
Okay, this time I'll go to the building manager's office first, saying I'm a friend of Chairman Cai Weizhan and want to surprise him, so I'll go directly to his door. To gain the manager's trust and trick him into letting me in, I'll tell him Cai Weizhan's phone number, license plate number, family situation, etc., in great detail. Then he finally agrees to let me up, but he'll have to keep my ID and register my name and phone number. Since the elevator requires a key card, I'll pretend to make a phone call at the elevator entrance, and then follow a resident upstairs when they want to go up. Then I'll lie in wait in the stairwell where there are only two apartments on each floor. When it's almost closing time, and I'm sure Cai Weizhan is taking out his key to unlock his own door, I'll rush up from behind and stab him a few times. Then, before he dies, I'll take out a bottle of gasoline that I've already packed in my backpack, pour it on his desperate pool of blood, mix the blood with the gasoline, and then set the gasoline on fire at their doorstep, so that the whole family of three will perish in the flames amidst Cai Weizhan's screams! "100, 100, 60." Hmm, not bad, still a 60% success rate. 60 corresponds to orange, and the two 100 circles correspond to gold, which confirms my deduction that the colors simply follow the numbers. As for the 100 in the middle, I deduce it represents the victim's hatred towards me. Therefore, every time I retaliate against Cai Weizhan, his hatred towards me is 100%. After all, he's inferior to me in every way, and he finally managed to take everything from me through underhanded means. If I were to take it back, or stab him in the back, kick him, or kill his whole family, it wouldn't be surprising if his hatred were 100%. Now, what if we do something mischievous based on what we've just discussed? First, I'd ambush him in the stairwell, and when Cai Weizhan is halfway down the door, I'd use chloroform (available at chemical supply stores) to knock him unconscious from behind. Then I'd ring the doorbell, letting his 26-year-old wife, Cheng Qingzhi, see her husband lying at the door through a fisheye lens. In her panic, Cheng Qingzhi would neglect to check for danger before opening the door, and then I'd also knock her unconscious with chloroform. Then I dragged her inside, then dragged Cai Weizhan inside too, and closed the door. Based on my knowledge of criminal law, this is a crime of coercion, unlawful detention, and intrusion into a residence! Judge, please give me a light! "100, 100, 80." Not bad, not bad, left, center, and right are gold, gold, and purple respectively. Lin Bei drew a purple card again, awesome! What if, on this basis, I used tape to bind Cai Weizhan tightly, fixing him to a chair so he couldn't move at all, then dragged his baby from the stroller into the living room, and then used tape to fix his wife, Cheng Qingzhi, who, although she had given birth to one child, still looked young and beautiful, to the living room floor in a starfish shape, and then brutally raped her for his child and husband to see? "100, 100, 95." This time all three are gold cards, hehe, but what about that 5% failure rate? Did they think I'd be too weak to rape her, or would I give up because of the smell of his wife's seafood?
Damn, I'm starving! I need to eat first! Finally, I nervously approached the group of sweating guys, put down my barley tea, and started chatting: "You guys are really accurate! That run-and-gun style, like the Phoenix Suns!" "No, haha." They waved their hands, panting. Although accurate, without a rebounding advantage, they were now obediently resting on the sidelines. "I'm a law student, our team probably can't beat you guys." Would directly stating that I was a law student make it easier to steal? I quickly rehearsed my plan to steal the coin purse, and "blue 25, purple 90, gold 95" flashed before my eyes. Huh? Compared to "40, 80, 85" before even reaching the basketball court, I could understand the success rate increasing from 85 to 95, and I was almost certain that my understanding of the circle on the right was completely correct—that was the crime success rate! But why did 40 drop to 25, while 80 rose to 90? How do I explain that? My interpretation of the middle circle is the victim's hatred towards me. That seems plausible; after all, I was peacefully playing basketball at National Taiwan University, and my coin purse was stolen by someone claiming to be a law student—no wonder I was furious! So, I'm almost certain about the meaning of the middle and right circles. In the future, if the other party's hatred towards me isn't high, I can act even more recklessly! Since "Criminal Scott" told me the chance of stealing a coin purse is as high as 95%, I confidently picked up the barley-flavored black tea and took the coin purse along with it. For the first time in days, I felt so full. I finally understood the true meaning of the priceless value of knowledge. If I hadn't diligently audited criminal law courses, how could I have so accurately estimated the success rate of my crimes? I ate the beef bowl I bought from the convenience store, along with oden soup. The sense of accomplishment at that moment was indescribable! Haha, when you're full and warm, you think of lust. If the coin purse had 1360 instead of 136, I could have gone to Wanhua to find a prostitute for some fun. Wait a minute, I'm already a criminal Scottie, and I'm still thinking about openly finding women to satisfy my needs? Wouldn't that be too vulgar? Why don't I just rape that decent-looking clerk at the convenience store? Wouldn't that save money and not waste the talent God gave me? I rubbed my penis through my pants and started seriously planning. First, since I don't even have a motorcycle, I'll patrol the area near National Taiwan University to see if anyone has forgotten to remove their motorcycle keys. If so, I'll ride the motorcycle away. The success rate of this theft is "blue 20%, purple 80%, gold 95%." Seeing the gold 95%, I couldn't help but shake my head and grin foolishly, almost as if I couldn't stand myself. That's easy, of course. Sometimes, the success of a crime depends on whether you dare to do it, not on the difficulty. But the circle on the left, since I've confirmed I'm a living criminal Scottie, has such a low success rate. Shouldn't I think about its possible implications? Is it the chance of getting caught? Or the elements of the crime? Or the difficulty of proving it? Analyzing the crimes I've suspected from the past to the present, the ones involving Tsai Wei-chan (circled on the left) are: the first time I stabbed him in the underground parking lot (50 points), the second time I kicked him (15 points), the third time I sodomized him (95 points), and the remaining times I stabbed him at his doorstep, then set fire to his entire family, then broke into his house and raped his wife in front of him (100 points). Is it the difficulty of proving this? Kicking someone is difficult to prosecute unless it's clearly captured by surveillance footage; it could also be the element of the crime, because the prerequisite for assault is injury. If I kicked him but he wasn't injured, then the element of the crime wouldn't be met. As for the 95 for sodomy and the 100 for the other times, I speculate that it's because sodomy can leave DNA, which would increase the success rate of prosecution. As for the other times, I left my identification with the security guard; since his family was in trouble, I was naturally the prime suspect. If that's the case, the circle on the left seems like an opportunity to be caught. For now, we can assume this, considering the two times the circle appeared at the hospital. I think the meaning of the circle on the left is pretty much what I'm thinking. Okay, after wandering around the National Taiwan University area for a while, I easily found a motorcycle whose owner had forgotten to remove the key. Although it was a big brand, it looked a bit ugly and old, but as a criminal, riding such a motorcycle wouldn't attract attention. I quickly rode the