Traveling through Thailand

"He's so handsome, but a little timid." The bearded man had yellow in his eyes, and his naked gaze never left him.

Another tall and thin man standing behind him also echoed: "That's right, that's right. If he grew his hair long and changed into women's clothes, maybe we really couldn't tell his true gender."

"Hahaha, that makes sense." The others agreed with what they said and laughed shrilly.

"Hey, I remember some rich people love this. Once we get the secret recipe, why not... hehe." Everyone looked at each other and laughed again with a tacit understanding.

"That's a good idea. Boss Dayang also said that after we get the secret recipe, we can do whatever we want with him. As long as he doesn't show up in front of them again. Why not... sell him to those people and make some extra money?"

Some people even said, "After he tells us all his secret recipes, we brothers might as well...hahaha." Before they finished speaking, the people around them who understood the situation burst into obscene laughter.

Tu Cha sat down in the middle of them with her eyes lowered. Besides their malicious laughter, she could also hear the disgusting gazes that swept over her body from time to time.

The more tense his body became, the more his teeth chattered. He was clearly in a dangerous situation, but for some reason, the louder and more malicious their laughter became, the calmer he became.

Normally, an ordinary person in this situation would cry out in fear or become incontinent. But he didn't have any of these symptoms. For some reason, he could still clearly remember how frightened he was the last time he faced a crisis. But now...

His clenched right hand loosened slightly, unconsciously wanting to hold something. He looked at his right hand with a calm look, feeling that this hand should be holding something.

So, what is it?

Zero Zero, Zero Zero, tell me, have I forgotten something?

No, Zero Zero isn't his real name. His name was... what was it? Why can't I remember it? No, no...

What I should think about now is how to escape. Yes, I want to escape. Sky's neck is still waiting for me to carve.

Carving? No, I've never learned to draw. And who is Sky? I don't know him, but why does his name sound so familiar?

No, no, none of this is right.

Because everyone was fantasizing about successfully completing the tasks assigned by the superiors, and also fantasizing about selling him and using the money to have fun in the wine brothel, no one noticed his abnormality.

Tucha was in a state of confusion, her mind swirling with questions. She began to recall how the system hadn't issued any tasks since its inception, nor had it explained what to do after binding herself. Ah, no, there was one thing: paying back the money.

So why would they give me a card in the first place? What system would be so generous? While I have to pay it back eventually, there's no interest and no set monthly repayment amount; it's all my own initiative.

At this moment, he felt that he was hiding a secret. And this hidden secret must have been created by System Zero.

"Ah." With a scream, Tu Cha was kicked to the ground.

"Our boss is asking you a question."

"Even in this situation, you're still in a daze. I don't know whether to call you timid or brave."

Tu Cha endured the pain in his body, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his lowered eyes. This murderous intent came and went quickly, and even he himself didn't notice it.

"Hey, you still haven't replied. It seems that this kick was too light."

"Since it's the second time, let him eat some bones, but don't hit him too hard. If he gets hurt, he won't be able to sell it for a good price."

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

The people who had been searching for him elsewhere, nearly turning the area upside down, gathered together again. The scattered groups looked at each other and shook their heads. Jom and Ming, who hadn't heard the good news, looked very sad. They knew in their hearts that he must have been kidnapped.

Unfortunately, they didn't know where he was being abducted, nor did they know which faction was willing to risk being mistaken for an assassin and come to Phalathip's jurisdiction to abduct him. And how did they know his whereabouts?

Knowing that it would be a waste of time to continue searching, Yai took Jom back to his residence.

"Draw a few more pictures of him, and I'll send people out to look for him tomorrow morning." Yai pushed the man to the table and took out a stack of drawing paper and placed it in front of him.

Jom, who had been worried about Tucha's safety the whole time, didn't know how he ended up sitting at the table. His blank mind made him brighten up when he heard Yai's suggestion: "This is a good idea." He then picked up a pen and started drawing on the paper.

After Ming brought everyone back, he dismissed the workers first and then followed his mother into the room.

"Mom, I have a feeling that this kidnapping incident must have been done by the person who came to ask for the secret recipe last time."

Man looked at her son with a worried look on her face. Tucha's disappearance made her very uneasy.

"Then tomorrow morning, go look for that person and see if you can find any clues."

"Well, I'll go and find out tomorrow morning."

