Chapter 793: Kite String Throat Slit
So it turned out the cameras were broken.
Quite a few people in the live stream room expressed their understanding.
After all, even the most careful plan could have a flaw, and nothing in this world was foolproof forever.
But soon, someone posted in the public chat section, voicing their confusion:
【Strange... even though I'm just watching the stream, I know the Far Neighbor live stream game's footage is made up of a bunch of cameras from different angles. Take that steel mill, for instance—I feel like there should be surveillance everywhere, and saying a hundred is probably an understatement. But... can't all those cameras just break down at the exact same time, right?】
Following that person's comment, someone immediately shouted: 【Yeah, even if the camera covering Jiang Ran's situation happened to break, they could at least switch to footage from somewhere else in the steel mill, right?!!!】
The doubts kept piling up.
The two beautiful hostesses explained again: "Ladies and gentlemen, the first gentleman who spoke is right—it's the cameras in the steel mill and the surrounding area that all malfunctioned. We don't know what happened either!!!"
They looked just as anxious, and it didn't seem like an act at all.
Mi—American Captain watched the live stream and typed: 【That makes no sense! I've been watching this stream for so long, and I've encountered times when the cameras failed and caused no footage, but it was never a camera issue itself—it was always a third-party factor, like a fire or a power outage in the area...】
Maple—White Supremacy: 【So, did it get a virus?】
Maple—Freedom: 【Speechless... It couldn't break down earlier or later, but just at the crucial moment. I was still wondering why Jiang Ran suddenly slammed on the brakes...】
Hua—Ultimate Rich Kid: 【I don't get it either. What was Jiang Ran trying to do by suddenly hitting the brakes? Could there be a problem with his car? Lost speed? Couldn't control the speed? So he slammed on the brakes to stop the car?】
The studio.
The two beautiful hostesses were also very anxious, but they were just hosts, unable to do anything except wait, just like everyone watching the live stream.
The abandoned steel mill.
After Jiang Ran's head and body had been separated, the moon gradually grew brighter.
Pure white moonlight bathed the earth, covering the entire ground in a silvery coat.
From the pitch-black area behind the trees on one side of the central road, a figure slowly emerged.
What was most eye-catching about this figure was his two heterochromatic eyes of different colors.
Gates walked out slowly.
He reached the space between the last two parallel trees.
Then stopped there.
His gaze wasn't fixed on Jiang Ran's head, which had rolled forward.
Instead, it landed on a spot just a few centimeters in front of his eyes.
There, a few centimeters ahead, a long trail of bloodstains floated in mid-air.
At first glance, it seemed like some kind of magic trick, but looking more carefully.
He realized it wasn't magic.
These bloodstains were clinging to an object.
This object stretched from the tree on the left all the way to the tree on the right.
Two points formed a single straight line.
It was a taut kite string.
Forget about such a late hour—even during the day, if you rode past without looking closely, you'd hardly notice this death-dealing kite string.
And Jiang Ran had been killed by this very string.
His head had been severed from his body.
Gates took half a step forward, then tilted his neck forward, opened his mouth slightly, and stuck out his red tongue.
He meticulously licked the blood-stained section of the kite string in front of him, moving from left to right.
He was licking up Jiang Ran's blood.
After licking the blood from that section of the string, he felt it was enough, closed his eyes, and slowly savored the taste in his mouth.
As he savored it, he praised.
"Not bad, not bad—the flavor is very sweet. This is one of the top three tastes I've ever had in my entire history."
"Still, it's no surprise that your blood has such a taste. After all, you were speeding along, chasing those people, and in such darkness, you still noticed a kite string between the last two trees."
"Your focus and observation skills are truly impressive. Too bad you noticed too late, and by the time you tried to hit the brakes, you couldn't stop in time."
This kind of death for Jiang Ran wasn't unique to him.
After all, many years ago, some people had died this way.
For example, those who wanted to take revenge on society would set up such traps on crowded sidewalks or roads.
Gates now walked over to Jiang Ran's head lying on the ground.
He kicked Jiang Ran's head with his foot, flipping it face-up toward the sky. Then Gates stared intently at Jiang Ran's face.
Jiang Ran's severed head from before his death had both eyes wide open, with a deep shock plastered on his face. Beyond that, the severed neck wound was still gushing blood.
From Jiang Ran's expression, it was clear that even in his final moments, he was probably still shocked by his own death.
"Tough to kill, indeed."
Gates stared at Jiang Ran's face and couldn't help muttering this.
"Never mind the earlier attempts—Derby failed to kill you, Jin Baiying and Zhao Jue staked you out that night without success, and then the poison meant to stop your heart didn't work either. Lucas tried to hypnotize you, and he'd successfully hypnotized that lab rat Arthur from France to death, but on you, it failed again. Then last night, I had someone run you over to send you straight to hell, and even though you got hit, you still survived."
"Incredible. Truly incredible. This 8-round lab rat of yours is among the best I've ever seen from any 8-round batch, even more absurd than those with 12 or 16 rounds."
"After all, falling into that pit was my doing—my subordinates thought it was only 8 or 9 meters deep, but that pit was a full 10 meters deep. And yet, you still managed to climb out."
"I'm genuinely curious—how exactly did you get out of that pit?"
"Of course, since you got out and made it here, it means you must have run into Manager Xiao Zhang and his crew. I didn't see Manager Xiao Zhang, so that guy was probably killed by you."
"Since that guy kept shouting in front of me that he wanted to personally finish you off, when you two met in the factory, he definitely wouldn't run."
"In the end, you still had to die by my hands."
"Too bad... Compared to this kind of killing method, I still prefer to kill with my own hands. Killing with bare hands—the warmth between your palms, the blood boiling through your entire body, and that surge of adrenaline—it's way too easy to get addicted to."
"But killing with bare hands makes it easy to mess up. After all, I'm not good at physical combat, and even if I were, I would never kill with my own hands."
Gates and Jin Baiying were of a similar type.
Both were outright psychological freaks.
And Jin Baiying was also a sociopath. As for whether Gates was a sociopath, it didn't matter much—he was close enough.
Jin Baiying had always prided himself on using his brains to eat, an intellectual serial killer.
In Alice Apartment, before he met Jiang Ran, he might have truly been an intellectual serial killer, but after meeting Jiang Ran, his brain had gone stupid.