Without any resistance or struggle, Zhang San, the hoodlum, became a book in Han Feiyu's hands, and also the first original manuscript that Han Feiyu, as a storyteller, completed himself.
"Oh, this is exactly what I wanted! It's excellent, excellent! With this book, I'll be a real storyteller."
Holding the manuscript, I ran my fingers over the cover and glanced at the contents.
The book feels great to the touch, with a delicate and warm sensation. In his heart, Han Feiyu once again expressed his gratitude to the kind-hearted Zhang San for his help.
As for the crime scene here?
On the blue flagstone path, apart from a few barely noticeable bloodstains, there was nothing else.
Han Feiyu was certain that, like before, this operation would go unnoticed by anyone.
Those who have frequently committed murder should know that the most troublesome aspect of homicide cases is the so-called random killing.
Without any connection to money or hatred, it's impossible to even narrow down the most basic range of suspects.
Not to mention Han Feiyu's ability to turn such a large corpse into a book, truly making Zhang San die without a complete body.
He knew Zhang San; he was just a hoodlum, and apart from his few henchmen, no one paid any attention to him.
"Yeah, that's right, brother. He has several brothers too."
Zhang San, Zhang San, tell me, you're all alone down there, while your brothers are still living up there. How heartbreaking is that?
As good brothers, they were separated by death due to this accident.
No, I won't let such a tragedy happen. After all, I'm a kind-hearted person; I'll send them down to join you right away."
After repeatedly looking through the original manuscript, Han Feiyu seemed to sympathize with Zhang San's plight.
Just right, not only so that Zhang San would have some company on his journey to the underworld, but also for his next plan, he should take action.
He had already tested the ability to seize records.
However, I haven't had the chance to try it yet, even if it's fictional.
"Now is the time to weave and build an interesting story through their deaths and my abilities."
With a slight upturn of his lips, Han Feiyu slapped the manuscript onto himself.
Without any collision or obstruction, the original manuscript seemed to be absorbed, directly merging with Han Feiyu's body.
This is also a function he discovered: he can directly integrate fictional or stolen works that he created.
Then, it is stored in a special space, and the effect can be activated whenever he wants.
"Buzz..."
The original manuscript belonging to Zhang San was activated, and Han Feiyu's body rippled like water, undergoing a change.
In just a few seconds, the people standing here were completely different.
Those murky eyes, those disheveled clothes, and that fierce-looking expression.
"Perfect. As long as the corresponding original is activated, I can even become almost identical to that person."
Not just appearance, but also scars, hairstyle, and much more.
Relying on her superb acting skills, Han Feiyu adjusted her temperament and voice to make herself look less different from the real Zhang San.
This isn't a problem, because the original manuscript also contains Zhang San's entire life story. As long as the acting is decent, basically no one can figure it out.
"Yes, now, I am Zhang San."
He patted his chest, ready to begin his operation according to the previous plan.
He counted the money he had just extorted from the vegetable vendor and headed toward a nearby pharmacy.
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