Seeing Robert frantically descending the stairs, Mike didn't continue observing with his monocular telescope. Instead, he grabbed his equipment and rushed out of his room, heading toward the opposite Alice Apartment.

He feared that if he kept observing from here and delayed, he wouldn't know when the next opportunity would come.

During the time he rushed out of his room and headed toward the opposite building, Jiang Ran had already reached Robert's side.

Robert was in an extremely wretched state at this moment—lying face down on the ground with a sharp kitchen knife buried two-thirds deep into his back. Blood had soaked his entire back, creating a crimson patch.

"How pathetic, Robert."

Jiang Ran stepped on Robert's head with his foot, sneering contemptuously.

With his right cheek forced tightly against the ground, Robert kept cursing through his mouth: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Jiang Ran said now: "Stop cursing. I'll send you off right now, send you straight to hell."

"After all, aren't you called the Disciple of the Devil? Perfect timing to reunite with those demons."

After speaking, Jiang Ran prepared to pull the kitchen knife out of Robert's back.

Perhaps knowing death was approaching, Robert prepared for one final counterattack, a last desperate struggle.

His head jerked upward violently, but Jiang Ran applied pressure and brutally stomped it back down, creating a loud thud. Copious amounts of crimson blood seeped from the area where Robert's face had been pressed.

Robert's final death throes had failed.

But he refused to accept it—his hands and arms pushed against the ground as he tried to rise.

Jiang Ran simply granted his wish, releasing the foot on his head and allowing Robert to get up.

Just as Robert rose, Jiang Ran made his move.

He directly grabbed Robert's arms and legs, applying reverse force to snap them.

The cracking sound of twisting and shattering bones harmonized with Robert's screams, together composing Beethoven's First Symphony.

With both arms and legs broken, Robert could only helplessly collapse to the ground, unable to stand again.

This was composing music with life itself! How magnificent!

Robert would definitely become a great musician!

"You're extremely lucky, Robert. You met me—I don't particularly enjoy torturing opponents. If you had encountered my other personalities, especially those few I consider truly perverted personalities, you would have died in unbearable agony. However, only one of those genuinely perverted personalities has emerged so far, and he encountered that clown. Even his method of dealing with the clown wasn't particularly perverted or cruel—not up to his usual style."

Robert at this moment had already been punched multiple times by Jiang Ran all over his body, then slashed in the shoulder, stabbed in the back, and now had both arms and legs broken.

The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't focus on Jiang Ran's rambling.

But he knew one thing: he was about to die.

Because he could already see Jiang Ran smiling while holding that kitchen knife now stained with his blood.

And was gesturing with it toward him.

"Jiang Ran!"

Facing imminent death, Robert showed no fear. Instead, he revealed a maniacal expression:

"What's death? Hahaha, Jiang Ran! I'm just arriving at Disneyland before you! I'll be waiting for you there!"

Maniacal, insane.

Somewhat handsome narrow cheekbones.

Broken, blackened teeth. Demon-like curly black hair.

"Sorry, I never go to that place—tickets are too expensive. Didn't go while alive, definitely won't go after death."

Jiang Ran sneered.

With those words, he used the kitchen knife to slit Robert's throat.

After removing the knife, blood gushed wildly from Robert's neck. His constantly laughing mouth choked on blood until he could no longer laugh.

More and more blood emerged—perhaps Robert would die from suffocation first.

After confirming Robert's inevitable death, Jiang Ran turned and left. As for disposing of the body?

Based purely on his currently integrated memories of the apartment as a starting point for deduction, it was completely unnecessary.

Someone would help him.

He walked to the front of the apartment building, looking up at this structure.

Somewhat curiously, he said: "What organization is behind this apartment building anyway? To create such an interesting place?"

"You're extremely lucky, Robert. You met me—I don't particularly enjoy torturing opponents. If you had encountered my other personalities, especially those few I consider truly twisted personalities, you would have died in unbearable agony. However, only one of those genuinely twisted personalities has emerged so far, and he encountered the clown. Even his method of dealing with the clown wasn't particularly twisted or cruel—not up to his usual style."

Jiang Ran now held his head, his face showing a trace of pain.

"These personalities... without suppression, they want to emerge again..."

...

Mike arrived outside the main entrance of Alice Apartment and directly passed through facial recognition, which surprised him—his facial recognition hadn't been canceled yet.

After passing through the main gate, he immediately spotted a figure lying alone in a pool of blood some distance ahead!

And a dark silhouette with its back turned to him was entering the apartment building and getting into the elevator.

"Robert! You've killed another person! Damn beast!"

Without even thinking, Mike knew Robert had taken another innocent life.

So the moment he saw this scene, he started running.

While passing by that struggling figure on the ground...

Mike, who had originally intended to chase the silhouette in the elevator, suddenly stopped.

After stopping, Mike first stared at the figure on the ground, then turned to look at the silhouette that had disappeared into the elevator.

Back and forth several times.

Facing imminent death, Robert showed no fear. Instead, he revealed a maniacal expression:

What? The one lying on the ground is Robert?!

Then who was that silhouette in the elevator?!

Forget it, never mind—as long as Robert is here, that's what matters since he's the target.

Maniacal, insane.

Robert wasn't dead yet, just dying.

Hearing the voice reaching his ears, his eyeballs strained to move toward the corners of his eyes.

He saw that familiar Caucasian face.

He mumbled excitedly, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

"Hahaha! You've come to this too? You got killed by someone else too?!"

Though Robert was near death, Mike didn't let him off.

He directly stepped on Robert's abdomen and chest with both feet.

Jiang Ran sneered.

With each jump, more blood gushed from Robert's slit throat and mouth.

"Damn you! You really deserve this! Go die! You beast! Go to hell!"

Mike's eyes blazed with fury, curses pouring out continuously.

Even after Robert had died, Mike continued jumping up and down for several more minutes.

After confirming Robert's death, Mike, like Jiang Ran, turned and left.

Jiang Ran relied on memory integration and his own speculation that someone would handle the body for him.

But Mike had personally witnessed plenty of cleanup crews.

So he left directly too.

Of course, before leaving, he took numerous photos of Robert with his phone.

He planned to develop all these photos, then return to Maple Country and burn them at his fiancée's grave.

Naturally, he now had an even more important matter—returning to his room in the high-rise hotel to check the camera he'd set up at the window to see what exactly had happened before he arrived at Alice Apartment, and who that silhouette belonged to!

When he returned to his room in the high-rise hotel and finished reviewing the footage of Jiang Ran and Robert leaving the apartment building...

He remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he uttered one sentence:

"I need to leave right now. I'm never coming back to Alice Apartment again."

Having experienced major storms and challenges, few things truly frightened Mike.

His fiancée's death counted as one—he feared her death, her departure from him.

This matter now counted as another.

He couldn't imagine that Robert was actually the one being pursued.

And that the person pursuing him was someone he'd met before who seemed quite normal.

Though he knew the guy had dissociative identity disorder.

He'd seen many people with dissociative identity disorder, including criminals among them.

But he'd never seen anyone who treated a serial killer of Robert's caliber like a puppy to be manipulated...