"Madman! Pervert! Demon!"

"Ahhhhh! Let me go!!!!!"

Sun Yijie struggled violently at this moment, suddenly realizing this buyer was an even more terrifying pervert than Xia Xiaomei.

This guy, this guy!

This guy isn't human!

How could anyone do such things?!

Because after Sherlock cut off his first piece of flesh, he proceeded to cut the second, then the third.

And neatly arranged them all on the white cloth.

Xia Xiaomei watched from the side and asked, "How many cuts will you make like this?"

Sherlock replied, "The more the better. It all depends on the Lingchi Master's skill level."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, then reopened them, as if the previous cuts were just warm-up, and now the real show was about to begin.

Time for true enjoyment.

Sherlock turned and continued pulling items from his black briefcase.

That black briefcase didn't look large, but seemed bottomless.

From it, he pulled out white gloves and put them on both hands.

Then he said to Xia Xiaomei:

"Want to join? I think you've got potential as a Lingchi Master. The way you cut wounds on him and sprinkled salt shows real talent."

Sherlock turned his head to look at Xia Xiaomei.

Xia Xiaomei shook her head: "No thanks, I'll just watch from here. I've already vented earlier."

"Mmm, fine then."

"Fitness guy, this is my first time performing lingchi execution on a fitness trainer. Look at these perfect muscles, ah, so beautiful, such exquisite texture!"

Sherlock sighed with admiration.

Sun Yijie was now scared out of his wits.

He cursed at Sherlock, demanding to be released.

But it was useless.

Sun Yijie knew he'd encountered the kind of dismemberment psycho that only appears in movies, TV shows, or news reports.

But those psychos dismembered to dispose of bodies - this guy actually enjoyed dismembering living people!!!!

Survival instinct made Sun Yijie struggle desperately.

Tears and snot mixed together, presenting a pitiful sight.

Like a fat pig knowing it's about to be slaughtered.

...

Meanwhile, in the live stream room:

Ultimate Rich Kid was cursing: [Damn! Isn't this guy too perverted?! Lingchi? The lingchi I'm thinking of?!]

Little Aunt questioned: [Besides the lingchi you're thinking of, is there another kind in this world?]

Ultimate Rich Kid: [Shouldn't this ancient execution method have disappeared by now?]

Domineering Female CEO: [Who said it disappeared... It's just not an official punishment anymore so you don't see it...]

Lingchi execution was one of the most cruel and terrifying punishments in ancient China.

Absolute torture.

Watching yourself being killed bit by bit, cut by cut.

Pure physical and psychological torment, lasting an extremely long time.

Historical figures executed by lingchi included: Fang Xiaoru (executed with ten familial generations), the Ming Dynasty eunuch Liu Jin.

And the controversial late-Ming figure Yuan Chonghuan.

Ultimate Rich Kid said: [I just searched online - lingchi execution requires at least 8 cuts, up to thousands, depending on the Lingchi Master's skill. Wonder how skilled this Sherlock is - the better he is, the worse for Sun Yijie...]

Domineering Female CEO: [Right, Sun Yijie's really unlucky - first tortured by Xia Xiaomei, now getting someone even worse!!!]

Ultimate Rich Kid: [This Sherlock is seriously perverted... Female CEO, do you know his background? How did he become someone who enjoys lingchi executions? Or was he born like this?]

Domineering Female CEO: [The apartment's profile on Sherlock just says: 'Lingchi Master by family tradition.']

[As for the rest, I don't know.]

[If you want his background, you'll have to dig yourself. Or wait until he appears more and shares his own story.]

...

Meanwhile at Jiang Ran's place:

After the 9pm matchmaking event ended, Jiang Ran helped clean up.

He packed some buffet food and returned to his room 304 by 10pm.

Normally he should have encountered the clown upon returning home.

But for some reason, the clown who planned to wait for Jiang Ran's return...

Left after waiting over four hours.

Thus Jiang Ran completely missed him upon returning home.

After getting home, Jiang Ran put the packed food in the fridge and prepared for bed.

But before sleeping, he noticed something odd - why was there a large area of white paper scraps on his living room floor?

Dense like snowflakes.

Day 3, Round 27.

Wang Anjian left the matchmaking event's activity room around the same time as Jiang Ran last night, also packing food.

After returning home, he took painkillers and went to sleep.

He slept until 1am.

Suddenly waking, he spewed a mouthful of liquid.

After spitting it out, he felt extremely weak. Waiting five minutes, he turned on the bedside lamp.

The sight shocked him.

His quilt and sheets were covered in red bloodstains.

Large patches everywhere.

Looking down, Wang Anjian saw his white T-shirt was also stained red.

Wiping his mouth with his right hand revealed fresh blood on his hand.

Staring at the mess before him, Wang Anjian breathed heavily, unclear what to think.

After a while, he used his relatively clean left hand to grab his charging phone from the nightstand.

He saw a new message notification.

Unlocking the phone, he found a notification for 10,000 yuan deposited.

He smiled faintly.

Then began spending the money immediately.

This was his second time receiving 10,000 yuan - the first had already been fully spent.

He'd bought various daily necessities, school supplies, mailing them to the mountain village where he once taught.

The rest he donated to online medical fundraisers.

This new 10,000 would be spent the same way, keeping only basic living expenses for himself.

By 3am, he collapsed weakly onto the bed.

Eyes empty and lost.

Why did he spend the money immediately upon receiving it?

Simple reason - he feared dying the next second with money still in his account, having no family or friends to handle his affairs.

Wouldn't that be wasteful?

"I hope I can live a bit longer!"

Wang Anjian didn't believe in any religion.

But now he prayed to heaven to let him live longer, earn more money.

To help more people.

Unbeknownst to Wang Anjian, two floors away in room 901...

The physically healthy Sun Yijie was suffering inhuman torture.

One thing was certain - Sun Yijie would likely die before Wang Anjian.