Chapter 1 begins with a deranged murderer on your opposite side.

[The countdown to the angst-filled scene begins, 13 minutes. Start.]

Xin Que finally regained consciousness from her dizziness and saw several lines of large characters floating in front of her.

What's going on?!

She glanced around, managing to sift through her overloaded and nearly exploding brain to find a few pieces of information.

She must have traveled through time.

Ten minutes later, at the beginning of the plot, the deranged killer is about to break down the door, cornering the female protagonist who called the police for help, thus creating an opportunity for the male protagonist to play the hero and save her.

Xin Que stood up unsteadily and looked around at her surroundings.

This is the rented room where this body is temporarily staying...

I don't have time to research other information.

Her mind was filled with the plot hints she had just heard.

After thoroughly examining the house, she found the kitchen in the second minute.

Question: If a serial killer wielding a machete breaks down the door in 11 minutes, how would you protect yourself within that limited time?

Xin Que walked straight past the kitchen knife on the shelf.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The gas stove was turned on and turned to the maximum.

She chose to... take the wok off the heat and heat the oil over high heat.

I also added the last half bag of white sugar that was left in the kitchen.

Looking at the sugar and oil mixture in the pot, which had already begun to bubble vigorously, the pungent fumes from the oil spread throughout the narrow kitchen.

Just standing by the pot, Xin Que was already sweating from the heat inside.

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[Beep—!]

A sharp alarm blared in Xin Que's mind, making her feel irritable.

At the same time, amidst a series of loud, frenzied hacking and slashing sounds, the lock on the gate was completely destroyed.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the living room.

"You fucking bitch, you won't open the door for me..."

The man's furious voice rang out from behind the wall.

"I've lived a life of utter poverty, why are you all living so well! I'll take a few of you down with me even when I'm dead!"

"Bang!" A series of smashing sounds echoed in the living room.

"Get out here!" The man searched through each bedroom.

"I've been fucking staking out you for days, I know you live alone, you little wench!!!"

"Hand over all the money, you fucking bastards!!!"

By the end, the man had gone completely mad.

Danger is imminent.

"Bang!" The kitchen door was kicked open.

"Oh, young lady, you're cooking here..."

The man's contorted face revealed the excitement of finally finding his prey, and he pressed closer and closer to the woman by the stove.

Seeing that he was less than two meters away from the woman, the man subconsciously quickened his pace.

He suddenly slipped and fell heavily onto the ground, which had been lubricated with cooking oil.

As it turns out, if you pour a pot of boiling sugar and oil mixture over your head, even a celestial being would need to call emergency services to rebuild their body.

"I advise you not to scratch it. The melted sugar will stick to the surface of your skin unless you cut the flesh off along with it."

Xin Que sat with her arms crossed, leaning against the edge of the table, looking down at the man on the ground with a look of disgust.

This scene is absolutely disgusting.

She shook her head, ignoring the man whose skin was covered in large, scalded and festering sores, with a mixture of sugar and oil clinging to his skin.

Leaving the man's shrill, piercing screams behind her, she leisurely called the police and 120 (emergency services).

The fully armed police and armed police who arrived at the scene...

You mean, this grotesque, inhuman mess on the ground is the long-wandering, deranged serial killer who has been wanted by the city for ages?

No one present dared to touch the disfigured, utterly grotesque humanoid creature on the ground.

So the pressure fell on the ambulance service, which arrived a little late.

Medical staff "..."

The police took Xin Que away for questioning first.

Xin Que didn't show any emotional fluctuations.

Going to the police station is better than seeing a forensic doctor, right?

Fortunately, there was no one to bother me at the police station, so it didn't hinder me from sorting out the current situation.

As Xin Que descended the stairs surrounded by police, she brushed past a tall man hurrying up the stairs in the hallway.

The man subconsciously glanced back at Xin Que, who was being protected by the police.

Xin Que caught a glimpse of the man out of the corner of her eye; he was dressed in a suit and tie, looking astonished, and holding up a cell phone with its screen lit up.

It seems this must be the male lead.

The main thing is that this person's appearance is on a completely different level from everyone else; they stand out too much.

"That... no, that person's DNA comparison results need to be awaited." The police officer who pushed open the door greeted his colleague who was taking Xin Que's statement.

The person is still in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment; reportedly, the stuff stuck to their body is impossible to remove...

The policeman shuddered and subconsciously touched his neck.

That was so damn exciting! That guy was practically covered in bruises.

The man looked at Xin Que, who was sitting calmly across the table.

Although her neighbors confirmed that the man had tried to break into her room, Xin Que remained remarkably calm...

They are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

No normal person could imagine such a ruthless method of self-defense.

According to colleagues who surveyed the site, there were a total of two pots on the stove in the kitchen.

One pot contained a mixture of sugar and oil, while the fire under the other pot was still burning something.

Upon opening the pot lid, a pot full of boiling water was revealed.

He had no doubt that if they had arrived any later, the man would have been blanched again from head to toe.

Faced with their questions, Xin Que was very frank, "I thought about fighting with knives, but when that person was chopping at the door, I peeked through the peephole and saw that the knife in his hand was much longer than my kitchen knife."

Xin Que spread his hands and said, "I can only think of other ways to survive from him and hold on until you come to rescue me."

The policeman's lips twitched.

In summary, there was nothing suspicious about Xin Que's testimony.

"How could your hand be so steady when you were holding the pot?" the police officer asked as a final question. "With half a pot of oil, and in such a critical situation, you didn't get a single drop on it."

Xin Que sighed, "If you push me too far, you'll be more stable than me. In that situation, it was either me or him who would die."

The police, recalling the horrific state of the woman who had died at the hands of that murderer, remained noncommittal.

[Story reset.]

[The time when she meets the male lead, Luo Huayi, is postponed.]

[Please have the character Xin Que complete the tragic love story mission according to the assigned plot.]

Xin Que frowned as she looked at the few lines of large characters that had once again appeared before her eyes.

I finally have time to properly review all those plots that have been crammed into my head.

Xin Que lowered her eyes and went through it in her mind.

Her current identity is Xin Que, the female protagonist of a tragic novel about chasing after one's wife.

The man she almost subjected to a brutal, greasy love affair with today was the very man who triggered her falling in love with the male lead and beginning a decade-long, torturous romance.