Unfortunately, for several days, whether it was the person Ming was looking for or Jom's inquiries with the portrait, the end result was the same: no results. Even Yai's confidants were unable to find any leads. Instead, the police reported the incident.

However, this news was a terrifying murder case. The most terrifying thing was that all the victims had their throats slit and each had a seasoning pattern carved on their necks. The most seriously injured one seemed to be their leader, whose bones in both hands were smashed.

Such brutal tactics were believed to be the result of a clandestine struggle within the police station. After all, many of those killed were regulars at the police station. The only puzzling question was why the killer would carve various spices into the neck.

Some of them thought it was a curse, some thought it was a provocation, and some even believed that these seasonings must represent something, and if they could be deciphered, they might be able to find the reason why the murderer committed the crime.

Unfortunately, in this era, people like them who are at the bottom of society die and that's it. No one wants to spend more time and energy to pay attention to why they died. As long as their interests are not affected, then everything is fine.

In a forest somewhere, Tucha was walking through the jungle, covered in blood. The knife in her hand had long been stained red, and her clothes were almost soaked in blood.

He only needed to glance around casually to find his target. His face was filled with the excitement of finding his prey, as if he had smelled the strong scent of blood.

"I found you."

A man hiding behind a tree trunk, his face filled with fear. The scratches and wounds on his body showed he'd done his best to escape this far. But who could blame him for running into a pervert? A pervert who enjoyed slicing people's necks and painting on them.

Startled by the sound behind him, the man fell to the ground. Unfortunately, his reaction was too intense. He forgot the knife at his neck and, following his momentum, slashed his own throat. His pupils gradually dilated, revealing a look of relief.

Tu Cha shook off the blood stains on the knife and turned to walk towards someone who was hiding somewhere else.

"There's one last one." He murmured as he walked.

After finishing the last one, he didn't stay here for long, instead following the faint sound of running water. After about half an hour, he pushed aside the tall weeds and came upon a small, gurgling waterfall.

He stood in the river to wash the blood stains off his body, but unfortunately there was too much blood splashed on his body and there was no chance of washing the clothes he was wearing.

But he didn't care. During this painting session, he gradually figured out his current situation.

Thinking of System Zero Zero finding an excuse to return to Little Ladder, he couldn't help but sneer. "I never thought you'd be willing to rip off your other personality just to protect him. And even arranged for a subsystem to follow you around. Unfortunately, man proposes, fate disposes. I still managed to find the sealed memory."

He raised the knife in his hand. Under the sunlight, he didn't feel the glare. The discomfort in his eyes made him feel free. This feeling of no longer being suppressed was what he had always wanted.

"It's worth my 'thank you' to them for helping me break through the blockade."

Thinking back to the previous two days, his mind was in a state of confusion, surrounded by the constant chattering and the occasional punches and kicks. The most infuriating thing was that one of them had actually touched his waist during a break. He was particularly offended by the way he kneaded it, and the alcohol-smelling breath that came close to his.

It reminded him of his true identity. At the moment his memory broke free, he pulled out the dagger hanging from the man's waist. A flash of cold light flashed. The drunken man clutched his neck in disbelief, blood flowing from the seams of his hands.

He played with the dagger in his hand, feeling its weight, and finally gave his assessment: "Just use it for what it is."

In this way, one night, under the light of candlelight, he happily completed one work after another. Of course, he also encountered some with short necks, which he disliked. It was just because it would make him change the picture he wanted to carve.

Because the smell of blood was too strong, several people who had quickly sobered up escaped just as he was about to finish his work. Fortunately, he chose a simple lemon for the painting, which allowed him to quickly chase them out.

After the recollection, he looked at his current face through the reflection in the water: "Not bad, not ugly."

He was almost done, even the blood on the knife. He walked towards the shore, thinking about his current identity and wondering why Little Ladder had sent the subsystem to bind him. He thought about the danger he posed to them, and about the last scene in his memory.

Tu Cha stopped and said, "Emotions really can change people."

Thinking of the lover in this body, and every moment we shared, my first thought was, how foolish I was, having been tricked into nothing but a simple trap. When I could go back, I would definitely thank him for his love.

Thinking of that person's white and delicate neck, if the scenery was dyed red, it would definitely be comparable to all the paintings he had created.

The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't wait to go back to that time. I wanted to pin that person down and create the most beautiful painting on his beautiful neck.

He decided that before he took his last breath, he would preserve this perfect work for all to see forever.

"Hey~ Zero Zero is expecting you to come over soon."