Among the alternate personalities who died in such a manner before the crossing, there were many.

So, Bloody Jiang Ran was lucky.

"Alright, next, let's continue the draw. I hope the third one to go out can last a little longer."

Noble Jiang Ran shouted.

...

"These Korean male and female celebrities look so tempting!"

"Look at those pretty little faces!"

"Too bad I'm not a chaebol!"

"Otherwise, I could have the advantage of proximity!"

"Let's see what's different inside the bodies of these Korean celebrities compared to ordinary people."

"Thinking about dissecting their bodies step by step with a knife, so exciting."

Inside Room 403, Building No. 2.

On the TV, this episode of the Korean idol drama had already ended.

Jin Baiying used the remote control, pointed it at the TV, and pressed pause.

The image on the TV froze at the moment the handsome male lead was kissing the beautiful female lead.

After that, he muttered the previous words while standing up.

He turned his head towards the corridor outside the door, looking at Jiang Ran, who was half-leaning against the wall, his state of life or death unclear. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

After staring for a few seconds, he stepped forward, walking towards him.

"Your head is really hard. A fire extinguisher from the 4th floor couldn't even smash you to death."

"Indeed, what they say online is right. You can't generalize people's physical constitutions."

"I remember before, at another place on the 4th floor, I used a flower pot to smash a girl's head until it was covered in blood. That girl died."

Jin Baiying stood in front of Jiang Ran, whose life or death was unknown.

He extended his right foot and pressed it against Jiang Ran's chest, which had been dented by that large hammer.

He forcefully stomped several times.

Every time he stomped hard, Jiang Ran seemed truly dead, with no sound of pain or sharp inhales.

"Worthless trash."

"All talk, just a brainless idiot."

"I thought my neighbors in this apartment were something special!"

"Now it seems, they're nothing much."

"Ah, if it weren't for that accidental slip-up, I wouldn't have been caught by the police, and then inexplicably saved by someone and sent here."

"Although I didn't die, my freedom is gone."

"I really miss life outside!"

A trace of nostalgia and sorrow appeared on Jin Baiying's fair face:

"Life outside, you can casually pick your desired target on the street."

"But here, there's no such freedom."

"On the contrary, you have to play along with a bunch of rough, brainless trash."

Although Jin Baiying was a deranged serial killer.

He looked down on other deranged criminals, other deranged serial killers.

He thought many of those others were brainless idiots.

Just like the guy in front of him, utterly stupid.

"Let me think, whose photo should I leave on your body?"

At that moment, Jin Baiying actually pulled out a stack of color photos from the pocket of his black trench coat.

A closer look revealed they were all photos of Korean female celebrities.

"Im Yoon-ah? Song Hye-kyo? Kim Tae-hee? Bae Joo-hyun? Bae Suzy?"

"Jun Ji-hyun? Lee Ji-eun?"

"Forget it, let's go with Jang Won-young! She's considered the top among the new generation idols."

Having selected the photo.

Jin Baiying placed that artistic color photo of Jang Won-young on Jiang Ran's body.

"What a pity. Killing someone here, there's no one to appreciate my masterpiece, or to spread my masterpiece. Such a shame."

"Oh, I just remembered, you broke my door. I still need to call the manager to get someone to fix it!"

Jin Baiying returned to the living room, remembered his phone was charging in the bedroom.

He went into the bedroom, found his phone.

Called Wu Meiling, the manager of Building No. 2, told her his door had been chopped down, and requested a worker to come replace it.

After getting agreement on the other end of the call, Jin Baiying stuffed his phone back into his trench coat pocket, then walked out of the bedroom, also out of the living room, to outside the door. But once outside, a scene that dumbfounded him awaited.

Jiang Ran had actually disappeared. What was also missing was his red fire axe!!!

"Not dead yet?!"

"Impossible!"

This time it was Jin Baiying's turn to be astonished.

Because, those few hard stomps he gave Jiang Ran's chest earlier were to determine if Jiang Ran was dead or not.

Based on the feeling from his foot and Jiang Ran's physical reaction.

He was quite sure Jiang Ran was dead.

After all, as a serial killer, he wasn't a novice. Could he not even tell if a person was dead or alive? He didn't even need to stomp those few times. After that hammer smashed into the guy's chest, he could tell with his naked eyes that Jiang Ran was already dead!!!

But now. He just went inside to make a phone call, and the body? Vanished into thin air. Did he not die and walk away himself? Or was he dragged away by someone else?

"Hiss, there's still a blood trail..."

Jin Baiying discovered that Jiang Ran, whether he left on his own or was taken by someone, had left a continuous trail of blood as a clue.

"For a serial killer, eliminating the root of the problem is necessary."

He shrugged his shoulders, stretched his body a bit.

Jin Baiying returned inside for five minutes.

Then came out again, following the blood trail.

...

"Really don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. Why did I get drawn for this situation?"

The third Jiang Ran to come out was Dead Last Jiang Ran.

Just like his codename, he was the dead last.

Among the series of alternate personalities in the inner landscape world, his overall ability was just that. One of the bottom few.

Even though he was also a psychologically abnormal murderous pervert.

"If this draw had landed on Blue-Haired Jiang Ran, one of those especially good fighters, he definitely wouldn't have run. He'd probably have torn that pretty boy to shreds on the spot."

Dead Last Jiang Ran leaned against the wall, moving down the stairs.

Because he was dead last, his overall ability was lacking, especially in actual physical combat prowess.

Therefore, after gaining control of the body, he didn't dare to go berserk on the spot.

Instead, he chose the best plan of the thirty-six: retreat.

He'd make plans after reaching safety.

As for whether, once safe, he wouldn't go find that pretty boy for a life-or-death fight, but instead leisurely spend his own day outside.

That was absolutely impossible.

Even though there was no explicit rule among these alternate personalities saying they had to clean up the mess left by the previous personality.

This was actually an unspoken rule.

If he didn't seek revenge on that pretty boy, when he returned, he'd be torn apart alive.

"Ah, what a hassle!"

Dead Last Jiang Ran painfully rubbed his head.

Now, even though he was still bleeding, his head, hands, chest, multiple injuries. They had all been healed by the System points.

Therefore, his headache was about how to deal with that pretty boy.

Even though he was also a deranged killer.

Back on Earth before the crossing, when he controlled the body, he had also committed some so-called crimes.

But they were all targeting those he was sure about, those slightly beyond his certainty he wouldn't risk going after.

In other words, specifically targeting the weak, or more accurately: people weaker than himself.

Now, he had to directly face a deranged criminal, a deranged serial killer.

Difficult!