motorcycle back to the convenience store, drinking the beverage I bought with the last of my change, while once again planning how to satisfy my primal instincts. First, I'll ride this stolen bike and follow this cute little girl home, hoping she lives in an old apartment building without security guards. Then I can pretend to be a resident of the same building and follow her upstairs the moment her iron gate opens. Light up! "..." No response? Ha, because it's not a crime yet. Although from my subjective perspective, I've entered the stage of starting a crime, specifically the stage of starting a crime of forced sexual intercourse, in reality, based on my mental actions, it doesn't constitute a crime at all. After all, I only went to the stairwell; it doesn't even count as trespassing. Let's be a little rough this time. I'll just grab her by the neck, drag her to the top floor, and rape her. Light up! "25." Good, the chance of getting caught isn't high because I have no prior record. Even if I leave her DNA, they might not catch me. "95." Hmm, if I can make her orgasm, maybe that's the 5% chance she won't hate me. But I'm not sure if it's hatred or not, so I'll keep it a secret. The last circle is "0..." Hmm, why is the success rate 0? Is it because she doesn't even live in an apartment building? Or is she just a skilled fighter despite her frail appearance? Actually, I think I'm wasting my time daydreaming here. What I should be practicing is how to quickly initiate a crime when the situation, location, and method are almost certain, instead of letting my imagination run wild. Okay, I'll practice with this convenience store clerk tonight. I guess she works until 11 pm, so I have two hours before she gets off work. I'll wander around and practice making the quickest decision about how to commit the crime. "..." As soon as I got on the motorcycle, I realized I was almost out of gas. I hadn't noticed this when I first got the motorcycle; I was so nervous, and after committing this major crime, I was so focused on completing the crime that I forgot to check the gas level. No problem, I'll use my relatively polite appearance to scam some kind strangers on the street. I deliberately turned the key to the position where I could confirm the gas was low, but didn't start the engine, and then started looking for my prey. Hey, there's a stylishly dressed mature woman ahead of me, waiting to cross the street perpendicularly. What are the chances of successfully asking her for 50 yuan for gas? "10, 10, 0." Are you kidding me? So heartless? It seems the left and middle circles are pretty much what I thought. This hardly qualifies as fraud; it's unlikely to be prosecuted, and she probably won't hate me for it, right? So both circles are 10. But what about 0? Is she heartless, or am I so repulsive for looking so presentable? I refused to believe it and was about to lead my motorcycle to her to show her I was truly out of gas, and with my sweaty, disheveled appearance, I refused to believe the success rate would really be 0! But before I even got to her, the light turned green for her. Having already crossed almost a fifth of the street, I saw the light turn red and hurriedly retreated behind the stop line. Damn, the chances were definitely 0, because I completely failed! But on the other hand, I was overjoyed—I'd struck gold! This criminal Scott not only theoretically assesses the likelihood of a crime, the chances of being caught, and the victim's hatred towards me, but he can also predict the actual situation!
If I could do it again, and this time the older woman was in her current position, I might still have a chance to catch up with her and ask her for money. "0, 0, 95." Wow! There's warmth everywhere in the world! This proves that the most beautiful scenery in Taiwan is its people, and catching up with her would only make me look more pathetic, greatly increasing my chances of getting the money. Besides, she wouldn't harbor any resentment towards me, even though I'm covered in sweat, so there would be no difficulty in pursuing the matter or any issues with the elements of the crime! But now she's so far away, I'd rather randomly ask someone than run around like that. Thinking about it calmly, people are really perverse. Just a few hours ago I was worried about whether I would starve to death, and now I have a 95% chance of getting money out of thin air, yet I'm too lazy to spend a few minutes exchanging for 50 yuan. But I'm not ashamed at all. In the future, I'll be worth hundreds of thousands per minute, who would bother with 50 yuan?! After getting the money from an uncle and filling up my gas tank with 50 yuan, I went back to that convenience store. Time was running out; the pretty shop assistant was about to leave work, and I'd almost mastered the use of the Scott crime weapon. It was time to try committing a major crime! Chapter Two: From the name tag on the convenience store clerk's chest, I learned her name was "Qiu Yunru." She had a pretty face and a ponytail; she was probably a part-time student. I hoped she wasn't living in the school dormitory but renting an apartment on her own. If she lived on campus, it would be much harder to assault her. I rode my motorcycle, wearing the same stolen full-face helmet, and followed her. To decipher the meaning of the remaining two circles, I let my imagination run wild the whole way. What would happen if I didn't stop at this red light and deliberately ran over Qiu Yunru? "Purple 90, Blue 20, Gold 100." Heh, of course, whether or not to crash is entirely up to me, so the success rate is 100%; and since there's no hatred involved in this kind of accident, it's 20% blue; as for the ease of prosecution, on this busy main road, almost every intersection has police and surveillance cameras, so it's easy to get caught, with a 90% chance. Furthermore, what if I'm about to turn red on a yellow light, and she's cautiously braking, but I suddenly accelerate, rush up to her, grope her breasts hard, and then run the yellow light and drive away? "Orange 55, Yellow 45, Red 75." Hey, the success rate isn't very high, because running a yellow light is dangerous; I might panic and fail at the last second, hence 75. Proving sexual harassment is difficult, so it's also not high, at 55 (orange). The hatred isn't too deep either, only 45 for a yellow card. If the crime is serious enough to make the victim hate me to the core, it won't just be considered sexual harassment, but will be judged as forced molestation. I can almost make that judgment with certainty. The three circles, from left to right, represent "ease of prosecution, victim's hatred, and crime success rate"! While I was following Qiu Yunru, the circles kept appearing, confirming my deduction. Not long after, Qiu Yunru turned into a small alley, then made several more turns, entering a residential area with addresses requiring specific lane numbers. Actually, I'm still not 100% sure if the numbers appearing on my Crime Scott report are what I'm speculating about. To put it another way, nobody even knows if this is Crime Scott at all! Should I really risk assaulting this seemingly sunny, cheerful, and beautiful female student who works hard to reduce her tuition fees? Would assaulting her only bring me momentary pleasure, but could it plunge her into a life of darkness, her life on the verge of collapse? Watching her take off her helmet, park her motorcycle, and smooth her hair—her fresh and clean appearance—could I really be so heartless? I'll just try it and see. Maybe this isn't even a crime, Scott. If I really get caught and end up in jail eating for free, it doesn't seem much worse than my current life. I touched the less than 20 yuan in my pocket, feeling a tragic sense of desperation. Actually, I know I'm just making excuses for myself. I always blame others for my failures—the difficulty in finding a job is the fault of the authorities; my first love becoming my best friend's wife is his doing; my company being taken over by Cai Weizhan is because the casino cheated, causing me to lose all my assets and sell all my shares to him!
