Zhou Lin - Chapter 191 Chapter of the Sacrifice (End)

It took me two months to create the death of John Smith.

I thought I had done it perfectly, and I had thought of all the details, including the surveillance capabilities of federal agencies and their execution capabilities when investigating this matter after the fact.

I would even go as far as to say that I overestimated their abilities before designing the plan.

In the past two months, I gradually stopped all social activities related to John Smith: I canceled the shell company, returned the long-term rental house, stopped paying all taxes, and reduced my own income. Shopping records.

The last time I used my ID in public, or… my ID as John Smith, was at a hotel chain.

That day, I was very high-profile.

When I checked in, I made faces and cursed at the front desk; not only did I not let the waiter touch my luggage, but I kept complaining to him about how terrible the hotel was, and finally refused to give him a tip; I was in the room in the middle of the night I was pacing back and forth, causing the guest downstairs to call the front desk to complain. After being warned by the front desk, I ran downstairs, knocked on the guest’s door, and threatened him through the door; I called three times in one night. Technicians came for door-to-door service, and every time one came, I would drive them away on the grounds that they looked much worse than the photos and called them ugly when they gave me the middle finger and rolled their eyes…

To make a long story short, I produced at least seven or eight “witnesses” that left a deep impression on me during the night.

And the next day, I robbed a jewelry store.

I visited this store beforehand. There are hidden alarm buttons under each counter, and it is privately owned. The owner himself is in the store. As long as a robbery occurs, someone will press the alarm.

Wearing a ski mask and holding a handgun, I quickly grabbed a bag of stolen goods and jumped into the car with the bag before the police arrived.

I had long ago waited for the police to arrive, and there were not many cars in the suburbs of Berlin. Even if my driving skills were average, I would not be overtaken immediately.

I just stepped on the accelerator, drove all the way to the predetermined location, and then drove into the Spree River surrounded by police cars.

Before the car hit the water, I had already put on a diving mask. After entering the water, because the car window had already been opened by me, I only needed to unfasten my seat belt and swim out of the car directly.

I was quite conscientious and put all the jewelry in a waterproof bag and zipped it tightly, so when the police fished the bag out of the river, nothing inside was lost.

As for the robber, John Smith… when he was found, he was already a corpse.

I spent a lot of money to get the body that the police got. To put it simply… it was my clone, but he was drowned as soon as he was cloned.

In this universe and this era, cloning technology is undoubtedly prohibited by the government; but there are still people doing it, and according to those who are engaged in these businesses, their technology… is also bought from within the Federation.

I don’t know to what extent the secret research within the Federation goes. Anyway, the technology circulating in the underground world is limited to making clones that are physically identical but have no superpowers, no mutant genes, and no memory.

In other words, although the finished product is exactly the same as the cloned person in terms of age, blood type, body shape, hair color, etc., when it wakes up, its mind is blank, and it neither recognizes things in the world nor can speak; except for breathing Apart from instinctive movements such as sucking and grasping, it can’t even turn over.

It is impossible for such a person to pretend to be the real person to carry out daily activities, but it is certainly enough to act as a corpse.

Some people may wonder, what is the use of this kind of clone? In this era, most medical diseases can be cured without surgery, and surgical organ damage can also be repaired with bionic materials. Therefore, there is no need to use cloned humans as organ donors; it is also unreasonable to use them for human experiments. Because there are so many cheaper and more efficient experimental methods…

Is it possible that clones are specifically used as props to fake death?

In fact, if you think about it for a moment, you will understand that it is mainly used by the porn industry.

People who run this business usually try their best to get some celebrities’ saliva, hair, or nails… It’s not difficult to get it. You just need to bribe the cleaners in some high-end places to get it… and then make Clones of these celebrities are sold to those in need.

Of course, the price is very expensive, sometimes even more expensive than the main body.

If you are wondering…if rich people can even buy and use the original body, why do they still need to find a clone? That’s because you lack imagination…

Because it is a clone and a blank piece of paper, it can be customized, some physical or non-physical details can be changed according to requirements, and it can also be educated according to certain hobbies.

I won’t go into details, even I think they are disgusting; in short, this business still serves the rich. Even leaving aside the price difference earned by the traders, the basic cost of cloning a person is still high. It’s ridiculously high, so poor people should just “use” synthesized photos or face-changing videos, as they can’t afford it.

As a time traveler, I also had my own moral interrogations when using clones as my scapegoats, but after I learned about their business, I became numb.

If I have the opportunity in the future, I think I will kill everyone who is engaged in this industry, but now, I am also their consumer.

Back to business…

Since I haven’t traveled to this world for a long time, I can avoid most of the cloning flaws, such as dental records, scars left by surgeries, steel nails in the body, and other traces that cannot be copied by cloning. consider.

As a result, the official quickly confirmed the death of I, that is, John Smith.

Even if PUT-OID has doubts about this, it doesn’t matter if they want to trace my lifetime movements. What they can find is: after a period of preparation, a time traveler broke away from the ordinary life and decided to do something. The big one ended up being planted. And there are enough witnesses to prove this man’s state the night before the robbery… which is very consistent with the character of an outlaw.

Of course, generally speaking, even if it is PUT-OID, it will not be found for this reason, because cloning a corpse is too convincing; Difficult to distinguish situations are different. Very few people would use this method to fake death, and the people who would use this method to fake death… are unlikely to be small people like me.

To sum up, after achieving this step, I can basically feel at ease; at this time, as long as I change my identity again and do not win the lottery or pay taxes in the future, PUT-OID will not target me again.

But I am a cautious person, and I am not in a hurry…

I decided to hide for another six months.

This is not difficult for me, because I have already prepared a safe house for myself, which is the kind of property in the middle of the market that looks very ordinary, but you can’t even find the entrance.

There is plenty of food and drinking water in the house, as well as a lot of toilet paper, water, electricity, and it is covered by a large public WIFI. The devices in the house that can be connected to the Internet are not many among the countless devices connected to this WIFI. What makes a difference.

As long as I close the door and stay in this safe house for half a year, the limelight will definitely be over, and even people on the street may start spreading the news that the sacrificer is dead.

That’s what I thought, but…

Two months later, one morning, I had just finished using the bathroom and was about to sit down and watch the news. Suddenly, the door to the safe house opened.

This door can only be opened with a password even from the inside, let alone from the outside? But I’m the only one who knows the password, so there’s definitely something wrong.

Without thinking, I pulled a pistol from under my pillow and pointed it at the door, and then… he came in.

Being pointed at a gun didn’t seem to make him feel any discomfort.

I saw him closing the door, coming to me with a smile, sitting down cross-legged, and asked me: Sacrificial person?

I could see and hear that he was asking questions knowingly.

Who are you? So I didn’t answer, but asked him back.

My name is James Lance, you can also call me…’Judge’. He replied.

What do you want from me? I asked again.

He knew where my safe house was, he knew my nickname, and most importantly, he knew the password to my safe house, so of course he had found the wrong person, so the remaining question was why he was looking for me.

Ha… don’t be nervous. As a result, he said with a smile, Actually, you and I have a lot in common. For example, I also like to make some sinners who have not been punished suffer some pain… He paused here. After a pause, he seemed to be observing my reaction, I know everything you have done before. You are outstanding. You are a cautious, reliable and trustworthy person…

As for me, I recently wanted to create a reality show. The format and content should be very suitable to your taste. Currently, I am still short of an assistant. I wonder…are you interested in giving it a try?