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Some spat, some threw trash, some pointed and screamed insults.
Her current humiliation was just like mine had been ,enduring endless shame and injustice.
Amelia couldn't take it anymore. She clutched her head tightly and let out a shrill scream. Then she wildly rushed towards Connor, engaging in a fierce fight with him without mercy.
"It's all you! You tricked me!"
I watched the two of them roll around on the ground in a pathetic fight, throwing punches and kicks, a ridiculous sight.
Extremely satisfying.
After the police separated them,
Amelia didn't first complain about her own pain. Instead, she broke down sobbing.
I heard her crying out my name repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, Vincent, I'm sorry. I finally understand how much you suffered before you died..."
I could only smile helplessly.
It was all too late for those words.
"How dare you cause a scene in front of us?"
"Cuff them both!"
Unexpectedly, Connor, without hesitation, grabbed Amelia, using her as a human shield.
A flicker of desperate madness shone in his eyes.
"Move!"
Connor commanded in a low voice.
He slowly backed towards a staircase.
Then he shoved Amelia hard down the stairs.
Before the police could react, he suddenly bolted in the opposite direction.
He ran incredibly fast. Combined with the police needing to control the crowd and rescue Amelia,
Connor actually managed to escape.
The police immediately issued an all-points bulletin for Connor's arrest.
I followed Connor as he fled.
He hid in a dark, windowless storage room.
Acting completely deranged.
Muttering constantly.
"How did this happen? I'm the protagonist! I have the system!"
"Quick! Evolve already! Kill them all!"
It was from his fragmented ramblings that I pieced together the truth.
Turns out, Connor and I were just fictional characters in a novel.
Connor was the typical 'Chosen One' protagonist.
Me? I wasn't even a supporting character, just an insignificant cannon fodder.
The novel's plot originally had me dying to prove my innocence, only to end up as mere 'nourishment' for Connor.
My death was solely to empower his cheat system. Only then would it become complete.
From then on, he'd cruise through life on easy mode, sweeping aside all obstacles, reaching the pinnacle of success.
If I hadn't, at that critical moment, accidentally gained the ability to hear Connor's thoughts, I might have truly followed that predetermined script.
I laughed, a laugh from the depths of my soul.
It seems heaven wasn't entirely without mercy towards me.
Meanwhile.
The police conducted a thorough inspection of the statue.
On the surface and inside the statue, aside from my own fingerprints, the only other prints found belonged to Connor.
As the police investigation deepened, they quickly issued a statement clearing my name.
As for Connor, after his brief hideout, it didn't take long for the police to find him.
When they found him, he was pretending to cower in a corner.
He suddenly charged at them with a kitchen knife he'd gotten hold of.
A officer punched him hard in the chest. Staggering backward, his hands cuffed, he fell flat on his face, knocking out two of his front teeth.
So, on top of the murder charge, Connor happily added assaulting a police officer.
Hah. Before, the evidence was only enough to put you away for a few decades.
Now, you can sing the blues behind bars for the rest of your life.
Finally, after the trial concluded, he was sentenced to life imprisonment.