Thinking about this miserable life, a strange excitement ignited within me. Whether I used the crime of Scott to win a few votes and reverse my life, or whether I got caught while committing the crime, my situation wouldn't be much worse than it is now. I decided to do it! Who told women to vote for the incumbent president! My life was ruined because of him! It was because he was incompetent yet rose to a high position that I naively believed that I could increase my company's capital through gambling and getting rich without working. Otherwise, he could become president by playing the swindler, but I couldn't make a fortune in the casino. Isn't that unfair? First, I pretended to be a resident of the same building and followed her into the old apartment building. Before that, to put her at ease, I imitated the captivating smile from Sean Lien's campaign ad "Seeds of Hope," and then asked her to wait while I locked the handlebars of her motorcycle. The scenario is like this: "Miss, wait a minute, I need to go in too!" In the darkness, she won't realize I'm the same customer she just met at the convenience store, otherwise she'll be suspicious, and my success rate will drop drastically. Then, once inside the apartment building, if there are only stairs, I'll keep a one-floor distance from her, tiptoeing behind her, listening to pinpoint which floor she stops on, and making sure she opens the door before suddenly rushing up and covering her mouth from behind. "40, 70, 15." Sigh, the success rate for just one crime of forced entry is already this low, let alone adding rape, trespassing, or other crimes. I think I need to change my plan. What if I buy some chloroform? "35, 50, 80." Wow! Looks like I'll have to hold back for another day, raise some money to buy the tools first. If I actually manage to buy chloroform tomorrow, I'll wear gloves to erase fingerprints, and wear a condom to avoid leaving too much evidence on her, and then proceed as usual? "10, 75, 80." Hmm, the difficulty of prosecution has decreased to an absurd level. After all, there are no fingerprints or semen, and she was drugged. Even if the prosecutor files a public prosecution, as the victim and witness, she can hardly be sure who raped her, so the difficulty of prosecution is naturally not high. However, the success rate hasn't changed much, so I'll decide on this. I'll visit this lovely girl, Qiu Yunru, again tomorrow after I get some chloroform. Since I've decided not to rape her today, and given my current financial constraints, I still need to work hard for tomorrow's meals. So, I lay in ambush downstairs at another apartment building. When someone opened the door, I used the same trick to sneak in and easily entered the stairwell of this old apartment building. I patrolled all the way to the top floor. This is an eight-story apartment building with an elevator. The elevator is not controlled, but the stairwell is unusable. The entrances to the stairwells on the top floor and the first floor are locked with iron chains. Good heavens, what are you going to do if there's an earthquake or fire and the power goes out? However, because of this, no one would pass through the stairwell between the second and first floors. Judging from the worn iron chains, it had been locked for a long time, so I felt safe enough to take a nap there and set my phone to wake up at 2 AM. 2 AM to 4 AM is when people are in their deepest sleep, and also one of the times when burglaries are most likely to occur. As you know, I didn't dare to break into homes in the afternoon, as that's also a peak time for burglaries, because people are either at work or school, and if they forget to lock their doors, they become easy targets. One of the most surprising features of CrimeScott is its ability to judge success rates based on facts. In other words, there are actually some obstacles to committing a crime that I might not have considered, but CrimeScott incorporates these factors into the success rate display, making them clear to me. This has been a great help, helping me overcome many blind spots when committing crimes. Wake up to my phone's vibrating alarm, I started from the first floor, first trying the lock on the left-hand door. Unsurprisingly, it was securely locked, demonstrating basic awareness of Taipei's security situation. Next, I checked the right-hand door, also locked. I then proceeded from the first to the eighth floor, checking each apartment to see if anyone had carelessly forgotten to lock their door, hoping to break in while they were sound asleep. If someone forgot to lock their door, I would stand at the door and mentally plan the break-in, then have a crime calculator estimate my chances of success. It takes into account the uncertainty of the homeowner being awake or getting up to pee in the middle of the night and catching me in the act, ensuring my criminal plan receives an accurate assessment. However, tonight I didn't even have a chance to try; every apartment in the entire building was locked… Finding no unlocked apartment on the eighth floor, I felt a wave of despair. It was already past 3 AM; I needed to quickly raise money for food and buy the tools I would need later! At this point, I noticed that the shoe cabinet in the apartment on the right side of the 8th floor was covered in dust, and only worn-out slippers remained; there were no leather shoes, sneakers, or high heels. The doorknob I had just turned felt dirty and dusty. I shone my phone as a flashlight on the doorknob and found a clear palm print where I had just gripped it, indicating that the apartment was probably unoccupied or the whole family had traveled far away. Just as I was pleasantly surprised by this discovery, I quickly looked at the apartment on the left. There were quite a few shoes in the cabinet, but only a pair of women's leather shoes and high heels, plus a pair of slippers, had been worn recently and weren't covered in dust. My worst-case scenario was that three women lived in this apartment; my best-case scenario was that only one person lived there, the leather shoes were for work, the high heels for dates, and the slippers for taking out the trash or going to the convenience store at the corner store. Okay, since no one lives on the right side for now, I'll just ambush her at the door. When the girl from the house on the left comes out, I'll subdue her with my wrist and drag her to the kitchen to get a cleaver and threaten her into submission. What will the result be?
"Blue 25, Orange 50, Orange 50." A success rate of 50 is acceptable, considering there might be up to three people in the house. What if I just chop her carotid artery on the right side of her neck with a chopstick, causing her to temporarily lose consciousness due to oxygen deprivation? "White 10, Yellow 40, Red 75." Great! Let's take care of one first. If there are others in the house, we'll do the same! And after countless simulations, I can almost confirm the colors corresponding to the numbers: 0 to 15 is white, 16 to 30 is blue, 31 to 45 is yellow, 46 to 60 is orange, 61 to 75 is red, 76 to 90 is red, and 91 to 100 is gold! Okay, let's try other possibilities. First, move the shoe cabinet to the front of the door, about 2 meters away, to distract her from the area around the door. While she's confused and walking forward, I'll circle around behind her and deliver a sharp chop to her carotid artery. "White 5, Yellow 40, Purple 80." Huh? The success rate has increased, but not by much. At least it's certain that the difficulty of being prosecuted has decreased. After all, it's harder to see her face if I sneak in through the gap between her and the door and strike from behind. I simulate the force of the chop to make her unconscious or incapacitated. I can't break her neck; I'm a social outcast, I don't want to be a murderer! What if I hold her left neck with my left hand and use enough force with my right hand to cut my own thigh and feel pain?
