003 Help Me Kill Someone

Leaning leisurely against the doorframe, Shen Shiwei watched the young man’s somewhat disheveled retreat with a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Let’s start changing fate with him,” she murmured.

The system 0805 couldn’t contain its excitement: [Host, his eyes are telling me he likes you!!]

Shen Shiwei paid no mind, narrowing her eyes slightly with a calculating glint. “What a fuss. It would be strange if he didn’t like me.”

While the young man was taking a shower, she went ahead to the living room to grab a hairdryer. Seeing the dirty footprints left on the floor where he had walked, she frowned.

“If I didn’t know how this would end, I might actually have kicked him out.”

Curious, the system asked, [What kind of ending?]

Shen Shiwei blinked in surprise. “Aren’t you a system? Why are you asking me?”

[...Host, you know, I was bound to the wrong person. The ending I know isn’t the ending of your novel.]

“So you…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, for the answer was obvious: the system had no knowledge of the words that had appeared in her mind.

“If I kicked him out now, a few burly men would come immediately, and I wouldn’t be able to escape,” she said with a loathing look in her eyes. “So this time, I want him to kill those three.”

The system was stunned into silence for a long moment.

[Host, killing is illegal.]

Shen Shiwei smiled, her bright eyes hardening with determination, but her tone was dismissive. “You forgot — this is the apocalypse. When people die, who’s going to investigate?”

As a system that only traversed worlds of sweet romance, this was a bit beyond its scope. Yet, this host was indeed a promising candidate for a vicious villainess.

She would complete the task quickly and thoroughly!

The young man finished his shower quickly. Shen Shiwei was halfway through drying her hair when he came out, still wearing his bloodstained clothes.

Setting down the hairdryer, she sat elegantly on the sofa, regarding him with the haughty demeanor of a mistress.

He was fair-featured, with a slight build but some visible muscle. Tall and long-legged, he could barely pass as a bodyguard.

Feeling the weight of her gaze, the young man grew uneasy, his hands nervously clutching the edges of his shirt.

“What’s your name?”

“Wei Qing, second-year Chemistry major. I…”

“Enough,” Shen Shiwei cut him off coldly. “I only need your name.” She paused, eyes flicking to the bloodstains on his clothes. “Whose blood is that?”

Wei Qing looked into her eyes, a complicated emotion flickering there. Obediently, he answered, “It’s... a classmate’s. He turned into a zombie.”

Shen Shiwei rose and clicked across the floor in white heels toward Wei Qing.

Just washed, she carried the scent of gardenia—identical to the shampoo scent he still bore.

Wei Qing swallowed hard and took a step back.

Shen Shiwei fixed her gaze on his eyes and said softly, “Since you’ve killed before, help me kill three more.”

Wei Qing’s eyes widened in shock.

“But I…”

“Can’t kill them?” Shen Shiwei smiled lightly. “Is it that you don’t dare or that you’re incapable?”

Wei Qing was immune to reverse psychology, but he pursed his lips and asked, “Who do you want me to kill?”

Shen Shiwei’s lovely round eyes curved into crescent moons with delight. Tilting her head, she said, “The ones who are coming later.”

Wei Qing was confused. “I didn’t see anyone when I ran here. How do you know more people are coming?”

Shen Shiwei was unfazed. “I don’t owe you an explanation.” After a pause, she added, “When they arrive, if they ask about us, say I’m your girlfriend. Try to lower their guard.”

Wei Qing looked at her exquisite, pale face and nodded in agreement.

“Oh, by the way,” Shen Shiwei, about to head to the bedroom, suddenly remembered and turned to Wei Qing. “My name is…”

“Shen Shiwei.”

Wei Qing beat her to it.

“You know me?”

Looking steadily into her eyes, he enunciated each word, “The art department’s belle, Shen Shiwei. We’ve met before.”

Raising an eyebrow, she replied, “Oh? I don’t remember.” With that, she limped toward the bedroom.

Realizing she would soon leave this place, Shen Shiwei cracked open the wardrobe and began transferring all the clothes inside into her own space, including several packs of disinfectant wipes from the dresser drawer.

Wei Qing first moved to the door, bypassed the table used to barricade it, and pressed his ear against the door to listen.

After confirming no noise outside, he walked to the balcony window, opened it, and peered down at the surroundings.

An eerie silence prevailed below—no zombies in sight.

Perhaps because this area was farther from the main academic buildings, the zombies hadn’t yet arrived.

Just as Shen Shiwei stepped out of the bedroom, Wei Qing hurried over and said, “Why wait for those three? There are no zombies outside yet. I can take you and run.”

Shen Shiwei shook her head, glancing toward the door. “It’s too late.”

At that moment, a passage of text appeared in her mind again.

[Shen Shiwei thought she was safe now, but a minute later, three men chased by zombies would knock on this door.

Perhaps because they were used to hard labor, they easily forced the door open. To prevent the zombies from breaking in, two of them moved the sofa to block the door.

Thus, Shen Shiwei was left alone, a captive to them.]

Shen Shiwei narrowed her eyes and looked sharply at Wei Qing, pressing a utility knife into his hand.

Wei Qing refused and instead pulled a folding knife from his pocket, unfolding it into a blade resembling a dagger. “I have a knife.”

She considered briefly, then suddenly said, “Not enough.”

Before Wei Qing could react, Shen Shiwei bit down hard on his wrist, leaving clear teeth marks.

“Ugh…”

Wei Qing gasped in pain, drawing in a sharp breath. Puzzled, he looked at her, unable to comprehend why she had done that.