blogombal Chapter 686: Band-Aid
Chapter 686: Band-Aid
Zeng Yan had already pocketed twenty thousand dollars.He was both happy and worried about how quickly the money came in.
But now, knowing that there might be a deranged serial killer hiding in the apartment, his anxiety about earning ten thousand a day for living here seemed to have eased.
“I’d better be more careful from now on.”
He wrapped his coat tighter around himself, then suddenly thought of something: “Oh right, I’ll tell that criminal psychologist about what happened today! Maybe he can catch that guy!!!”
He pulled out his phone, opened WeChat, and scrolled through the residents’ group chat several times.
But he couldn’t find Li Shumu’s WeChat account anywhere.
So he ran to the building and asked Manager Wu Meiling.
Manager Wu Meiling was calmly snacking on sunflower seeds right now.
Hearing this question, she said, “He doesn’t live here anymore. He said he went somewhere else to look for that kind of deranged criminal, the deranged serial killer he’s been talking about.”
Zeng Yan felt a bit disappointed: “I see…”
He didn’t suspect anything about this explanation. He just thought, this guy Li Shumu had only lived here for a few days.
And now he was already running off? Wasn’t that a hassle?
“Looks like he’s different from me. The agreement I signed says I have to stay here for at least a week.”
He thought to himself.
Inside the management office.
Manager Wu Meiling nibbled on sunflower seeds as she recalled the news of Manager Mao Li Zhishu’s death.
When she first heard the news, she was utterly shocked.
After all, they had met face to face not long before his death.
But it wasn’t entirely unexpected.
Because she also knew that Li Shumu was looking for the whereabouts of that foreign woman named Eileen.
And she actually knew what had happened to that woman and who had killed her.
So Li Shumu and Mao Li Zhishu were bound to clash eventually.
“It’s fate. It seems everyone who moves into this apartment is destined to die.”
“So, when will my death day come?”
…
Zeng Yan returned to his home in Building No. 2.
Once home, he immediately flopped onto his bedroom bed, his mind still filled with the terrifying image of that young man’s corpse suddenly springing up when he opened the suitcase.
“Tsk, why do I need money again?”
A phone notification interrupted the image in his head.
It was a message from his girlfriend.
The message was simple: she wanted money.
Not a lot either.
Just a thousand dollars.
She said she was almost out of living expenses.
If this were before, Zeng Yan would have eagerly transferred the thousand dollars, and would have even added an extra one or two hundred. If he were flush, he might add two or three hundred, three or four hundred.
After all, earning money for his girlfriend felt solid and happy—like raising his own personal game character.
Making his girlfriend look beautiful and well-kept.
But now…
He didn’t want to give her a single cent, and he even wanted all the money he had given her back.
So he replied that he was short on cash and would send it in a few days.
His girlfriend just sent back a cute emoji saying “okay.”
“Ugh, what the hell am I supposed to do?!”
He covered his face, about to go crazy.
The live stream room.
Ultimate Rich Kid: [Just learn from Lei Xiaoman. Kill your girlfriend to vent your anger.]
I am the Hero: [That’s too extreme…]
Fairy Sister: [Usually when someone wants to kill their partner, it’s because they’re blinded by rage and anger. Plenty of people regret it afterward.]
[After all, in the outside world, killing someone means facing legal consequences.]
As they were discussing this.
The live stream’s main camera shifted from Zeng Yan’s scene to another location.
The other side was inside a unit on some floor of Building No. 2.
The camera had just switched over when the sound of a woman’s wailing was heard.
Inside the bedroom of this unit, a completely naked Chinese woman—apparently a victim of rape—was being violently punched and kicked by a white man.
Each punch left red marks across her once fairly fair-skinned body.
The woman cowered with her head in her arms, begging for mercy repeatedly.
But he showed no restraint at all.
Until he finally seemed to get tired.
Only then did the white man stop.
The Chinese woman thought she could finally catch a break.
But to her surprise, he actually strangled her to death with her own underwear.
After strangling her.
The white man, as if nothing had happened, lay down beside the corpse and fell asleep peacefully.
Half an hour later.
This entire scene had many people in the Far Neighbor live stream room frowning deeply.
It wasn’t that they had never seen a deranged criminal commit such acts, but they had rarely seen it so up close.
After doing all this, the white man got dressed.
He pulled out his Fruit Phone.
And began taking photos of the Chinese woman’s body on the bed from multiple angles.
How many photos he took, no one knew.
But he took a lot.
And his depravity clearly didn’t stop there. He also posed the Chinese woman’s corpse in many different positions, placing it in different spots and locations.
He even put different sets of clothes on her to take so-called “art photos.”
After doing all this, he seemed ready to leave. This didn’t appear to be his home.
He opened the unit’s security door and stuck his head out to check if anyone was in the hallway.
Seeing no one else, he returned to the bedroom, carried the corpse out of the unit, and placed it on the bed in another bedroom of a different unit on the same floor.
Then he returned to the original unit.
In the bedroom closet.
He took some clothes the Chinese woman had worn, including underwear and other items.
He also took the woman’s accessories, and her toothbrush from the bathroom—basically a bunch of personal items.
Only then did he exit the unit and go to the unit where he had moved the corpse.
This unit seemed to be his actual home.
After coming back.
He went to the bedroom, took a pair of scissors, and cut off a lock of the Chinese woman’s black hair.
He sealed all the personal items he had taken from the Chinese woman, along with this lock of black hair, in transparent vacuum-sealed bags.
After that, he pasted a slip of paper on the surface of the vacuum bag, writing the Chinese woman’s name and today’s date of her death.
Done with that, he carefully placed this item into a large box under his bed.
Inside the large box, there were many more of his vacuum-sealed bags.
After storing it away.
The white man got back into bed, hugged the corpse he had personally killed, and fell into a deep sleep.
The live stream room.
Ultimate Rich Kid: [Damn, that’s some heavy stuff! This is the most twisted thing I’ve seen in this round so far!]
Fairy Sister: [It’s okay, still within acceptable limits. A pretty standard serial killer, actually.]
I am the Hero: [This guy must have come from another country’s Alice Apartment, right?]
In this round, the four people from other countries.
Two men, two women on the list.
The two men: William (already dead)
Theodore Bundy
The two women: Eileen North (already dead)
Ohguchi Tomoko