Chapter 784: The Real Culprit Is Jiang Ran
Then there were people like American Captain who seriously suspected that Hua Country Alice Apartment was cheating, and that Jiang Ran wasn't some lab rat at all.
At this moment, Domineering Female CEO posted in the public chat section.
[I’ve been saying since the livestream started that Jiang Ran has dissociative identity disorder. His main personality is a normal person, a pretty kind-hearted one at that. But none of his other personalities are good people. So what you’re seeing Jiang Ran do now isn’t his main personality’s doing—it’s definitely an alternate personality controlling the body.]
Mi—Obediently Plant Cotton For Me: [In that case, which alternate personality is this one?]
Hua—Ultimate Rich Kid: [Don’t ask, we can’t tell either. In short, just know that none of them are good people. But yeah, we’ve only seen Jiang Ran pull this kind of brutal torture a few times before.]
As Ultimate Rich Kid typed those words, his mind was replaying all the Jiang Ran livestreams he’d watched.
Although this kind of extreme cruelty really hadn’t happened that many times, this one seemed to be the most vicious instance of Jiang Ran torturing someone in his memory.
Complete psychological freak—even he was scared watching it.
And forget him—in the Hua Country chat section, tons of viewers were typing that even though they felt like they knew Jiang Ran, in that moment, he seemed so strange, so terrifying, that it gave them goosebumps.
After all, the murder Jiang Ran had just committed looked like pure, unadulterated anti-social behavior.
The kind you could take out back and shoot a dozen times.
The most disgusting thing about this world is that as long as you have even a bit of fame, whether you’re a nobody or a celebrity, you’ll get fans.
And even worse, many deranged criminals and serial killers, despite committing crimes that made heaven and earth seethe with rage, could still attract a crowd of worshippers and admirers.
That was exactly Jiang Ran’s situation now.
Like so many other world-shaking, deranged serial killers before him, he relied on a decently handsome face to reel in a massive wave of female fans.
Earlier in the livestreams, Jiang Ran had shown decent combat resilience and an incredible body, which had gotten plenty of people to know him and follow him.
But not that many had openly expressed their adoration and worship.
After all, this kind of lab rat back then was just one of the more outstanding within the unremarkable crowd—not really that attention-grabbing.
But ever since this case went down, the public chat section suddenly exploded with people—some users were men, some women—showering Jiang Ran with admiration and affection.
There were countless saying they wanted to date him, have his kids, and even some offering to support him financially.
Others went even further, saying that this was the kind of man worth conquering, that they’d never conquered a psycho before, especially a good-looking one, so it’d definitely be a unique experience.
To all that, a ton of people felt speechless, and there were plenty who fought back against these comments.
Of course, the most infuriated of all had to be the Diamond Bachelor from Hua Country among the seven nations.
The Diamond Bachelor hadn’t spoken a word the whole time, silently watching the livestream. But her inner turmoil was like a raging storm.
Every time she saw Jiang Ran get messed up, it seemed like he was about to die, yet he never did—especially when he got hit by a car and still got back up. Okay, fine, she could accept that Jiang Ran was hard to kill anyway.
But now? What did this bunch of crazy, infatuated women want?
Furious, the Diamond Bachelor directly typed out this string in the public chat section.
[A bunch of brain-dead sluts, what’s there to even like about a lowlife like Jiang Ran? Disgusting.]
Not long after she sent that message, it was swallowed whole by the tidal wave of insults aimed at her.
Then an American—judging by the name, likely a woman—chimed in: [Sigh, as expected, Hua Country people love dragging their own down. Jiang Ran is so handsome, so charming, and you’re calling him a lowlife?]
Another French user, also probably a woman, added: [Yeah, I’ve long heard that Hua Country people screw each other over and can’t stand seeing their own succeed. Seeing is believing! A gem like Jiang Ran, and they’re making him out to be worthless.]
Each comment made the Diamond Bachelor’s blood boil, and she started smashing her computer in her pink Princess Room again.
She’d lost count of how many computers she’d destroyed by now.
It was good to be rich. An ordinary person, no matter how angry, rarely smashed their computer—after all, those things were pretty expensive.
…
At that moment, Jiang Ran finished his ice cream and stood up from the bench. He naturally had no idea that his every word and action were being watched by a massive audience, all of whom were furiously debating about him.
He left the small park.
Nearby, at a Snow King Milk Tea shop, he bought another ice cream cone.
He had to admit, Hua Country people were everywhere—even here, you could find a domestic Snow King Milk Tea shop.
He walked and ate.
Jiang Ran’s eyes were constantly scanning everything around him and in the distance.
His gaze was strange.
It was an adult’s eyes, but there was something of a newborn baby’s wonder toward the whole world in them.
Everything he saw was bright and shiny.
“That’s a nice car.”
Right then, he spotted a silver Mercedes parked by the roadside.
A two-door coupe.
Jiang Ran didn’t know the exact model.
But the appearance was indeed good, right up his alley.
He stood at several different angles, admiring the car.
Until finally, a couple walked out of a nearby restaurant.
They looked to be in their mid-twenties.
The man was Asian.
The woman was white.
Her skin was very fair, her features delicate and pretty, like a doll.
Besides that, one glance was enough to tell that the couple was wearing expensive clothes.
Even if you couldn’t recognize the brands, you could tell they were loaded.
After leaving the restaurant, the man kept his right arm wrapped around the woman’s slender waist.
The Asian man might have noticed Jiang Ran checking out the car earlier, or maybe just then.
Either way, he opened the car door for his white girlfriend first.
Once his girlfriend was in the car.
He walked around to the driver’s side.
Before getting in, the look he shot at Jiang Ran was obviously laced with disdain and contempt.
Jiang Ran noticed it too. He lowered his head and looked at his own outfit.
It was indeed very ordinary.
Especially his white down jacket, priced at 199 online—clearly cheap.
Absolutely not the kind of thing that screamed wealth.
Then, when Jiang Ran looked up again, that silver two-door Mercedes coupe was already roaring away with a loud hum.
Giving Jiang Ran a free taste of its exhaust.
But even after eating that exhaust, Jiang Ran was still smiling.
The bright grin on his face matched the day’s sun.
An hour later.
A silver two-door Mercedes coupe drove down the main street.
From the driver’s seat, Jiang Ran, for the first time, used the owner’s perspective to observe the world outside from inside the car.