Two months, I spent two months creating the death of the man "John Smith".

I thought I did it perfectly, and I thought of all the details, including the surveillance capabilities of federal agencies and their execution ability when investigating this matter afterwards, were counted by me.

I can even say that I have overestimated their abilities before designing the plan.

During these two months, I gradually stopped all social activities related to "John Smith": I canceled the shell company, returned the long-term rental house, stopped paying all taxes, and reduced my shopping history.

The last time I used my ID in public, or... using the ID card of "John Smith" was in a hotel chain.

That day, I was very high-profile.

When I checked in, I rushed to the front desk and sweared. Not only did I not let the waiter touch my luggage, I kept complaining to him about how bad the hotel was, but I refused to tip him. I paced around the room in the middle of the night, which caused the guests downstairs to call the front desk to complain. After being warned by the front desk, I ran to the downstairs to knock on the door of the guest and then intimidated the other party through the door panel. One night, I called three "technicians" to "serve on the door". Every time I came, I drove him away on the grounds that "looked much worse than the photo", and called them ugly when they rolled their middle fingers at me...

To be short, I created at least seven or eight "witnesses" that were deeply impressed by me this night.

And the next day, I went to rob a jewelry store.

I stepped on this store in advance. There are hidden alarm buttons under each counter, and it is private. The boss himself is in the store. As long as the robbery occurs, someone will definitely press the alarm.

I wore a ski mask and a pistol, quickly grabbed a bag of stolen goods, and jumped into the car with my bag before the police arrived.

I had already calculated that the police had arrived, and there were not many cars in the suburbs of Berlin. Even though my driving skills were average, I would not be caught up immediately.

I stepped on the accelerator so hard, rushed all the way to the "reserved location", and then drove into the Spree River under the encirclement of the police car.

Before the car body hit the water, I put on a diving mask on myself. After getting into the water, because the window had been opened by me, I just had to untie the seat belt and swim directly out of the car.

I was quite conscientious and put all the jewelry in a waterproof bag and zipped it tightly, so when the police snatched the bag from the river, nothing was lost.

As for the robber, that is, "John Smith"... when he was found, "he" was already a corpse.

The body that the police obtained was obtained by me after spending a lot of money. Simply put, it was my clone, but he was immediately drowned as soon as he was cloned.

In this universe and in this era, cloning technology is undoubtedly explicitly prohibited by the government; but there are still people doing it, and according to the people who do these businesses, their technology... is also bought from within the federal government.

I don't know how secretly the research conducted within the federal government has reached. Anyway, the technologies circulating in the underground world are limited to clones that are completely physiologically consistent, but have no superpowers, no mutant genes, and no memory.

In other words, although the finished product is exactly the same as the cloned person's age, blood type, body shape, hair color, etc., his mind is blank when he wakes up. He neither recognizes the things in this world nor can he speak. Apart from the instinctive actions of breathing, sucking and grasping, he can't even turn over.

It is unlikely to let such a person perform daily activities as a corpse, but it is definitely enough to act as a corpse.

Some people may wonder, what is the use of this kind of clone? In this era, most internal medicine diseases can be cured without surgery, and surgical organ damage can also be repaired with bionic materials, so there is no need to use clones as organ suppliers; it is not reasonable to use them for human experiments, because there are many experimental methods with lower costs and higher efficiency...

Could it be that clones are specially used as fake death props?

In fact, if you think about it a little more, you will understand that it is mainly because of the use of pornography.

People who do this business usually try every means to get some celebrity saliva, hair, or nails... It's not difficult to do. Just bribe cleaners from some high-end places can get it... and then make clones of these celebrities and sell them to those "people in need".

Of course, the price is very expensive, sometimes even more expensive than the body.

If you are confused... rich people can even "buy and use" their own bodies, why do you still need to find clone bodies? That is, your imagination is too scarce...

It is precisely because it is a clone and a piece of white paper that you can "customize", change some physiological or non-physiological details according to requirements, and "educate" according to certain habits.

No matter how detailed I am, I will not say it. Even I think they are too disgusting. In short, this business is still for rich people. Even if the difference earned by buyers and sellers, the basic cost of cloning a person is ridiculously high. The poor should "use" synthetic photos or face-changing videos, which cannot be afforded.

As a time traveler, I also had moral interrogation of myself when using clones as my "scapegoat", but after I learned about their profession, I became numb.

If I have the chance in the future, I think I will kill everyone in this industry, but now I am also their consumer.

Get back to the point...

Since I have not been traveling to this world for a long time, I can avoid most of the "cloning flaws", such as dental records, scars left by surgery, steel nails in my body, and other traces that cannot be copied by cloning.

So, the official quickly confirmed the death of "I", that is, "John Smith".

Even if put-oid has some doubts about this, it would be okay to track down my "lived" movement trajectory. What they can find is: after a period of preparation, a time traveler left his ordinary life and decided to do a big vote, but ended up falling. And the person's condition the night before the robbery had enough witnesses to prove... very consistent with the character of the desperate.

Of course, generally speaking, even put-oids will not find this document, because "cloning the corpse" is too convincing; unlike situations like "the corpse cannot be found" or "the corpse is difficult to distinguish", few people will use this method to pretend to die, and people who use this method to fake death... are unlikely to be a small person like me.

To sum up, after doing this, I can basically feel at ease; at this time, as long as I change my identity and don’t win the lottery or pay taxes in the future, put-oid will not be eyeing me again.

But I am a cautious person, and I am not in a hurry...

I decided to hide for another half a year.

This is not a difficult task for me, because I have prepared a "safe house" for myself, which is a property that is between the market and looks very ordinary, but you can't even find the entrance.

There is very sufficient food and drinking water, as well as a large amount of toilet paper, water, electricity and gas. Under a large public wifi coverage, the Internet-connected devices in the house are nothing special among the countless devices connected to this wifi.

As long as I close the door, the limelight will definitely pass completely in this safe house for the first half of the year. Even the people on the road may start to spread the news that "the sacrificer is dead."

I think so, but...

Two months later, one morning, I had just finished using the toilet and was about to sit down and read the news. Suddenly, the door of the safe house actually opened.

This door can only be opened with a password even from the inside, let alone outside? But I only know the password, so this is definitely not right.

Without thinking, I pulled out a pistol from under the pillow and pointed it at the door, and then... he came in.

Being pointed at the gun did not seem to make him feel uncomfortable at all.

I saw him bringing the door casually, coming to me with a smile, sitting cross-legged, and asking me: "Sacrifice?"

I could see it, and I could also hear it, he was asking questions knowingly.

"Are you?" So I didn't answer, but asked him back.

"My name is James Lance, and you can also call me...'judge'." He replied.

"Do you have something to ask me?" I asked again.

He knew where my safe house was, my nickname, and the key was that he knew the password of my safe house. Then he naturally didn't find the wrong person, so the remaining question was what he was looking for me.

"Ha... don't be nervous." As a result, he smiled, "Actually, I have a lot in common with you. For example, I also like to let some sinners who have not received their due punishment suffer..." He paused at this point, as if observing my reaction, "I know what you have done before, you are excellent, a cautious, reliable, and trustworthy person...

"Where I am trying to start a reality show recently. The format and content should suit your taste. I still lack an assistant. I wonder... are you interested in trying it?"
Chapter completed!