"Team Leader, what happened at Alice Apartnt this ti? So many of us ca to clean up at once?"
Outside the tour bus.
Cleaner Team mber Xiao Leng was huffing warm air, exhaling white puffs of steam into his constantly rubbing hands, trying to force so warmth.
"You'll find out once we go in, won't you?"
The Team Leader turned his head and took the tools handed over by another team mber.
And so, the dozens of Cleaners marched into Alice Apartnt in a grand procession.
So of them ducked under the vehicle barrier arm, while others walked through the facial recognition access gate.
Sitting in the Security Room, enjoying the air conditioning, the security guard Xiang Shanfeng watched these people coldly, closing his eyes without a word.
After these people entered, they imdiately saw the extrely conspicuous rows of bodies wearing white ghost-face mask outfits in front of the two apartnt buildings.
Besides that, there were many weapons—fire axes, chainsaws—and blood everywhere.
"So many people died?!"
Xiao Leng was startled.
"Did so kind of street brawl happen here? A gang fight?!"
Just from a quick glance at the scene before him, Xiao Leng saw no fewer than ten corpses, let alone the unexplored areas.
"Gang fight? If it were a gang fight, it wouldn't be this terrifying."
The Team Leader chuckled: "It was one person taking on a group of murderous perverts alone."
"One person? Bullshit! Who's that brave?"
Xiao Zhi ca closer.
Xiao Zhi, the one who used to pilot the yacht.
The Team Leader said: "Who's that brave? The very guy who screwed us over and got the three of us sent here—he's the one who did it!"
Xiao Leng and Xiao Zhi instantly fell silent.
Then, Xiao Leng wondered: "Did he have firearms? Otherwise, how could one person take down so many?"
The Team Leader gestured with his chin toward Building No. 1, bathed in the night light: "He lives in Room 304. Go ask him yourself if you want to know."
Xiao Leng: ...
This cleanup operation lasted a very long ti.
From around 10 PM, it continued until almost 1 AM.
The final tally was 29 bodies cleaned up.
Of course, this didn't include injured residents.
After these Cleaners withdrew.
The apartnt returned to silence once more.
Round 31, Day 3.
A little past 9 AM.
"Hu Yan, in a few days, I'll transfer every cent to you without fail, don't worry."
At the main entrance of Alice Apartnt.
Yang Kang and Kong Haoxia were seeing Hu Yan off, away from this place of trouble.
After all, she was different from them; she could leave at any ti. She didn't need to stay here for a set number of days.
Hu Yan's ntal state wasn't great; she hadn't slept well last night, even though the two gentlen had given up the only bedroom for her.
She just gave an "mm-hmm," listlessly getting into the hailed rideshare and leaving the sight of Yang Kang and Kong Haoxia, growing smaller and smaller.
After seeing her off, Yang Kang looked back at the person behind him, sowhat dazed: "Only the two of us are left now."
Kong Haoxia also nodded.
In just two short days, three people were gone.
Although not all three were killed by the deranged criminals, the deranged serial killers living in the apartnt.
They still ultimately died at Alice Apartnt.
"I hope the two of us can safely get through the remaining five days!"
Yang Kang shoved his hands into his pockets; in this cold winter, the coat pockets were the best ho for his hands.
Kong Haoxia nodded: "I don't want to die yet. I haven't married a wife. If I get out of this safely, I'll definitely have a child early. At least if sothing happens to soday, my family will have an heir."
The two of them stood at the entrance feeling lancholy for a while, then headed back to Building No. 2 together.
On the way back to Building No. 2, they saw several cleaning aunties wearing thick down jackets cleaning in front of the building and inside it.
The expressions on their faces were very calm, as if nothing had happened last night.
The two n tightened their collars and quickly walked up the stairs.
Room 504, Building No. 1.
This was The Artist's ho.
At this mont, The Artist was at the dining table, eating a stear basket of soup dumplings and a bowl of spicy soup.
This breakfast wasn't made by his own hands, nor was it ordered; it was a pre-made al.
While eating, he comnted: "The topic of pre-made als suddenly exploded in popularity these past two years. But actually, many years ago, when I was still in high school, I ate pre-made als in the school cafeteria."
"I rember it was a fish-fragrant shredded pork over rice. Back then, I saw the staff at that window fishing a plastic-wrapped thing out of a hot water tank, pouring it over a portion of white rice, and a serving of fish-fragrant shredded pork over rice was ready."
"Only back then, I didn't know this thing was what's called a pre-made al."
His words weren't spoken to himself.
There were other people in his ho.
A more precise number: two people.
One was Huo Yun, also a lab rat in this round; the other was that opera perforr—Hu Wusong.
Huo Yun stood beside the dining table, watching The Artist still in the mood to comnt on pre-made als.
He was both puzzled and speechless: "Boss, so many people died last night. How can you still be so calm?"
"Don't you know, if we hadn't run fast yesterday, we would've been smashed to death by Jiang Ran's hamr too!"
Huo Yun rubbed his hands together; his mind was still filled with the scene from yesterday of Jiang Ran wearing armor, killing like a demon king.
What does it an to kill as easily as eating and drinking, to kill without blinking?
Huo Yun felt this description was made for Jiang Ran last night.
"People died, that's all. Nothing to panic about."
The Artist replied to Huo Yun.
Huo Yun was sowhat speechless: "Fine, nothing to panic about. But have you thought about one thing?"
"Will Jiang Ran's retaliation continue today? Or tomorrow? Or the day after?"
"What if he continues his retaliation against us? What should we do?"
The Artist shook his head: "Haven't thought about it."
Huo Yun: "Kao! Aren't you afraid of dying?! Just talking about us underlings—we were all wearing the sa clothes anyway, he doesn't know us—but the leader of this group, he's definitely going to keep coming after you!!!!"
Stuffing the last of the eight soup dumplings into his mouth and finishing the steaming hot spicy soup.
The Artist stood up and smiled at Huo Yun: "If he wants to retaliate, then let him. Anyway, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Let him retaliate if he wants? What are you thinking? Hey... wait!!"
Huo Yun seed to have heard sothing utterly unbelievable: "You're leaving tomorrow?"
He slamd his hands on the table with a bang, making the bowls and chopsticks rattle, his eyes wide, veins bulging on his forehead: "People like you aren't supposed to be able to leave Alice Apartnt, right? So, you're joking?"
The Artist shook his head: "Not joking."
"I ca to Alice Apartnt in Hua Country as a transition. Now I'm being assigned to go sowhere else."
"Where?"
"Overseas."
"Specifically where?"
"Don't know."
After listening, Huo Yun let out a long sigh; he thought The Artist didn't seem to be lying.
He really was leaving.
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