"This apartment is completely insane. That lunatic Jiang Ran, who kills indiscriminately, would actually be called a lab rat?"

"If he's a lab rat, then I'm a lab rat that hasn't even been born yet."

Building No. 1, Room 401.

A very capable-looking middle-aged man was piling all sorts of messy things behind his apartment's security door.

He piled things up while complaining.

This capable middle-aged man was also a member of the Artist's group.

After the short, fat, and round woman made a suggestion that wasn't adopted by the Artist, he proposed one: find Jiang Ran's location and kill him before he could react. That one was adopted.

After Jiang Ran emerged from the elevator and started killing everyone, this man was also one of the lucky ones who successfully escaped back to his own home.

Of course, even though he escaped back, he still wasn't at ease. That's why he was piling things behind the door.

To be honest, he also felt that hiding at home was safe enough, and piling things up was unnecessary.

But just in case, it was always better to be safe.

After finishing piling things behind the door.

He stuffed his entire set of white ghost-face mask clothing under the bed in his bedroom.

After doing all this, he collapsed onto the living room sofa as if all his strength had been drained.

His eyes were open, staring into the void like a dead man.

"He's not human, Jiang Ran is not human, and this Alice Apartment is even less humane..."

The capable middle-aged man was the leader of a home invasion robbery gang.

In his lifetime of doing this line of work, he had summarized a few principles of the trade:

First: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.

Second: Hit once and change location.

Third: Be ruthless and vicious.

Like him, he used to commit home invasion robbery and murder domestically.

Later, domestic investigations became too intense, he couldn't survive there, so he smuggled himself to Southeast Asia to continue this old trade.

After going there, he wandered around several countries in Southeast Asia.

If robbing the poor yielded too little, then rob the rich.

But before he could rob many rich people, he was arrested.

The efficiency there was simply like night and day compared to before.

After being arrested, he was imprisoned there, awaiting sentencing, and they didn't extradite him back to his home country.

But not long after.

Strangely, he was actually extradited back to his home country.

Well, returning home offered no hope either. After all, he had committed many atrocities domestically, and being caught meant the death penalty.

But after being extradited back, he was sent here.

That is, to Alice Apartment.

By the time he roughly understood what this place was about.

He himself was shocked.

He considered himself someone who only committed home invasion robbery for money, and occasionally did some kidnapping.

Otherwise, who would want to kill people at the drop of a hat?

He wasn't a pervert.

But this place wasn't like that. A whole bunch of these kinds of dead perverts lived here.

Therefore, after living in fear and trembling for a long time, he encountered a dead pervert called the Artist and was recruited by him.

He finally managed to live a few peaceful days.

Then he encountered this whole hunting and killing Jiang Ran thing.

Jiang Ran alone killed them, some dead, some fleeing.

He just wanted to ask, Alice Apartment, are you out of your mind? Is that guy a lab rat?

"Sigh, who knows what this place will become later, whether that Artist's group still exists or not."

The capable middle-aged man let out a deep sigh.

At the same time, he felt fortunate that he was lucky and didn't die in that chaotic fight.

But right at that moment.

His security door suddenly made a loud *bang*.

This startled him so much he jumped up from the sofa.

He looked towards the security door.

He saw that his security door.

The door had been kicked open.

However, there were things blocking it, so the door was only opened a crack.

But before the next second.

The door was completely kicked open by a second kick.

All the many things behind the door were useless.

Immediately after, a majestic Mingguang Armor Man entered through the main door.

When he saw this tall and mighty Mingguang Armor Man.

The capable middle-aged man's heart gave a violent thump in fright.

However, years of experience in home invasion robbery crimes had given him decent psychological resilience.

He made himself appear natural on the surface, then put on a look of great shock mixed with a bit of fear.

He said to the Mingguang Armor Man:

"You, who are you? Why are you kicking my door?!"

After entering, Jiang Ran, the Mingguang Armor Man, swept his eyes around from behind the mask.

The capable middle-aged man knew what he was looking for: he was looking for the white ghost-face mask clothing.

Fortunately, he was clever and hid it in advance, otherwise... the situation would be dire.

Even so, he still pretended to be clueless: "Hey, may I ask what you are looking for?"

Jiang Ran spoke: "Looking for evidence that you are one of the Artist's people."

"Artist? Who is the Artist?"

The capable middle-aged man furrowed his brows tightly, putting on a thoughtful expression.

In this world, really, everyone is an actor.

"Looks like you're not!"

"Didn't find any evidence!"

Jiang Ran turned his front towards the capable middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

The capable middle-aged man nodded: "I'm definitely not! I don't even know who this Artist you're talking about is!"

"Is he a pianist? Or a painter?"

"If we're talking about art, I only know one pianist, Lang Lang, but he doesn't know me."

"As for painters, I know many, like Beethoven, Mozart."

Jiang Ran said: "You're mistaken. Beethoven and Mozart are not painters."

"They are both [Gourmets]."

"Oh, oh, oh, I see, I made a mistake!"

The capable middle-aged man chuckled.

"Then, is there anything else?"

Jiang Ran didn't move. After standing still for a moment, he said: "Right now, how come I highly suspect that you are one of the Artist's people?"

The capable middle-aged man quickly put on a pitiful, wronged expression: "Hey, you mustn't slander a good person!"

Suddenly, for some reason.

The capable middle-aged man recalled the multiple home invasion robberies and murders he had committed.

Back then, the victims were tied up by him and his accomplices.

They also looked pitiful and wronged, pleading with them: "After you take the money, please don't hurt them," and things like that.

In the end, these people were still killed and disposed of by them.

This situation now and that situation back then were quite similar.

Jiang Ran said: "Is that so? Then I want to ask you, since you are not one of the Artist's people, why did you pile so many things behind your door?"

The capable middle-aged man spread his hands: "Of course I had to pile things up! You know what kind of people live here! And tonight, when I was about to go out for a stroll, I saw a bunch of people wearing weird clothing over at Building No. 2, and they were holding weapons like fire axes."

"Seeing them, I have to take precautions!!!"

"After all, better safe than sorry!!!"

Jiang Ran nodded, his armor clinking: "That makes some sense."

"However, there's one thing I need to tell you."

The capable middle-aged man asked: "What thing?"

Jiang Ran said: "Someone sold you out. It was you who proposed the plan to kill me before I could react, wasn't it?"