"Team Leader, what happened at Alice Apartment this time? So many of us came to clean up at once?"

Outside the tour bus.

Cleaner Team Member Xiao Leng was huffing warm air, exhaling white puffs of steam into his constantly rubbing hands, trying to force some 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 member.

And so, the dozens of Cleaners marched into Alice Apartment in a grand procession.

Some 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 immediately saw the extremely conspicuous rows of bodies wearing white ghost-face mask outfits in front of the two apartment buildings.

Besides that, there were many weapons—fire axes, chainsaws—and blood everywhere.

"So many people died?!"

Xiao Leng was startled.

"Did some 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 came 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?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

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 time.

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 apartment 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 Apartment.

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 time. She didn't need to stay here for a set number of days.

Hu Yan's mental state wasn't great; she hadn't slept well last night, even though the two gentlemen 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, somewhat 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 apartment.

They still ultimately died at Alice Apartment.

"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 home 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 something happens to me someday, my family will have an heir."

The two of them stood at the entrance feeling melancholy 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 men tightened their collars and quickly walked up the stairs.

Room 504, Building No. 1.

This was The Artist's home.

At this moment, The Artist was at the dining table, eating a steamer 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 meal.

While eating, he commented: "The topic of pre-made meals suddenly exploded in popularity these past two years. But actually, many years ago, when I was still in high school, I ate pre-made meals in the school cafeteria."

"I remember 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 meal."

His words weren't spoken to himself.

There were other people in his home.

A more precise number: two people.

One was Huo Yun, also a lab rat in this round; the other was that opera performer—Hu Wusong.

Huo Yun stood beside the dining table, watching The Artist still in the mood to comment on pre-made meals.

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 hammer 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 mean 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 somewhat 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 same 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 seemed to have heard something utterly unbelievable: "You're leaving tomorrow?"

He slammed 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 Apartment, right? So, you're joking?"

The Artist shook his head: "Not joking."

"I came to Alice Apartment in Hua Country as a transition. Now I'm being assigned to go somewhere 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.