"White 5, Yellow 40, Purple 85." Great, it's gone up again! Cut it down a bit more! "White 5, Yellow 40, Purple 90." One more cut! "White 5, Yellow 40, Gold 100!" Okay, confirmed. It's a little past 5 a.m. I moved the shoe cabinet to a spot 2 meters from their front door, directly opposite the entrance. Then, I pressed my body against the wall and carefully listened to the sounds inside the house, taking advantage of the fact that solids transmit sound waves much better than gases. The moment the first woman came out, she would notice the unusual shoe cabinet, but she couldn't go without shoes. She would suspiciously take a big step forward to get her shoes. I quickly slipped into the gap between her and her doorway, then pressed my left hand against her left neck from behind, and then chopped three times with my right hand. The force of the chop was like cutting my own thigh bone until I felt the pain. I practiced tapping my thighs alternately dozens of times until both thigh bones ached terribly. Then I leaned against the wall of the apartment on the left, listening carefully to the sounds inside. There was no conversation; around 6 a.m., first I heard an alarm clock, then signs of someone getting up, the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by the sound of a toilet flushing and brushing teeth. Soon, footsteps approached the door! It was 6:30 a.m., probably going to buy breakfast. Great, I don't need all three of us to go to breakfast. I can take care of this one first, and after taking them down one by one, the remaining two girls who haven't woken up yet won't be a problem! "Hmm?" The moment the aluminum door opened, I saw a shoe cabinet strangely placed a large step away from the doorway. A woman, completely unsuspecting, took two small steps forward, trying to move the shoe cabinet back to its original position. I timed it perfectly, the moment she bent over, and from behind, I pressed my left hand against her left neck, delivering a three-hit chop with my right hand. She turned her head to see what was happening, but before she could even straighten her body, she was already unconscious. Great! Long live Crime Scott! Since no one was home in the apartment on the right, I casually laid her body down by the doorway and quickly went inside to check on the others. Inside, the living room was on the left with a flat-screen TV, the kitchen on the right with a refrigerator, and a bathroom slightly to the left with the door ajar. There were two rooms, one to the right and one to the left. I confirmed the bathroom was empty, leaving only two rooms where people might be staying, and I'd already subdued the occupant of one of them. Unless I was unlucky enough to run into a lesbian, there was probably only one person left in the apartment! But my heart was pounding. Should I take this opportunity to loot and leave, or subdue all the residents and then slowly ransack the place? No problem, let's check the kitchen first to see if there are any more tools I can use to commit my crimes. I quickly opened all the visible drawers in the kitchen. Bingo! There was a roll of transparent tape! Just to be safe, I put a sheathed fruit knife in my pocket, then carefully turned the latch lock and pushed open the door to the left. Okay, someone's sleeping in bed. I'll leave it for now. I didn't close the door to avoid waking her up, and immediately opened the door to the right; good, it was empty. It was obviously the room of the girl I had just knocked unconscious. Now that I was certain this wasn't a three-person or one-person household, but two roommates, I felt much more at ease. I quickly dragged the girl from the doorway into the room, closed the soundproof aluminum door, tied her hands behind her back with transparent tape, and then tied her legs to a plastic chair so she couldn't run around even if she woke up. Then, of course, I sealed her mouth with transparent tape. During this time, three circles kept flashing before my eyes. The circle on the right kept flashing between red and gold, while the circle on the left changed between blue and white, indicating that these crimes were difficult to prosecute, since I had no prior record, was riding a stolen vehicle, and had no local connections. However, the circle in the middle was more complicated, awkwardly changing within a wide range. Never mind, since the success rate was high, I might as well go for it. So, following the encouragement of the criminal Scott, I approached the sleeping girl in the room on the left, duct tape in hand and a fruit knife in my pocket. As soon as the door opened, the circles in my mind frantically surfaced, making it impossible for me to make a proper decision. I calmed down and decided that I only wanted to do one thing: before she woke up, I would quickly pull back the blanket, locate her hands, and then wrap them with duct tape several times. "20, 45, 30!?" No, the success rate was too low; it wasn't worth the risk! Perhaps because her legs were struggling so strongly, I was probably kicked and injured by her before I could even successfully restrain her hands. First, lift the blanket, pinpoint her feet, then use my nearly 80 kilograms of weight to press down on her lower body, and then forcefully drag her right hand to tie it to her left. Could I complete this crime of intrusion into her freedom in a very short time before she even realizes what's happening? "20, 50, 50." No, no, I'm already halfway there. I finally managed to subdue her roommate; I don't want to risk failure if the success rate isn't at least 80%! How about a different approach? Instead of force, use coercion? Grab the biggest-looking kitchen knife, stand in front of her bed, and coldly call her to get up. Then throw her some tape, show her the knife, and tell her to tightly bind her ankles with about five turns of tape. Then I'll go over and use my weight to press down on her immobile lower body, and then tie her hands with tape again? "35, 60, 70." You can imagine that because I gave her orders, the chances of being arrested increased, and her resentment also rose slightly, but the success rate was slowly approaching my preset values. What if I added a little deception, such as politely telling her in a gentle tone before giving her orders, "Miss, please get up. We are from a debt collection agency. I don't want to make things difficult for you, but your roommate owes us a large sum of money. To avoid trouble, please cooperate. I won't make things difficult for you." And then proceed with the previous actions? "40, 45, 85." Hey, she actually fell for that! And although it slightly increased my chances of being arrested, her hatred towards me decreased. More importantly, the success rate of obstructing her freedom increased significantly. But for her to believe that her roommate owed so much money that a debt collection agency had to come to her door, how bad must their relationship be? Absolutely no trust! Okay, this saves me the trouble. So, I'll begin. First, I politely asked her to get up: "Miss, I'm sorry to disturb you, please get up." Then I waited very courteously for her to wake up. Although she let out a short gasp when she first opened her eyes and saw me, she remained relatively calm. "Miss, don't be afraid. Let me introduce myself. I'm a member of a debt collection group. Your roommate owes our company NT$500,000 and has been taken away by us. To avoid any complications and getting involved, I need your cooperation." I then tossed her the duct tape. "We won't make things difficult for you; we just need to give you some time to leave. Please don't rush to call the police. Please wrap the duct tape around your ankles five times, and then we'll leave. This is just to ensure you don't call the police and stop us before we leave; it's a common tactic. Also, please hand over your phone. I won't make things difficult for you; you can get your phone back on TV in a moment." I maintained my polite demeanor, as hypocritical as if I were talking to a blind date. She obediently handed me her phone from the bedside table. Without even a frown, her delicate face showed no sign of distress. Almost without thinking, she tightly bound her ankles with five loops of duct tape. Confirming that her lower body was temporarily immobilized, I mentally rehearsed how I would approach her by retrieving the tape, then, having pinned her legs and arms in place, pounce on her, using my weight to pin down her legs and simultaneously bind her hands. "55, 65, 90!" Haha, saying these things to deceive and appease her would increase the chances of being arrested and her hatred towards me, but the success rate far exceeded my expectations, so I confidently carried it out. "Ah! What are you doing!" She