hen he heard this good news, Xiao He quickly opened his panel and indeed discovered that his points had reached the fifty thousand mark for the first time!
However, nearly forty thousand of these points had slowly accumulated through the long-tail effects of the "Zhu Third Brother" and "Mu Ze" characters, particularly the "Zhu Third Brother" role.
Although Shen Jue was ruthless and merciless, with the Bone-Cleaving Knife Technique being cruel and bloody, it hadn't achieved the "criminal influence" that Xiao He desired.
Of course, this was only by comparison. After all, promotion had just begun, and points were still steadily rising. It could only be said that Zhu Third Brother was simply too wicked—from the audience's perspective, Zhu Third Brother was clearly more beastly.
After studying his points, Xiao He's gaze fell upon the hundred-points-per-draw option beside them.
Come to think of it, with so many draws saved up, could he empty the low-tier card pool?
Xiao He rested his chin in his hand, deep in thought: "Speaking of which, if I draw now, that would be five hundred draws."
"Maybe I should try two hundred draws first?"
Xiao He muttered to himself while tapping on the system: "System, I'm making big business with you here. Don't you have a prize pool display? At least let me see what's left in this beginner pool. I don't even know what's in your remaining pools."
The system remained silent for a moment, seemingly acknowledging that Xiao He was indeed its major benefactor, and quietly displayed part of the drawing prizes to him.
There were indeed many things that interested Xiao He, but even more that made him want to complain.
Xiao He's gaze moved away from several skills that looked quite good, slowly scanning through the prizes below as the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Huh? A knife that kills without drawing blood? What use would drawing this thing be?"
"Grave digging detection? Are you suggesting I dig up other people's ancestral graves?"
"Complete Guide to Human Flesh Cooking? Ugh—take it away, take it away, don't disgust me."
"Poison powder quality appraisal? This actually looks somewhat useful, at least I wouldn't fear being poisoned... Wait, what kind of poison are you talking about? How would I dare to appraise that? And 'lingering aftertaste'? Get out, get out of my head, I'm calling the police!"
"Human body transportation? What is this thing... What? After altering physique, can store items inside the body to pass security checks? Ahhh, I feel contaminated!"
"Hmm? Why is there something about art here too, vase making craftsmanship... Wait, your vases are people? Get lost!"
"Ah, this one seems quite normal, sniper proficiency... Ugh, not normal either! Where would I get a sniper rifle in this rule-of-law society? To shoot balloons at street stalls?"
Beyond these, there were even more items that left Xiao He too exhausted to complain about.
Such as human flesh flavor enhancer, beginner torture techniques, robbery disguise masks... even a bunch of indescribable skills and props specifically for sexual crimes!
Xiao He's worldview was completely reshaped.
He realized he was wrong.
He was terribly mistaken.
Why did he think a crime system would have anything good?
His understanding of the criminal world was still too narrow!
Did he really think it was just about killing? No!
Xiao He now even felt grateful that he had been restrained with his draws and hadn't randomly drawn things. What if he had drawn some strange items... these things aren't returnable! If he had drawn human body transportation or poison powder appreciation... Xiao He felt he might as well find a place to restart his life.
The only thing that gave Xiao He some relief was the note at the bottom from the system: [Current prize draw weights vary according to your situation, with high probability of obtaining high-demand items and skills, and low probability of obtaining other items and skills.]
Xiao He understood now.
Sniffle, he wronged the system. So many times it had given him usable skills instead of those strange things—it was really, really too good!
—Wait, no, he shouldn't think like that! Just because it gave him a sweet date, should he yield to it? No!
"Hey, system, let's make a deal," Xiao He said tentatively. "Have you heard of targeted draws and guaranteed pity systems?"
"It's where I choose what prizes I want to draw. If I don't get them, I keep drawing, and you don't give me other random stuff—just convert everything to lifespan value. Of course, you should also give me a guaranteed number, right? Otherwise I might draw until I become a turtle and still not get what I want—"
As Xiao He spoke, the system fell into prolonged silence.
Xiao He felt apprehensive: "Also, with my daily point income, my lifespan value is almost increasing instead of decreasing. Later, you won't really let me live to become a turtle, will you? Don't you have other exchange mechanisms?"
Although eternal life sounded wonderful, he'd rather be an ordinary person.
Don't let me become a turtle, please don't...
After making these requests, Xiao He quietly waited for the system's response.
To be honest, Xiao He had always felt this system was a bit simple-minded, like a half-finished product.
Not to mention the garbage system interface that was painful to look at—until now, the system still hadn't discovered that he was exploiting a bug.
Under normal circumstances, he should spend a long time planning and preparing for a single operation, then spend an even longer period evading police pursuit. Even if he ultimately committed a crime that shocked the nation, as time passed, within just a few months the case would fade from public attention, yielding at most a few thousand points.
But Xiao He had exploited a bug to reach the sky in a single step.
So this tells us: even the cheat is useless against bugs.
The system is the cheat, but bug is the bug—what can be done about that?
And so, as Xiao He waited with both nervousness and anticipation, the system...
[System updating, please wait...]
Xiao He: ...
Wait, I've been waiting with eager anticipation, and this is what you show me?
Hey hey hey? Are you still there?
System? Damn system?!
Don't play like this! How long do I have to wait!?
"Sigh—"
Xiao He let out a long sigh.
Liu Rulan, thinking Xiao He was dissatisfied with this news, patted him: "Why are you sighing while spacing out? Isn't this good news! The discussion about Thief Catchers is particularly high online right now! Many people are even calling for a second part. If you weren't filming here, I could have filled your schedule with commercial appearances."
Xiao He could only collect his thoughts and turn to this topic: "What did Director Lin say? Does he need me to help with promotion here?"
Liu Rulan curled her lips into a smile of certain victory: "I have a better method for promotion. You'll find out when we return."
Xiao He: "Alright."
That evening after returning, under Liu Rulan's guidance, Xiao He recorded a Douyin video demonstrating knife skills and bone-cleaning.
In the video, the young man casually wore a black short-sleeved shirt, unhurriedly cutting through ribs on the cutting board. As the background music's rhythm intensified, he lifted the ribs high into the air, his knife-wielding hand moving rapidly. The rib piece turned into clean white bone amidst the afterimages of his hand movements. Just as the music reached its climax, the knife in the young man's hand suddenly slashed horizontally toward the camera. The screen instantly split apart by the blade, abruptly narrowing vertically into what seemed like a frozen slow-motion shot. Behind the blade, only the young man's eyes—those belonging to Shen Jue—were visible, filled with icy, murderous coldness.
Simultaneously, his video title read: "I bet you can't swing this knife."