The capable middle-aged man's eyes widened.
When he heard Jiang Ran say this, he knew that pretending to be innocent was no longer an option.
Faced with this situation, the only way out was to fight his way through with bloodshed.
"Damn you, traitor!"
He pulled out the one-ter-long large cleaver from under the sofa.
And charged fiercely towards Jiang Ran.
This large cleaver was sothing he had bought a long ti ago and had been hidden under the sofa, never used.
Today, it finally ca in handy.
"It's useless, kid. You're struggling in vain, but I admire your courage."
The large cleaver struck the armor, producing a tallic clashing sound.
Sparks flew everywhere, yet it didn't cause any harm to Jiang Ran.
On the contrary, Jiang Ran swung his hamr and smashed it onto the capable middle-aged man's head.
The man's skull split open on the spot, bleeding from all seven orifices as he died.
His corpse quietly fell to the ground, ending his life of sin.
And Jiang Ran, who had ended him, continued on to the next apartnt.
His thod of operation was simple: kick open every apartnt door one by one.
If they were the Artist's people, kill them.
Simple, and brutal.
Of course, distinguishing whether soone was the Artist's person required so wisdom.
When the one-hour ti limit for the physical attributes exchanged with 10,000 points was almost up.
Jiang Ran also ended the slaughter early.
He returned to his own Room 304 in Building No. 1.
He closed the door.
Didn't even take off the armor.
Just collapsed onto the floor, closed his eyes, and lay motionless.
Due to the ti limit, although this round of slaughter killed many people, there were definitely quite a few who slipped through the net.
But it didn't matter; after being slaughtered like this, it was pretty much done.
Ti to disband.
The people in the two live stream rooms, seeing Jiang Ran return ho and collapse onto the cold floor to sleep, had soone comnt: 【Alright, Jiang Ran's final rally before death has ended, he's dead.】
This was originally ant as a joke.
But it carried a fair amount of credibility.
Because based on Jiang Ran's performance, it really did seem like a final rally before death, one last burst of bravery.
The Middle-aged Uncle sent a smiling face emoji: 【Even if he is dead, it was worth it. This battle was a massacre, who knows how many people he killed... too brutal... and who knows which of his alternate personalities this was...】
The chat sections of the two live stream rooms were bustling.
Gradually heating up.
But in the real world, the Diamond Bachelor's heart went from burning hot, rapidly cooling down, turning into a piece of ice.
She, in her princess room within her bayfront mansion, clutched her chest, gritting her teeth.
As if Jiang Ran's performance had literally given her a myocardial infarction out of sheer anger.
Her lips carried a mix of unwillingness, discomfort, and the despair of being powerless to change the situation:
"How on earth can this person die?! If he doesn't die! When will my sixth sense return to normal?!"
Gu Bei's family villa.
Gu Bei looked at the screen showing Jiang Ran lying on the floor in deep sleep and gently let out a sigh.
He reached out, turned off the screen, and it instantly went black.
After standing up, he stretched thoroughly.
Muttering to himself: "It seems necessary to thoroughly investigate everything about Jiang Ran. What exactly happened to him? Even if an alternate personality is brutal, the body shouldn't be this absurdly strong."
"He was completely ordinary in high school, his physique was just that of a regular high school student. After not seeing him for years, how could there be such a huge change?"
...
Alice Apartnt.
In Room 303, next to Jiang Ran's 304.
"Sis, quite a few people died outside!"
The balcony window of Room 303 happened to have a view of the area outside Building No. 2, where under the apartnt's soft, yellowish streetlights lay crimson-black corpses.
Qin Yi was standing beside Qin Kelian at this mont, her two snow-white jade-like arms crossed, also looking over there, saying: "Quite a few people did die. Looks like a large number of new tenants will be moving in soon."
She lowered her head, then suddenly murmured to herself: "I'm afraid no one could have imagined that a lab rat could be so terrifying!"
Building No. 2, Lü Youwei's Room 801.
Yang Kang, Kong Haoxia, and Hu Yan had returned here after abandoning Wang Zhong.
Not long after returning here.
Yang Kang received a WeChat ssage from Jiang Ran, asking him if he had photos of the Artist's people or sothing similar.
When Yang Kang saw this ssage, although he didn't know the specific situation outside, he guessed Jiang Ran probably had the upper hand.
Of course, it was also possible that Jiang Ran was dead, his phone had fallen into soone else's hands, and sending him a ssage now was deliberately setting a trap for him.
After all, Jiang Ran's phone call log should have the record of the number he called from.
After only brief consideration, he sent a voice ssage back.
He didn't have photos.
He could only roughly describe the faces of the people he rembered from the last eting he attended.
Among them, Jia Tao and the other two who didn't run, the Short, Fat, and Round woman and the capable middle-aged man who made suggestions also didn't run.
He added a few others, that was all.
After that, it was a long, deathly silent wait.
Of course, during the wait, they opened all the windows.
This made it easier to hear what was happening outside the building.
Their view couldn't see it, but hearing was possible. In the quiet night, they faintly heard many people, with different voices, screaming tragically.
Hearing it made all three of them tremble, goosebumps rising all over.
All three found it hard to imagine what kind of bloody scene was happening outside to cause so many people to scream like that.
They listened, their souls trembling, until the silence returned to nothingness, then they closed the windows.
The three of them.
Yang Kang was the most composed, standing motionless in the Living Room at this mont.
As for Kong Haoxia, he was sitting on the sofa, his expression blank.
And his girlfriend Hu Yan had been huddled in the wall corner, wrapped in a blanket, turning herself into a dumpling, sobbing.
While crying, she also questioned: "Are you rich people all perverts?! With so much money, why not enjoy life properly, but instead like to play this bloody, terrifying real-life ga?! Do you just not treat your own lives as lives?!"
Kong Haoxia had no strength to refute.
Neither did Yang Kang.
He felt Hu Yan was wrong about one thing.
Who isn't afraid of death?
Who doesn't care about their own life?
If ordinary people care so much, how much more so for these so-called rich people who have money and enjoy all the good things in this world?
But he couldn't refute the first part of her statent.
Are rich people all perverts?
He was wondering if he himself was also a pervert.
He had watched live streams using Black Software, and watching wasn't enough, he beca a ga producer.
Afterwards, he was forced to co here and participate in this bloody, terrifying live-stread ga.
Although the latter part wasn't voluntary, the first part was.
...
It was now past 10 PM.
Within the entire area of Alice Apartnt, it was deathly silent.
This was truly an apartnt complex perated with an aura of death.
Outside the apartnt complex, two buses stopped at this mont.
From the buses, one by one, Cleaners wearing unified uniforms got off.
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