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I met someone named Chen Ye.

Everyone says he is loyal, kind, and a rare good person in this world.

But I think he is vulgar, hypocritical, and the most despicable and shameless scoundrel in the world.

Yet I kind of like him.

On a rainy night, in what used to be my home, the police discovered a decaying female corpse.

The woman’s name was Song Ling.

She was my mother’s best friend.

The fingerprint registration system at the police station was launched in 2011. Before 2011, there was no fingerprint database.

I received a call from the police station and rushed back to my registered residence from another province.

I brought the plastic surgery certificate provided by the hospital and my original ID card to the police station to apply for a new ID card, and took the opportunity to change my name.

Throughout the whole process, I was timid and nervous.

Afraid the police would find out.

I am not this person.

But the one who was killed by this person.

All of this started back in 2005.

I tried to persuade my best friend to break up eight hundred times, but in the end, I attended her wedding and drank her wedding wine.

On the wedding day, I sat at the main table with the guy’s strategist, both of us checking our phones and comparing notes.

We realized that every time the couple threatened to break up, it was always the two of us who got dragged into it.

Our chat histories were eerily similar.

[We broke up. This time it’s for real.]

[But what about him/her? What should I do?]

Guy’s strategist: [Maybe you should change jobs. You’d make a great clown in a circus.]

Me: [Pay me some compensation.]

My ex, the Film Emperor, publicly called me a resource hunter on a show.

When the whole internet told me to get out of the entertainment industry, I awakened the Acting System.

Ding! Skill acquired: [Murderer]: You will master all knowledge and abilities related to murder.

Me: What kind of hellish System is this?

Later, the villainess I played was selected for the Acting Hall of Fame Textbook, and when I received the award, the audience was filled with people from Criminal Investigation (Investigation Unit), forensic experts, and prosecutors.

Netizens: Someone should investigate her-this doesn’t look like acting!

I bought a pair of Silent Earplugs, and the Seller promised absolute silence.

Solving the problem at its root.

After I put on the Silent Earplugs, the upstairs became quiet.

Three days later, the police came to my door. He said the person upstairs had been dead for three days.

But on the night I handed the Silent Earplugs to the police,

I heard the sound of a chair being dragged upstairs again.

My grandmother died in a car accident. My father accepted 600,000 yuan from the perpetrator and became the envy of everyone in the village.

But outside the crematorium, I personally overheard the perpetrator laughing as he made a phone call: “600,000 settled it, pretty cost-effective. Don’t worry, our secret will never be revealed.”

On the day of the school forum’s campus belle contest, my sister won over the Beijing Circle Little Princess Jiang Tingrou by a narrow margin of a few votes.

Everyone thought Jiang Tingrou would be angry, but instead, she took the initiative to befriend my sister and invited her to her own birthday party.

On Jiang Tingrou’s birthday, my sister fell from the top-floor suite of the hotel and died instantly. At the time of her death, she was wearing nothing but disheveled underwear.

Jiang Tingrou, still shaken, cried to the police and the media: “I wanted to be friends with her, but she seduced my boyfriend. When I found out, she tried to escape and ended up falling from upstairs.”

For a time, the internet was flooded with abuse directed at my sister, calling her heartless and saying she deserved her fate.

Five years later, Jiang Tingrou is about to marry the president of Gu Group, happily preparing for her wedding.

She no longer thinks of my sister; to her, she was nothing more than an ant crushed underfoot.

But what Jiang Tingrou doesn’t know is that the Butler, Fitness Coach, Wedding Dress Designer, and countless other “ants” she looks down upon are quietly brewing a storm of revenge.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, the young professor Sheng Bianyan suddenly decided to die while attending a lecture.

Under the gaze of more than a hundred people, he left the lecture hall, hurried into the restroom, and hanged himself from a faucet with a necktie.

Yes, a faucet.

The kind that’s one meter off the ground.

Just after the Spring Festival in 2023, I took on a rather challenging assignment:

To find a woman who had mysteriously disappeared and whose identity was shrouded in mystery.

She had just deceived three men before the New Year, yet her records showed:

Six years ago, she died of illness and was cremated.