When the police rushed into the scene like a whirlwind, their attention was first attracted by the unconscious Song Jiao.
She was like a withered flower, leaning weakly on the chair, fragile and pitiful.
Then, their eyes shifted to Huo Ling, who was lying unconscious on the ground holding a dagger, and Zhang Yurou, who had closed her eyes forever.
The police acted quickly and orderly. They woke up the unconscious Huo Ling and investigated the scene with sharp eyes and professional methods.
After a series of careful investigations and reasoning, they came to a shocking conclusion: Huo Ling was the murderer of Zhang Yurou.
This conclusion hit Huo Ling's heart like a bolt from the blue.
He was taken away on the spot, even though he struggled and argued, trying to reveal the truth to the police and tell them that all this was Song Jiao's conspiracy.
However, his defense seemed so pale and powerless in the face of overwhelming evidence.
He turned his head and looked at Song Jiao with the last glimmer of hope. However, the scene he saw made him completely stunned.
Song Jiao was still tied firmly to the chair, the ropes on her body intact, as if they had never been untied.
At this moment, Huo Ling's world completely collapsed.
If nothing had just happened, then what had he seen? His mind was completely destroyed, unable to explain or accept this strange and absurd reality.
He could only let the police take him away, his heart filled with endless confusion and despair.
A month later, Huo Ling's crimes of brutally murdering his ex-wife and kidnapping swept across the entire society like a dark storm.
Major media outlets reported on the incident, causing an uproar in public opinion, with people expressing shock and condemnation of his cruelty and callousness.
In the end, the scales of justice tilted in favor, and Huo Ling was sentenced to death.
Song Jiao sat in the spacious and bright room, looking at the trending news on her mobile phone with satisfaction.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Even if Huo Ling died, he would never understand what happened that day.
She gently opened the system page and glanced at the completed task icon.
Then, she gracefully ordered, "Leave the mission world!"
As she finished her words, a mysterious force began to surge, slowly taking her away from this mission world.
Naronglan stumbled back to the system space like a fallen leaf blown by the wind.
Her eyes were blank and she was in a state of near madness.
On the task progress bar in front of her, a glaring "0" kept shaking in front of her eyes like a mocking grimace.
At this moment, the system's cold and ruthless voice slowly resounded within the system space, as chilling as the mockery of the god of death: "The system has detected that the host has failed the first mission. According to regulations, we will extract 10% of your soul power, and you will be unable to enter the new world for thirty days. Please be prepared for punishment."
Na Ronglan suddenly felt dizzy. She struggled frantically and screamed, "Why do you think I failed to complete the task? That person is obviously not Chen Yao. Why are you punishing me?" Her voice was sharp and piercing, filled with endless anger and unwillingness.
She couldn't stand such a failure, let alone accept the punishment she was about to face.
She continued to question the system: "Doesn't it say that taskers cannot interfere with each other? Why can others interfere with my task?" Her heart was full of doubts and confusion. She wanted to find a reasonable explanation to calm her inner anger and despair.
However, the system did not give her any chance. It answered without hesitation: "Host, please don't be unreasonable. We have just checked and Song Jiao did not follow you into the mission world. If she had entered, we would definitely have discovered it as soon as possible. Moreover, your missions are different, and the time you leave the world is even less likely to be the same." The system's voice was cold and firm, as if it was stating a very simple fact.
Finally, the system reminded again: "So please accept the punishment, host. If you resist, the punishment will be doubled." Its voice revealed an unquestionable majesty and power, which made Naronglan feel deeply powerless and desperate.
Song Jiao sat elegantly in the system space, with a barely perceptible hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
She watched quietly as Naronglan's soul power gradually dissipated, as if she was admiring a carefully planned fireworks show.
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, outlining a faint arc, like a breeze in the moonlight blowing across the lake, stirring up layers of ripples.
For high-level taskers, even if the mission fails, they can easily offset the punishment with points, faith, or merit, as if they have an omnipotent golden medal of immunity from death.
However, for junior taskers, especially those like Naronglan who have no points at all, mission failure means cruel punishment - the power of the soul is ruthlessly extracted.
When the power of the soul completely dissipates, it means everything will be reduced to ashes.
As the power of the soul gradually dissipated, Naronglan's soul became paler and even a little unstable.
Na Ronglan stared at the system angrily and unwillingly, her heart filled with resentment and suspicion towards Song Jiao.
She firmly believed that all this was Song Jiao's doing behind the scenes, it had to be true!
However, she could not find any evidence to support her guess.
At this moment, Shishui hurried over. His appearance was like a ray of sunshine shining into Naronglan's dark heart.
The moment Na Ronglan saw him, she felt like she had found a savior. She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Her voice trembled with endless grievance, "I'm sure the person I met in the mission world was Song Jiao. That woman was definitely her! She's the one who prevented me from completing the mission."
Shishui gently raised his hand and stroked her head gently, as if comforting a wounded little animal.
He sighed deeply and said, "It's useless. I've checked and there's no trace of Song Jiao in the world you're in.
Therefore, the only thing you can do now is to continue to complete the mission and level up, so that you can have a chance to take revenge."
After learning that Naronglan's mission had failed, Shishui immediately went to find the main system.
He personally watched as the main system conducted a query, and the results proved that Song Jiao had not entered Na Ronglan's mission world. Therefore, the matter could only be stopped there.
However, Naronglan could not accept such an outcome.
She roared angrily: "But I won't give up. I can obviously complete the task soon." Her voice was full of despair and unwillingness.
Shi Shui gently patted her shoulder, his voice low and firm: "Only by staying alive can you have the opportunity to seek revenge. Don't let anger and hatred blind your eyes. You must learn to be strong and patient. Only in this way can you go further in the future."
"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll make Song Jiao pay the price!"
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