screamed the moment I pounced. Luckily, no one lived next door, and the soundproofing here was good, so I didn't rush to gag her. Instead, I wanted to bind her hands tightly first. I pressed down on her body, flipped her over, twisted her hands behind her back, and used the nearby duct tape to bind them loop by loop; I also tightly crossed and bound her ankles until, besides screaming, she could only bend her knees. After confirming she was almost immobilized, I, of course, resorted to the somewhat cowardly act of gagging her, but I also wanted to enjoy the sound of her screams; after all, aside from serious criminals, no one had ever heard such a genuine female scream before, and I admit that this desperate, reckless scream somewhat awakened my inner desires. To make sure both girls were behaving themselves and not making any escape attempts, I placed them both in the living room, but separated by a distance, to prevent them from untying each other's tape. This way, I could search the living room while observing their movements. In the end, in the room of the long-haired girl who had opened the door to buy breakfast at the beginning, I found a gold bracelet weighing about three qian (approximately 15 grams) and over 3,000 yuan in cash; the short-haired girl who got up later had over 20,000 yuan in cash. She probably just received her salary; to have so much cash on her—I've hit the jackpot! Now her monthly living expenses are mine. Before, I would go to an internet cafe for an hour every day, spending 20 yuan to charge my phone; lunch would cost about 50 yuan, and in the evening, I'd look for someone...Having a target usually means staying up late, so I need to eat well, spending about 80 to 100 yuan on food, averaging nearly 200 yuan a day. With that money, plus the gold bracelet I could sell for almost 10,000 yuan to a jewelry store, I could probably live comfortably for half a year. But who am I now? I won't be satisfied with that. I want to commit a big crime, I want revenge! I want to change my life! However, it seems there are other things I can do now. Besides, going out among the few people in the early morning carries too much of a risk of being spotted by surveillance cameras. Should I wait until the evening rush hour before going out? After all, people enter the company gradually for work, but after get off work, everyone swarms through the streets of Taipei. Besides using the crowds to conceal my presence, I should also disguise myself and take advantage of the fact that I haven't yet become a special case for law enforcement. I looked around again and found that the long-haired girl from the beginning was taller, and I could fit into her one-size t-shirt. Great, I'll wear this when I leave; I'll even change my walking posture, adding a hunchback to distract from the crowd. Of course, while rummaging through the drawers, I also found a lot of underwear and panties. I discovered this girl really likes to dress up; just from the thongs and piles of semi-transparent panties, I think she's quite provocative. I quickly went outside to confirm her appearance. Hmm, although she's just an average girl, I'm out and about, so I'm not too bothered. I'll have some fun with her later. From the various IDs in their wallets and bags, I confirmed that the long-haired girl is named Li Qianyi, and the short-haired girl is named Wen Xinhui. To prevent their company from coming to their house if they don't go to work, I quickly used Crime Scott to check again: what are the success rates if I illegally stay at their house until 6 pm? "15, 75, 90." Heh, extremely high success rate. That means that although their company can't contact them, they won't come knocking on their door. Great, I can get a good night's sleep here and replenish my energy so I can properly avenge myself in the future. No, let's see if there's a 100% success rate way to help them turn off their phones and prevent them from staying illegally until evening. "5, 80, 100." Maybe because I turned off their phones without permission, causing them to miss a day of work, their resentment has increased slightly, but that's not important. What's important is that I can rest here peacefully until the evening when there are the most people on the streets. Plus, I changed my clothes, changed my walking posture, and even added a slight hunchback, which will definitely help me increase the difficulty of criminal prosecution. Everything is ready, so it's time for some pre-sleep entertainment. Actually, when I was looking through their IDs, I noticed that the one with short hair was prettier, so I decided to have some fun with her. "Wen Xinhui, what's your relationship with Li Qianyi?" I tore off her transparent tape, of course, already mentally prepared for her to scream for help. "Help! What do you want?!" After enduring the noise for over a minute, I finally whispered in her ear, "You know how poor the soundproofing is here. Nobody lives next door, so even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you. I believe your position at the company isn't very important, and if you're absent for a few days, the company probably won't be able to find you. If you want to become food for maggots in the middle of nowhere, then keep screaming. But when the autopsy happens, your ears, eye sockets, mouth, anus, and vagina will all be full of maggots. You don't want this beautiful body to become like that, and be seen naked by the police, forensic doctors, and prosecutors, do you?" Her terrified voice didn't completely fall silent because of my threats, but it was clear that she gradually saw the scene I was describing in my evil eyes, so she trembled and gradually lowered her voice, until only sobs remained. "Very well, just bear with it. I'll let you go after I've asked for the information I need." I licked the blade of the fruit knife in my hand like a bloodthirsty swordsman. This was the first time in my life that I had ever tried to pull off this roguish look, but it seemed to be quite effective. Apart from the sound of her teeth chattering as she trembled, I could hardly hear any other sounds. "Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend? Okay, that's a strange question, you're both clearly girls; I mean, you're a gay guy, or T for short, and is Li Qianyi your girlfriend?" I flipped Li Qianyi's body on the ground onto her back, and then confirmed that her looks were indeed no less than the terrified pretty girl in front of me, but Li Qianyi's breasts, which were at least a D cup, made me unable to resist giving them a few more squeezes. "She's a classmate in the night school, and we used to date." Bingo, even a wild guess was right. Coupled with my earlier deductions that she 'didn't hold a very important position at the company' and 'no one lived next door,' she must be shocked by my almost infallible statements now, and must think I'm a demon crawled out of hell. She probably won't make any more rash moves. "Then why did you break up?" I extended my middle finger and stroked Li Qianyi's crotch while lifting her t-shirt. In no time, I had taken off her top and unhooked her black bra, exposing her D-cup breasts to Wen Xinhui. "She fell in love with a boy." Wen Xinhui seemed less frightened than before; her voice lacked the trembling of fear, and instead revealed a hint of anger. "Do you hate her?" I pulled down Li Qianyi's shorts, making her lie face down with her head on the ground and her neck turned to the side. I lifted her buttocks until her firm buttocks, clad only in white cotton underwear with blue trim, were high in the air, her knees providing leverage. At this point, she gradually regained consciousness, letting out soft moans. "Hate!" Her eyes, which had been crying from excessive fright, began to blaze with anger. She no longer glared at me, but instead glared fiercely at Li Qianyi. Could it be? Could she really think I'm a member of a debt collection ring? If I'm impersonating someone to commit crimes, it will definitely increase the difficulty of prosecution. After all, a person can never remember exactly who they owe money to in their entire life; just making them wander in this direction will significantly increase the difficulty of legal proceedings. "Actually, Li Qianyi doesn't owe me much, just a few thousand dollars. I was planning to use her to pay off the debt (Taiwanese for sexual favors), what do you think?" I patted Li Qianyi's face, hoping she would be more alert and hear my conversation with her "ex-boyfriend." The scent of a young woman wafted from the room and her clothes, further fueling my desire. "Whatever, I have nothing to do with her now." Wen Xinhui struggled hastily. I didn't think she wanted to escape; she was probably just