Chapter 931: Dead Jiang Ran Had Actually Gone Out

Sissy Jiang Ran was still covering his mouth with a stifled laugh, his voice now sounding completely like a woman's voice.

And it was actually quite pleasant to the ear, sweet and crisp.

"All of you, when it comes to overall ability, are indeed the cream of the crop among the 112."

"But you all still have your flaws and weaknesses."

"When it comes to reading people, your skills fall far too short."

Blue-haired Jiang Ran blew dismissively at his blue bangs: "Heh, then tell us, how exactly did we misjudge him?"

Brother Jiang Ran's younger twin slapped his thigh: "I've got it, sister! What you mean is, because Dead Last Jiang Ran is the weakest, that also makes him the most cowardly and sneaky? He's the one among the 62 alternate personalities least likely to die, or perhaps the one who simply can't die at all?!"

The other alternate personalities heard this and, for once, actually thought that Brother Jiang Ran's younger twin had finally said something that made a great deal of sense.

Sissy Jiang Ran squinted with a smile: "No."

"What I mean is, is it possible that Dead Last Jiang Ran's true overall strength is far more than the little bit we've seen on the surface?"

Blue-haired Jiang Ran refused to believe it: "That guy got yanked out by the System to clean up after the kind-memory main personality's messes multiple times. When did you ever see him succeed?"

Noble Jiang Ran remained silent, seemingly frowning in deep thought.

Sissy Jiang Ran said: "If he'd succeeded, that would've been wrong. It's precisely because he failed that things are right."

Noble Jiang Ran looked up at that moment: "What you're saying is, that guy was putting on an act from start to finish?"

Sissy Jiang Ran: "Correct. That guy was pretending the entire time, pretending to be weak, pretending to be a complete dead last."

Blue-haired Jiang Ran abruptly stood up.

"Impossible! I don't believe it! Frankly speaking, that's just your opinion!"

"Why don't you ask everyone else here if any of them agree with you?"

There was no need to look. Not a single one shared Sissy Jiang Ran's view.

After all, Dead Last Jiang Ran had always been their dead last. Otherwise, they wouldn't have given him that nickname to begin with.

Sissy Jiang Ran looked up, gazing at the outside world: "What I say today will be proven true in the future."

"I hope that when you all encounter him in the future, you won't be tricked by him. Playing the pig to eat the tiger."

Just then, Judge Jiang Ran slowly walked up behind the several alternate personalities, his expression frighteningly dark, and said: "Rather than worrying about Dead Last, you should worry more about Dead Jiang Ran. That guy seems to be one of the 62 alternate personalities as well."

"I've been tallying up which 62 alternate personalities make up the full count these past few days. No matter how I count now, one is always missing. There's a very high probability it's Dead Jiang Ran."

Blue-haired Jiang Ran: "That's a good thing! That guy's a madman. He's been hiding in the inner landscape world for so long."

"Now that he's out, at least we can rest easy." ℴ

Noble Jiang Ran: "Oh, so he's out... well then... which place is his spawn point, and which place's people are about to be in for some serious trouble..."

"Wait, that guy loves killing so much. He might kill the moment he gets out. And then, the pitcher goes so often to the well that it gets broken at last. He might just get himself killed that way."

...

Dead Jiang Ran was the only one among the six slumbering alternate personalities to go out first.

The nationality he chose was also American nationality.

Of course, his ethnicity was still Asian from Hua Country.

As for his appearance.

The face that Dead Jiang Ran had sculpted for himself was extremely ordinary.

For Dead Jiang Ran, whether a face was too handsome or too ugly, it would easily draw attention and create lasting memories, leaving a deep impression on others.

That was an enormous disadvantage for a deranged criminal, a deranged serial killer.

A face that was neither ugly nor handsome, a completely average look, was his first choice.

As for height, he hadn't chosen anything too tall either. A standard 180 centimeters.

Right now, Dead Jiang Ran was in a remote small town in some state in America.

He was in a standalone house within this small town.

That is, the kind of large house with a lawn and garage, one per household. Also called a detached villa.

This type of house was very common in America, especially in small towns.

This villa had originally been home to an elderly white couple.

When the System had first transported Dead Jiang Ran to the vicinity.

He had spotted the elderly white couple and deliberately rummaged through the trash in front of them.

He was gambling on the kindness of this old couple.

Sure enough, when the elderly white couple saw a neatly dressed young man of Asian descent rummaging through the trash for food, they thought he must have fallen on hard times.

So the elderly white couple extended a helping hand to Dead Jiang Ran.

They gave him some leftover bread and fruit from their home.

Dead Jiang Ran communicated with them in English, expressing his thanks.

Then he took the bread and fruit and left.

After that, he survived for several days on that bread and fruit.

He kept scouting the area around the elderly couple's home the entire time. When he finally decided they were suitable targets, he snuck in late one night.

He killed the elderly white couple who had once helped him.

Dead Jiang Ran wasn't so twisted that he woke them up before killing them. He killed them while they were both fast asleep. No pain, they passed peacefully.

After the elderly white couple died, Dead Jiang Ran dug a pit and buried their bodies.

After burying them.

He took over the villa.

Becoming the master of the place.

At this moment, Dead Jiang Ran was in the living room, eating vegetable salad and drinking milk, sitting in the spot where the elderly white husband usually liked to sit, watching American television programs.

To his right was a black backpack.

Inside were all the cash he had searched out from the villa.

Over ten thousand USD.

Dead Jiang Ran wouldn't stay in this place for long. His lifestyle required constant wandering.

...

Tai Country.

A certain city, a foul-smelling river. Because the river stank so badly, people rarely came near it.

But today, the riverbank was packed with people.

They were all watching the people on a small boat in the river fish out a corpse.

The corpse was finally pulled up. Those standing close noticed it was a woman.

She appeared to be a local from Tai Country. Her body was completely naked, with obvious bruising on her neck.

Because she had been soaking in the river for some time, her body had begun to show signs of bloating.

"Damn, how tragic is this? She doesn't have a single stitch of clothing on. Could she have been raped and killed? (Thai)"

"Most likely, yeah. Sigh, what a shame. Judging by her appearance, she was pretty young. Probably no older than thirty. (Thai)"

"Hm? I think I recognize this woman. She's one of the street girls on that block. (Thai)"

"Right, that's her. (Thai)"

"Well, if she was a street girl, then it's no surprise she ended up dead. People like her always have messy relationships. (Thai)"

People on both sides of the riverbank were chattering away. Originally, they all felt pity and regret for this dead woman, after all, she was so young.

But as word about this woman being a street girl spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, once the news fermented and blew up, these people's regret over this woman's death vanished completely.

Suddenly, they all felt it was nothing much.