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Chapter 212 Memories of the Dead, The Final Killer! (First Update)
at the same time.

Chu Zhu sat on the bed, panting heavily, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He felt a sharp pain in his brain, and the dense text and language information made his temples throb uncontrollably.

After rubbing for a while, Chu Zhu finally came to her senses, and her eyes gradually cleared.

"I didn't feel this bad when I copied Xu Zihong's work before! Is it because I copied it a second time in such a short period of time?"

During the previous reset, Chu Zhu confirmed that the contamination had been removed.

Simply adding fragments of memory to knowledge isn't actually a serious burden on the individual... To be precise, madness, or even mutation into a monster, is primarily caused by contamination. As for the humanistic anchor, it's merely a key element in combating contamination!

Without pollution... the anchor of humanity has been shaken! As long as we can regain our senses and turn things around afterward, there's no problem.

Chu Zhu has reset countless times, experiencing a life so long it's unimaginable. Therefore, his humanity and sense of self are not so easily shaken!
Therefore, all things considered, compared to his good brother, Chu Zhu's use of copying doesn't carry the same unimaginable taboos...

but.

"We can't use it without any scruples or for normal purposes! And the pollution... it's really baffling!"

Chu Zhu glanced at his arm subconsciously, but this time he didn't see the fleeting scales. However, he still decided to commit suicide later.

Closing his eyes, Chu Zhu ignored the foreign languages ​​and extracted the memory fragments he wanted: "...Wait, the most vivid fragment is about getting into the official system? Ah, this..."

Chu Zhu was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make.

But thinking about it, he felt relieved. In the real world, there's a story like Fan Jin passing the imperial examination... Although compared to Fan Jin's ascension to heaven, entering the civil service system in the dream world can only be considered becoming a qualified official! But it still truly changed his fate.

"This is troublesome!" Chu Zhu smiled wryly, belatedly realizing the problem.

The memory fragments you obtain cannot be guaranteed to be the information you want... no, it's more likely to be useless information!
"What should I do?" Chu Zhu paced back and forth, wondering if she should find another injured person and try her luck again to extract memories.
Even if one can commit suicide to wash away the pollution, having too many fragmented memories will still have a significant impact on oneself!
Chu Zhu currently estimates that, assuming the contamination can be washed away, he can probably only rewrite it two or three times a day, which is probably the limit. Of course, this isn't too bad, since his day is different from others' because he can commit suicide and reset, so what might be a day for others could be three or five days for him…

The most troublesome thing is that this copying makes him feel very uncomfortable... Compared to the pain of his brain feeling like it's going to burst, he would rather commit suicide a few times.

"I can only copy it one more time today! How can I make the most of this opportunity to get something useful... hmm?"

Chu Zhu slowed his pace, a subtle expression appearing on his face.

The most vivid memory...? Useful intelligence?

It seems that there is still a chance for things to turn around?
After much deliberation, Chu Zhu abruptly opened the door and looked at Li Kang, who was staring at him from outside. His voice was urgent: "Uncle Li! In this escort team… were there any dead bodies?"

"Huh? Ah... yes, there have been casualties! What's going on?" Li Kang was somewhat confused. Why are you asking this as soon as we come out? Have you read the intelligence, or not?

"Take me to see the deceased right now!" Chu Zhu's eyes were burning with determination. This was the idea he had come up with: could they replicate the deceased's skills?
Undoubtedly, the most vivid memory of the deceased is the scene of their own death... and from this, a lot of information can be gleaned!
Yes, Chu Zhu no longer expects to pinpoint the undercover agent through fragmented memories. He just wants to know who the perpetrator is and whether he even recognizes them!

……

In the morgue.

As usual, Li Kang was asked to leave.

Chu Zhu stood alone, his expression solemn, looking at the dead man in the patrol uniform. He clasped his hands together and murmured, "Brother, I'm sorry! This was all to help pinpoint the killer! I'll burn incense for you as an apology afterward." Then, Chu Zhu placed his hand on the man's temple, closed his eyes, and began to rewrite his memory!
This moment.

Chu Zhu was stunned; he could only glean nothing from the man's mind.

I can't copy any skills...

“Well, I expected this! Everyone’s dead, everything is empty, it’s normal not to be able to read it, it would be surprising if you could…” Chu Zhu’s words suddenly stopped, “Wait! There is, there actually is?!”

Chu Zhu's heart was stirred. Although he still couldn't replicate the specific skills, fragmented memories flooded into his mind at this moment.

That is……

A murderer's face.

The killer's face was completely unfamiliar; it was a woman with plain, unremarkable features. But those eyes, combined with the makeup on this unfamiliar face... gave Chu Zhu a sense of déjà vu.

then……

It's the suffocating feeling of death.

Chu Zhu's vision went black, and he staggered back several steps, leaning against the wall. Cold sweat poured down his body as he gasped for breath. He even subconsciously touched his neck, repeatedly confirming that his trachea hadn't been cut.

Fortunately, Chu Zhu died frequently, so although this feeling of palpitations was somewhat unpleasant, he was much more accustomed to it than someone who suddenly experienced such a thing.

Chu Zhu leaned against the wall for more than ten minutes, and finally gradually regained some of her strength. She stood up, shook her head to clear her mind for a moment, and sorted out the information she had obtained earlier.

His mind raced: "Being unable to copy skills actually puts far less pressure on you than directly copying them... And, just as I suspected before! This kind of reading can only reveal exactly how someone died!"

On the one hand, this kind of memory is the most vivid. On the other hand, it's estimated that almost all past memories have faded away...

In fact, after repeatedly pondering his previous feelings, Chu Zhu roughly realized that the last remaining fragments of memory in the deceased's mind would gradually disappear after some time.

"...But then again! Was it her?" Chu Zhu repeatedly recalled those eyes and that very familiar makeup. A guess gradually formed in her mind, but she still couldn't be sure.

Chu Zhu's brows furrowed even more deeply. If it really was that woman, given her status and position... then the trouble was truly immense!

The murky waters in Jinghai City involve a complex power struggle at the top... which may be more troublesome than he had anticipated.

After pacing around in place several times, Chu Zhu finally made up her mind.

"Fine! Let's just test the waters."

Chu Zhu sighed softly, a resolute glint in his eyes, before he gritted his teeth and swallowed the poison.

Next breath.

Time begins to reverse!

(End of this chapter)