making a gesture of 'please leave,' but her inability to move made her struggle reflexively. "Then I won't be polite. But please make sure you see the process clearly, so I don't have to collect the debt from her later. You can help confirm that she doesn't owe me anything anymore. Even though you've broken up with her and are only roommates, you can still help clarify that she has repaid my debt with her body. Even if the deal falls through, we can still be friends." Is this how you use the idiom? Then I put the tape back on Wen Xinhui's mouth to stop her from making a sound. I patted Li Qianyi's face again to make sure she was awake, and then, in a volume they could both hear, and in a formulaic tone as if I were just there to "enforce a debt," I stated again: "Due to the debt, Wen Xinhui agrees that I can force you to have sex in front of her to offset the amount owed, and from now on, we will be even."Because I turned off their phones without permission, causing them to miss a day of work, my resentment has increased slightly. But that's not important. What's important is that I can rest here peacefully until the evening when the streets are busiest. Plus, I changed my clothes, changed my walking posture, and even added a slight hunchback, which will definitely make it more difficult for me to pursue criminal charges. Everything is ready, so it's time for some pre-sleep entertainment. Actually, while I was looking through their IDs, I noticed that the one with short hair was prettier, and I decided to have some fun with her. "Wen Xinhui, what's your relationship with Li Qianyi?" I tore off her transparent tape, of course, mentally prepared for her to scream for help. "Help! What do you want?!" After enduring the noise for over a minute, I finally whispered in her ear, "You know how poor the soundproofing is here. Nobody lives next door, so even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you. I believe your position at the company isn't very important, and if you're absent for a few days, the company probably won't be able to find you. If you want to become food for maggots in the middle of nowhere, then keep screaming. But when the autopsy happens, your ears, eye sockets, mouth, anus, and vagina will all be full of maggots. You don't want this beautiful body to become like that, and be seen naked by the police, forensic doctors, and prosecutors, do you?" Her terrified voice didn't completely fall silent because of my threats, but it was clear that she gradually saw the scene I was describing in my evil eyes, so she trembled and gradually lowered her voice, until only sobs remained. "Very well, just bear with it. I'll let you go after I've asked for the information I need." I licked the blade of the fruit knife in my hand like a bloodthirsty swordsman. This was the first time in my life that I had ever tried to pull off this roguish look, but it seemed to be quite effective. Apart from the sound of her teeth chattering as she trembled, I could hardly hear any other sounds. "Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend? Okay, that's a strange question, you're both clearly girls; I mean, you're a gay guy, or T for short, and is Li Qianyi your girlfriend?" I flipped Li Qianyi's body on the ground onto her back, and then confirmed that her looks were indeed no less than the terrified pretty girl in front of me, but Li Qianyi's breasts, which were at least a D cup, made me unable to resist giving them a few more squeezes. "She's a classmate in the night school, and we used to date." Bingo, even a wild guess was right. Coupled with my earlier deductions that she 'didn't hold a very important position at the company' and 'no one lived next door,' she must be shocked by my almost infallible statements now, and must think I'm a demon crawled out of hell. She probably won't make any more rash moves. "Then why did you break up?" I extended my middle finger and stroked Li Qianyi's crotch while lifting her t-shirt. In no time, I had taken off her top and unhooked her black bra, exposing her D-cup breasts to Wen Xinhui. "She fell in love with a boy." Wen Xinhui seemed less frightened than before; her voice lacked the trembling of fear, and instead revealed a hint of anger. "Do you hate her?" I pulled down Li Qianyi's shorts, making her lie face down with her head on the ground and her neck turned to the side. I lifted her buttocks until her firm buttocks, clad only in white cotton underwear with blue trim, were high in the air, her knees providing leverage. At this point, she gradually regained consciousness, letting out soft moans. "Hate!" Her eyes, which had been crying from excessive fright, began to blaze with anger. She no longer glared at me, but instead glared fiercely at Li Qianyi. Could it be? Could she really think I'm a member of a debt collection ring? If I'm impersonating someone to commit crimes, it will definitely increase the difficulty of prosecution. After all, a person can never remember exactly who they owe money to in their entire life; just making them wander in this direction will significantly increase the difficulty of legal proceedings. "Actually, Li Qianyi doesn't owe me much, just a few thousand dollars. I was planning to use her to pay off the debt (Taiwanese for sexual favors), what do you think?" I patted Li Qianyi's face, hoping she would be more alert and hear my conversation with her "ex-boyfriend." The scent of a young woman wafted from the room and her clothes, further fueling my desire. "Whatever, I have nothing to do with her now." Wen Xinhui struggled hastily. I didn't think she wanted to escape; she was probably just making a gesture of 'please leave,' but her inability to move made her struggle reflexively. "Then I won't be polite. But please make sure you see the process clearly, so I don't have to collect the debt from her later. You can help confirm that she doesn't owe me anything anymore. Even though you've broken up with her and are only roommates, you can still help clarify that she has repaid my debt with her body. Even if the deal falls through, we can still be friends." Is this how you use the idiom? Then I put the tape back on Wen Xinhui's mouth to stop her from making a sound. I patted Li Qianyi's face again to make sure she was awake, and then, in a volume they could both hear, and in a formulaic tone as if I were just there to "enforce a debt," I stated again: "Due to the debt, Wen Xinhui agrees that I can force you to have sex in front of her to offset the amount owed, and from now on, we will be even."Because I turned off their phones without permission, causing them to miss a day of work, my resentment has increased slightly. But that's not important. What's important is that I can rest here peacefully until the evening when the streets are busiest. Plus, I changed my clothes, changed my walking posture, and even added a slight hunchback, which will definitely make it more difficult for me to pursue criminal charges. Everything is ready, so it's time for some pre-sleep entertainment. Actually, while I was looking through their IDs, I noticed that the one with short hair was prettier, and I decided to have some fun with her. "Wen Xinhui, what's your relationship with Li Qianyi?" I tore off her transparent tape, of course, mentally prepared for her to scream for help. "Help! What do you want?!" After enduring the noise for over a minute, I finally whispered in her ear, "You know how poor the soundproofing is here. Nobody lives next door, so even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you. I believe your position at the company isn't very important, and if you're absent for a few days, the company probably won't be able to find you. If you want to become food for maggots in the middle of nowhere, then keep screaming. But when the autopsy happens, your ears, eye sockets, mouth, anus, and vagina will all be full of maggots. You don't want this beautiful body to become like that, and be seen naked by the police, forensic doctors, and prosecutors, do you?" Her terrified voice didn't completely fall silent because of my threats, but it was clear that she gradually saw the scene I was describing in my evil eyes, so she trembled and gradually lowered her voice, until only sobs remained. "Very well, just bear with it. I'll let you go after I've asked for the information I need." I licked the blade of the fruit knife in my hand like a bloodthirsty swordsman. This was the first time in my life that I had ever tried to pull off this roguish look, but it seemed to be quite effective. Apart from the sound of her teeth chattering as she trembled, I could hardly hear any other sounds. "Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend? Okay, that's a strange