Chapter 971: Jiang Ran, What Are You Trying to Do to Me?!

“Heh. I’m talking about you, and you turn it around to talk about me. Is something wrong with your head?” the third resident said.

The first resident said, “You’re the one with something wrong with your head! I can’t stand people like you!”

“You’re unhappy with your life, so you take it out on society. But instead of taking it out on the rich, or crashing into those places, you choose to hit the parents of students at an ordinary elementary school? Why not go after those private elite schools?!”

“You’re nothing but a useless coward, a spineless piece of trash. You don’t even dare take revenge on anyone stronger than you.”

The third resident’s face flushed as he listened.

The first resident had hit a nerve.

He really was unhappy with his life, and he truly didn’t dare take revenge on those with money and influence.

Seeing the two of them stop playing mahjong and look ready to fight for real, the second resident hurriedly said, “All right, quit arguing! You two are just as bad as each other!”

He had meant to stop them from fighting.

But the second resident really wasn’t good at choosing his words.

In one go, he managed to offend them both.

“Oh? We’re just as bad as each other? And how much better are you than us?”

The second resident’s expression turned cold. He was just about to lash out when he suddenly froze.

Old Fang noticed his expression and asked, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The second resident squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them again and said doubtfully, “I just saw someone standing by the window, but then they disappeared.”

At that, Old Fang and the other two stopped arguing and turned to look at the activity room window.

After looking it over, Old Fang said, “There’s no one there!”

“And even if someone was there, so what? Maybe they were just passing by.”

The second resident continued, still suspicious. “But… that person looked really strange. They were covered in dirt, like they’d just crawled out of the ground. Hmm… Maybe I’ve been playing mahjong too long and my eyes are playing tricks on me. It’s getting late, too. I probably saw it wrong.”

The other two residents accepted his explanation.

Only Old Fang was drenched in cold sweat.

He grabbed the second resident’s right hand and asked urgently, “Covered in dirt? Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong?!”

The second resident said, “I only saw them for a moment, but that’s more or less what they looked like.”

In an instant, Old Fang began shaking like a leaf.

The second resident asked him what was wrong.

Old Fang didn’t say a word.

Just then,

the tightly shut door of the activity room they were in was pushed open from the outside.

All four of them looked over.

But they saw only the wide-open door. No one had come in.

The other three stared at one another. One of them got up, intending to close the door.

He walked over and stepped outside as well, wanting to see who had opened it.

But not even a second later,

the three people inside the activity room saw the person come back.

Only, it was obvious this time that someone else had sent him flying.

He seemed to have been kicked inside.

His body flew backward in an exaggerated arc and slammed into the white wall opposite the activity room door.

After hitting the wall, he slid to the floor and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then he passed out, his life or death unknown.

This was the second resident.

Seeing the second resident in that miserable state,

the first and third residents each pulled a folding knife from their pockets.

They charged toward the door together and rushed outside, but only two or three seconds later,

two screams rang out, and two figures were kicked into the same white wall the second resident had hit.

Each spat out a mouthful of blood and closed their eyes.

At last, Old Fang sprang up from his chair, which let out a creak beneath him.

And by the wide-open activity room door, where the air-conditioning’s cold breeze quietly drifted away,

a young man appeared, covered in dirt, his expression deeply sinister and his eyes blood-red. He stood perfectly still.

He looked like a demon-slaying lord descended from the heavens.

The sight frightened Old Fang, a man in his fifties, so badly that he fell onto his backside.

His lips trembled so much he could barely speak.

After several minutes of struggling to steady himself, he finally managed to get out a few words. “Jiang Ran? D-do you need something?!”

The young man was Jiang Ran.

At the moment, another alternate personality was in control of his body.

Jiang Ran walked toward Old Fang step by step. The two of them were alone in the activity room, and with every step Jiang Ran took, whether on purpose or not, the sound of his footsteps was especially clear and heavy. Each one made Old Fang feel as if his heart had been stomped on.

Jiang Ran still didn’t say a word, just stared straight at him. Old Fang felt as if his soul were about to be scared right out of him.

Only when Jiang Ran reached his side and grabbed him by the back of the neck did Old Fang begin to struggle violently. “Jiang Ran, what are you doing? We’ve never had any grudges, past or present. Why are you grabbing me?”

“Let go of me! I’m old enough to be your father. Is this any way to treat your elders?”

Jiang Ran said nothing. He simply dragged Old Fang out of the activity room.

Once they were outside, Old Fang knew Jiang Ran must have found out that he had buried him alive.

He didn’t know how it had come to light. Had someone seen it and told Jiang Ran, or was it something else? Either way, if he wanted to stay alive, all he could do was shout.

“Help! Help!”

“Someone, please save me!!!”

On the first floor, Manager Wu Meiling was in Manager Wu Wen’s management office.

Hearing the commotion, she stood up and craned her neck to look outside. Then she saw Jiang Ran dragging Old Fang.

Old Fang saw Manager Wu Meiling, too, and immediately cried out to her for help:

“Help! Manager! Please save me!!!”

Manager Wu Meiling only caught a glimpse of Jiang Ran’s profile before quickly ducking back inside, pretending she hadn’t seen anything.

Jiang Ran was radiating such murderous intent that even she could sense it.

This definitely wasn’t the Jiang Ran she usually knew.

So she pretended she hadn’t seen him.

He dragged Old Fang out of Building No. 1.

He dragged him toward the place where he had been buried alive. Along the way, they ran into several residents of the apartment complex.

Old Fang desperately begged them for help, but those who knew Jiang Ran hurriedly fled.

Those who didn’t know Jiang Ran didn’t know Old Fang either, and pretended it had nothing to do with them.

At that moment, Old Fang felt only the coldness of human nature and the indifference of society.

But perhaps by sheer coincidence, just as they were nearing the place where the body had been buried,

they ran into this round’s pair of twins, Zeng Guangyao and Zeng Guangzu.

After finishing their food delivery at

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They had been living in Alice Apartment for three days and had yet to encounter any danger. Perhaps, at the welcome party, the others had noticed that the brothers were no ordinary people, and sensed the murderous aura around them. They had decided these were tough nuts to crack and best left alone.

Or perhaps it was because they were twins who were inseparable all day, making them difficult targets.

The risk was too high. So for the two brothers, living here was no different from being outside.

By chance, while out for a walk, they ran into Jiang Ran and Old Fang, who was shouting for help.

When Old Fang saw the twin brothers,

whether they were lab rats or residents, he felt they were his last hope of survival and desperately cried out to them for help.