After speaking.

He scanned everyone, looking at each of their faces one by one, and asked, "Regarding the matter of killing Jiang Ran, who agrees? Who opposes?"

The living room was first completely silent, then immediately a man spoke:

"I agree to kill Jiang Ran. If we don't kill Jiang Ran, letting someone like him stay in the apartment is a disaster."

Another man added, "Yes, although he is a lab rat, he has long since exceeded the scope of what a lab rat is. Therefore, he is also prone to slip out of control!"

Presently, it could be said that no one opposed killing Jiang Ran.

Whether it was the old-timers of this group or the newcomers.

For the old-timers, they wanted to kill Jiang Ran; for the newcomers, they just followed the old-timers' lead—killing someone was no big deal.

"No one opposes? Then this matter is settled."

The Artist, sitting on the table, said.

Everyone else was standing; only he was sitting.

This also highlighted his status.

"Then, next is discussing how to kill Jiang Ran."

Huo Yun, also a lab rat from this round, raised his hand to express his opinion:

"Jiang Ran is too good at fighting; I've experienced it myself. Moreover, he single-handedly wiped out the entire security team. I believe everyone here, even if they haven't seen it with their own eyes, knows about this."

"So, my suggestion is, the more of us there are, the better. Let's just gang up on him, not giving him any chance."

The others whispered among themselves.

At this moment.

The Artist had Jia Tao call Yang Kang and those others over.

Jia Tao didn't understand: "Why?"

The Artist: "Many hands make light work. Adding them in would be perfect, wouldn't it?"

Jia Tao: "But... calling those few wouldn't be of much use, right? They probably wouldn't even dare to slash someone, let alone kill..."

That's what he said, but Jia Tao found a way to contact them.

Over at Yang Kang's side, the few of them were in the surveillance room, waiting for Hu Yan to contact people online herself, searching for experts in computer surveillance.

At this time, Yang Kang, fiddling with his phone, noticed that someone named Jia Tao from the Alice Apartment residents' group chat had added him on WeChat.

"What? Is it about cooperating?"

After Yang Kang accepted.

A message immediately came from the other side: "Come to Room 504, Building No. 1, to discuss cooperation."

Yang Kang naturally couldn't go, so he asked, "Why go there?"

The other side: "The Artist said so."

Seeing the three words "The Artist," Yang Kang's eyes widened.

Yang Kang typed: "Even if it's him, I still don't dare to go."

Immediately after, Jia Tao stopped messaging him, and The Artist contacted him using his own account.

"Come. Discuss cooperation. I know all about you being threatened with death by Jiang Ran."

Yang Kang: "Don't dare to go."

Immediately, The Artist sent a photo.

The photo showed the situation inside 504—a large crowd of residents.

The Artist: "These are all my people. If I wanted to harm you, what could you do even if you hid in your own homes?"

Looking at the people in the photo, Yang Kang was first dumbfounded, then half-believing, half-doubting.

After that: "You photoshopped this, right?"

The Artist sent a video.

Yang Kang clicked open the video and watched it; at least he didn't see any signs of Photoshop editing.

However, he didn't reply immediately. Instead, he discussed and deliberated on this matter with Wang Zhong and the others.

After watching it, Wang Zhong said, "I think we still have to go. After all, with so many of them, if they really wanted to take action against us, we have no way to stop them."

Kong Haoxia would follow Yang Kang and Wang Zhong anyway. As for Hu Yan, she didn't want to go, but her single objection was invalid—the minority submits to the majority.

Thus, the four of them headed to Room 504, Building No. 1.

When they knocked on the door of 504 and announced themselves.

At the doorway, whether it was Yang Kang or the other three.

In the silent hallway, they could all clearly feel and hear the thumping sound of their own heartbeats.

Abnormally clear.

When the security door of 504 was opened from the inside.

The breathing of the four became heavy.

When the door was fully opened, revealing the situation inside.

Yang Kang and the other three couldn't help but get goosebumps all over, feeling the scene before their eyes was extremely discordant.

A tiny apartment room was actually packed with a dense crowd of people.

Such a situation in a cramped space was enough to trigger claustrophobia.

Although there were many people, these people had clearly been waiting for them for a long time. They all moved back, making a path for them in the middle.

At this moment, Yang Kang's thumbs, hidden in his sleeves, dug hard into his index fingers.

Leaving deep red marks on them.

He was using pain to force himself to walk forward.

Otherwise, his legs truly wouldn't move.

It wasn't that he was cowardly or afraid.

It was just that once the door really opened, with so many people...

And he clearly knew these people were all deranged criminals, deranged serial killers.

Those sinister, eerie gazes, all focused on them, gave him too much pressure.

Like insurmountable mountains blocking him on all sides.

Not just him; Wang Zhong and the others were the same. Just the aura of the people inside the room affected their normal movement. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Wave after wave of dangerous aura constantly assaulted them.

Therefore, it took these four quite some time to walk from the doorway to where The Artist was.

During this time, the entire interior of 504 was dead silent. Everyone was quiet, not speaking, not making any other movements.

Just silently watching these four.

*Bang!*

That was the sound of the door to 504 being closed by a man near the door.

Hu Yan was so frightened her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground.

"Huh? Why are there only three of you? Where are Wei Xinyu and Lü Youwei?"

The Artist, staring at the few people who had reached him, asked curiously.

Yang Kang said, "Wei Xinyu was knifed because she overworked the employees at her research institute, and an employee tracked her down here and stabbed her."

"As for Lü Youwei, he wanted to kill Kong Haoxia, who was tied up by Jia Tao and the others. Then, Jiang Ran suddenly barged in, saved Kong Haoxia, pushed Lü Youwei off the building, and he fell to his death."

The Artist let out a soft breath, raising his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "Oh? Is that so? So only three of the five are left. You could have just given me some money, and I could have protected you and let you leave here safely."

"But unfortunately, you had bad luck and got threatened with death by Jiang Ran."

"However, fortunately, we happen to be preparing to kill that guy."

Yang Kang asked, "Since that's the case, why did you call us here?"

The Artist: "Take a guess."

Yang Kang looked around: "It can't be to have us join you too, can it?"

The Artist snapped his fingers: "Correct."

Yang Kang: "With so many of you, do you still need our help?"

The Artist: "You still have to contribute some effort, whether you can actually contribute or just pretend to. After all, we are also helping you solve your problem."

"Also, I suppose you haven't found the person who did the high-altitude object throwing either, right?"

Yang Kang nodded.

The Artist: "The person who threw the object from high altitude is among us. So, this is an unsolvable problem."