question, you're both clearly girls; I mean, you're a gay guy, or T for short, and is Li Qianyi your girlfriend?" I flipped Li Qianyi's body on the ground onto her back, and then confirmed that her looks were indeed no less than the terrified pretty girl in front of me, but Li Qianyi's breasts, which were at least a D cup, made me unable to resist giving them a few more squeezes. "She's a classmate in the night school, and we used to date." Bingo, even a wild guess was right. Coupled with my earlier deductions that she 'didn't hold a very important position at the company' and 'no one lived next door,' she must be shocked by my almost infallible statements now, and must think I'm a demon crawled out of hell. She probably won't make any more rash moves. "Then why did you break up?" I extended my middle finger and stroked Li Qianyi's crotch while lifting her t-shirt. In no time, I had taken off her top and unhooked her black bra, exposing her D-cup breasts to Wen Xinhui. "She fell in love with a boy." Wen Xinhui seemed less frightened than before; her voice lacked the trembling of fear, and instead revealed a hint of anger. "Do you hate her?" I pulled down Li Qianyi's shorts, making her lie face down with her head on the ground and her neck turned to the side. I lifted her buttocks until her firm buttocks, clad only in white cotton underwear with blue trim, were high in the air, her knees providing leverage. At this point, she gradually regained consciousness, letting out soft moans. "Hate!" Her eyes, which had been crying from excessive fright, began to blaze with anger. She no longer glared at me, but instead glared fiercely at Li Qianyi. Could it be? Could she really think I'm a member of a debt collection ring? If I'm impersonating someone to commit crimes, it will definitely increase the difficulty of prosecution. After all, a person can never remember exactly who they owe money to in their entire life; just making them wander in this direction will significantly increase the difficulty of legal proceedings. "Actually, Li Qianyi doesn't owe me much, just a few thousand dollars. I was planning to use her to pay off the debt (Taiwanese for sexual favors), what do you think?" I patted Li Qianyi's face, hoping she would be more alert and hear my conversation with her "ex-boyfriend." The scent of a young woman wafted from the room and her clothes, further fueling my desire. "Whatever, I have nothing to do with her now." Wen Xinhui struggled hastily. I didn't think she wanted to escape; she was probably just making a gesture of 'please leave,' but her inability to move made her struggle reflexively. "Then I won't be polite. But please make sure you see the process clearly, so I don't have to collect the debt from her later. You can help confirm that she doesn't owe me anything anymore. Even though you've broken up with her and are only roommates, you can still help clarify that she has repaid my debt with her body. Even if the deal falls through, we can still be friends." Is this how you use the idiom? Then I put the tape back on Wen Xinhui's mouth to stop her from making a sound. I patted Li Qianyi's face again to make sure she was awake, and then, in a volume they could both hear, and in a formulaic tone as if I were just there to "enforce a debt," I stated again: "Due to the debt, Wen Xinhui agrees that I can force you to have sex in front of her to offset the amount owed, and from now on, we will be even."Xin Hui struggled immediately. I didn't think she wanted to escape; she probably just wanted to make a gesture of 'please go ahead,' but she was too immobile to move, so she reflexively struggled. "Then I won't be polite, heh. But please make sure you see the process clearly, so I don't have to collect the debt from her later. You can help prove that she doesn't owe me anything anymore. Even though you've broken up with her and are only roommates, you can still help clarify that she has repaid my debt with her body. 'Even if a deal falls through, we can still be friends,' right?" Is that how you use the idiom? Then I put the tape back on Wen Xin Hui's mouth to stop her from making a sound. I patted Li Qian Yi's face again to make sure she was awake, and then, in a volume they could both hear, and in a formulaic tone as if I was just there to "enforce a debt," I stated again: "Due to the debt, Wen Xin Hui agrees that I can force you to have sex in front of her to offset the amount owed, and from now on, we will be even."Xin Hui struggled immediately. I didn't think she wanted to escape; she probably just wanted to make a gesture of 'please go ahead,' but she was too immobile to move, so she reflexively struggled. "Then I won't be polite, heh. But please make sure you see the process clearly, so I don't have to collect the debt from her later. You can help prove that she doesn't owe me anything anymore. Even though you've broken up with her and are only roommates, you can still help clarify that she has repaid my debt with her body. 'Even if a deal falls through, we can still be friends,' right?" Is that how you use the idiom? Then I put the tape back on Wen Xin Hui's mouth to stop her from making a sound. I patted Li Qian Yi's face again to make sure she was awake, and then, in a volume they could both hear, and in a formulaic tone as if I was just there to "enforce a debt," I stated again: "Due to the debt, Wen Xin Hui agrees that I can force you to have sex in front of her to offset the amount owed, and from now on, we will be even."
I deliberately confused our relationship like this. If she was truly lucid enough to hear all my conversations with her ex-boyfriend, she would only think that Wen Xinhui had stood by and watched me rape her, and might even feel a little angry. If she only heard my last sentence, she would mistakenly believe that Wen Xinhui owed me money and had sold her body to me to offset the debt. Regardless of which scenario they took, it would be impossible to track down my past creditors and eventually find me. When Li Qianyi was fully awake, she naturally struggled to break free of her restraints; however, with her hands tied behind her back, her feet bound to a plastic stool, her shorts pulled down to her knees, and her head pressed against the tiled floor, she couldn't move unless she turned 180 degrees to the side. Looking at the slightly bulging shape of her genitals inside her white cotton underwear, I finally couldn't resist the temptation and was about to make my move. Another thing that surprised me most about Crime Scott is that it assesses the status of repeat offenders and subsequent offenses without making unnecessary evaluations. For example, if I want to take off Li Qianyi's underwear, this is at least considered forced indecent assault under criminal law, but Crime Scott won't initiate it. It will wait until I complete the criminal process I genuinely intend to carry out before giving me a score; it won't give me a score for imagining one or two thrusts; it won't initiate it unless I imagine the crime is complete. Isn't that incredibly humane? This is what they mean by "technology always stems from humanity," isn't it? Actually, sometimes I'm quite impressed with myself. With such beauty before me, I've been erect for over half an hour, yet I haven't made a move, letting Crime Scott plan my criminal life step by step. I think besides not wanting to waste resources and get caught despite having such a powerful tool, enjoying the various side quests and whether they affect my choice between good or bad is also part of the fun. But now, I couldn't hold back any longer. Should I pull down her panties, thrust my penis straight into her vagina, and ejaculate on her buttocks during her orgasm? "35, 55, 95." Good, not difficult to prosecute, not much hatred either; it's probably all transferred to her ex-boyfriend. What if I ejaculated inside? "40, 75, 95." Ha, just because it was inside, she hates me 20 more points, and the easier collection of evidence slightly increases my chances of arrest. What if I ejaculated outside, wiped the semen with toilet paper, and flushed the used toilet paper down the toilet? "10, 55, 95." Good, I think I've chosen which one. So I pulled down Li Qianyi's panties, revealing her hairy vulva. Her labia majora were a light brown color, covered with pubic hair; and because of her protruding buttocks, her labia minora and anus were particularly prominent. While the labia weren't severely everted, the tips of the two small labia minora were dark, almost black, which made me feel a little nauseous. However, I hadn't enjoyed a woman's body for over two months since I started wandering, and I only masturbated about once or twice a week. Being able to enjoy this reasonably good