Chapter 2

Chapter 2

After Jiang Ning fell asleep, I spent the night designing a virus.

I used a photo of the victim as bait.

[Exclusive! High-res, uncensored photos of the night market naked corpse!]

Then, I set up an IP address and posted it across various dark web forums frequented by creeps.

Let’s just say, the fish will bite if they want to.

Oh, and one more thing…

I opened Jiang Ning’s phone and looked at the people who had been harassing her. I set up another IP address, created a group chat, and added every single one of them.

Inside the group:

[?]

[What kind of group is this?]

Me: [I have high-res, uncensored photos from the scene, taken from several angles. Do you want them?]

[Yes!]

[+1!]

[OP is a saint!]

I posted the virus link.

Honestly, what decent person just clicks on random links? But clearly, no one in this group was a decent person.

I waited for over half an hour. Not a single soul spoke in the group again.

Good grief, it was a total wipeout.

Every single one of them was an idiot.

There’s a saying: a criminal is the best Profiler.

I’m not a criminal; I was just diagnosed at a young age with a lack of empathy and told I was highly likely to develop an antisocial personality. That’s all.

However, I know how to mimic the people around me to try and act like a normal person.

Actually, saying I lack empathy isn’t entirely accurate. For instance, it’s very easy for me to “empathize” with perverts like this.

I know that “he” sees himself as a god. Seeing so many people criticizing the victim, “he” automatically interprets that as praise for his work.

I can imagine his joy, his excitement, his satisfaction.

Honestly, a freak like that just makes me want to crush and humiliate him.

I went to sleep full of anticipation.

The next day, I headed out.

As I walked through the neighborhood, I ran into Aunt Zhang.

She hurriedly called out to me, “Oh, you’re wearing a skirt?”

I smiled and said, “Yes, why?”

Aunt Zhang hesitated. “It’s not safe lately…”

“It’s not that extreme. I still have to wear my skirts.”

Aunt Zhang sighed. “You young people just don’t take things seriously.”

She looked me up and down and added, “It is a beautiful skirt, though. It’d be a shame if you weren’t allowed to wear it.”

She warned me to stay close to home and definitely not to wander off.

“Especially stay away from Anning Street!” she said.

Anning Street was where the incident had happened that night.

I smiled. “Will do.”