body, I had no right to complain. I rubbed her clitoris, and she made a soft "hmm" sound, but couldn't make a sound. I slightly loosened the tape around her mouth, wanting to hear what she wanted to say. "Wen Xinhui! I'll never let you go!" I quickly put the tape back on. Haha, she really did mistakenly think Wen Xinhui owed me money for selling her to me. Thinking about how those two would argue if they continued living together... I suppressed a laugh and quickly slid my glans slowly through the small opening between her pubic bone and anus until it was completely inside her vagina. I wanted Wen Xinhui to see her ex-girlfriend being penetrated by a male penis, and also to divert their attention from the fact that their falling out stemmed from my deception of both of them. The moment my glans entered that warm vagina, I finally realized I wasn't dreaming, especially since Li Qianyi's very high-frequency and intense moans reminded me that I had committed an unforgivable crime. The pleasure of my penis and the thrill of committing a serious crime immediately made me sweat profusely. I quickly turned on the air conditioning and then inserted my glans into Li Qianyi's vagina again. I held her upturned buttocks tightly with both hands, then inserted the head of my penis between her protruding labia minora, passing through layers of moist folds. She kept moaning "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" completely unable to escape my ravaging. Her twisting buttocks only caused friction between her vaginal walls and my penis, bringing me unparalleled pleasure. It had been too long since I had fucked a woman's pussy, and it was only after a few thrusts that I wanted to ejaculate. I wasn't going to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I quickly asked Wen Xinhui, "When you two are having sex, do you penetrate her vagina?" I then realized she had her eyes closed and wasn't watching me rape her ex-girlfriend at all. "Hey, I'm reminding you one more time, for your ex-girlfriend's sake, you'd better just watch us have sex. I'll ask you later how many times I penetrated her. If you can't answer, I'll even fuck you." I was a little angry; after all, I really wanted to experience what it felt like to have sex with her boyfriend's girlfriend in front of him. Okay, strictly speaking, Li Qianyi was just her "ex-girlfriend," and Wen Xinhui wasn't exactly her "boyfriend." "I'll ask again, when you two are having sex, do you penetrate her vagina?" I let my penis rest inside Li Qianyi for a while, cooling down the impending climax, and then asked Wen Xinhui with barely enough noises to drown out Li Qianyi's constant "Mmm! Mmm!" resistance. She shook her head. "Do you only rub the clitoris and enjoy clitoral orgasms?" She finally nodded. "So, do you think her boyfriend has slept with her?" She nodded again. "Do you think she ejaculated inside?" She shook her head again, it was hard to tell if she "didn't know" or "wouldn't." "Li Qianyi, will your boyfriend ejaculate inside your vagina?" I started moving my hips again, drawing circles inside her vagina, hoping the feeling of being filled would remind her to give the correct answer. But she just kept moaning, her cries becoming more and more shrill. "Li Qianyi, I'm losing patience. If I tear off your tape and don't hear the correct answer this time, I'll take you naked to Longshan Temple in Wanhua, dump you in a homeless area and let them have sex with you for free, so everyone can ejaculate inside you, to repay them for taking good care of me before." I thrust a few times, then rubbed her big breasts and pinched her nipples as a warning. "Will he ejaculate inside?" I peeled off her tape. "Rarely," she answered, trembling. I immediately put the tape back on, and after the threat, she stopped screaming like a pig being slaughtered, only letting out muffled groans when I hit her cervix. "Good, then I won't ejaculate inside you, you can rest assured." Then I imagined the scene of me pulling out my penis and ejaculating near her anus after I was done. "White 5, Orange 60, Gold 100." Probably because I threw out the wrong information again, causing the police to investigate the clues about the homeless people at Longshan Temple, it was even more difficult to prosecute. But was the increased hatred because of the humiliating questions I asked? As for the success rate, there's no need to say anything. I've already penetrated her. Forced intercourse is a conduct crime, and once I penetrate, it's completed, so the success rate of the crime is of course 100%. Then I spread her buttocks apart with both hands and continued my thrusting, on one hand pushing her fat buttocks towards my body, and on the other hand thrusting my penis into her deepest part; from this rear position, I could easily see the scene of her vaginal folds being pulled out of her vagina as I fucked her. Unexpectedly, although Li Qianyi's labia minora were dark, the inside of her vagina was still barely pink. As I pushed my glans in and out of her labia minora, the tender flesh inside her vagina was deformed by my 15-centimeter-long penis, as if she were seeing another organ with novelty. "Compared to your boyfriend's penis, which is bigger?" I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts, as if I wanted to pierce her cervix. "Ugh, um." Her small mouth, which was taped shut, obviously couldn't give the correct answer, so I quickly peeled it off to give her a chance to answer. "You." I was happy to hear this answer, but I also knew that this bitch was probably just showing professional ethics like a prostitute. She would say "so big" as soon as the customer took off his pants, and say "so long, so amazing" after a minute of thrusting. I put the tape back on, and then continued to rub her tender breasts while my crotch and her buttocks slammed together tightly, making "slap slap" sounds, until the sounds of intercourse became louder and louder, and I could no longer hear Li Qianyi's muffled moans of begging for mercy. "How many times?" I turned around abruptly, stretched out my hand to tear off the tape around my mouth, and asked Wen Xinhui. "A little over two hundred times." She started trembling again. "Didn't I say if you can't count, I'll rape you too!?" I said, feigning anger, and then stuck the tape back on. Okay, so I'll follow Scott's instructions and choose the crime with the lowest arrest rate? Shoot semen near her anus and then wipe it clean with tissue? If I did that, wouldn't that be the greatest desecration of this divine gift! I have Scott, why would I be afraid of getting caught? From now on, every time I commit a crime, I will choose the method that makes me most comfortable and feels the most exciting. This is a challenge to myself and to public authority. I want to live to the end, I want to see how Cai Weizhan's whole family dies! So I desperately increased the frequency of my hip movements, making the piston-like motion of my penis inside her on the verge of collapse, in my opinion...In the moment when I could no longer hold on, I finally ignored the warnings of "Orange 60, Gold 95, Gold 100" in front of me, pressed my pubic bone tightly against Li Qianyi's perineum, and reminded her, "I'm going to ejaculate inside!" Then I released my semen, and amidst the renewed "Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!" of resistance, I poured the thick, pungent semen that had accumulated over the past few days into Li Qianyi's vagina. Right in front of her "ex-boyfriend" whom she had once loved so passionately, I stared at Wen Xinhui's puzzled eyes, while letting my penis penetrate deeply into Li Qianyi's vagina, ignoring her constantly twisting buttocks, trying to pull my penis out. I coldly announced a message neither of them wanted to hear: "I'm not a criminal who keeps his promises, so I broke my word and ejaculated inside Li Qianyi; after I've rested enough, I'll also give Wen Xinhui a good hard time, and of course, I'll ejaculate inside Wen Xinhui's little cunt; and if I have the energy, I won't forget to 'take care' of Li Qianyi again. You two sluts, get ready to be irrigated with my semen!" When my penis finally slid weakly out of Li Qianyi's still relatively tight vagina, I picked her up like I was holding a little girl, letting her bend her legs to urinate, letting the semen that was gradually flowing out of her vagina drip onto Wen Xinhui's face, mercifully letting her taste the mixture of my ex-girlfriend's vaginal fluid and my semen, as a warm-up for the second half. Once I was sure my seminal vesicles couldn't squeeze out anything more, I left Li Qianyi in the living room, securing her and the television firmly with tape.

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