Chapter 797: Main Personality of Evil Memories
At this moment, the alternate personalities in the inner landscape world were also watching the outside situation.
Regarding who was currently controlling the body.
None of them, all the alternate personalities, had ever expected this.
Ever since that night when Jiang Ran was hit by a car, it hadn’t been the main personality of good memories controlling the body.
It continued all the way until Jiang Ran’s throat was slit by kite string, his head separated from his body.
After that, his head returned to his body.
Yet no alternate personality swap occurred; instead, it was still the one who had stepped in after being hit by the car.
And this one who stepped in wasn’t an alternate personality.
Nor was it the main personality of good memories, or the complete version of the main personality.
Rather, it was—the main personality of only evil memories.
The main personality of evil memories had also been randomly selected by the System.
This was something none of the alternate personalities in the inner landscape world had anticipated.
Because they had never considered the main personality of evil memories to be within the same pool as themselves for random selection.
The main personality of evil memories had always suppressed them, locked down the entire inner landscape world.
How could it possibly be drawn out?
And after the main personality of evil memories went out, they remained suppressed and locked down; the System gave them no opportunity to do such things themselves.
At this moment, Blue-Haired Jiang Ran lay sprawled on the concrete ground of the small town in the inner landscape world, legs spread wide, watching everything outside.
He said weakly: "This main personality of evil memories, it seems like he’s never been out before, right?"
Old Sneaky Jiang Ran nodded: "No, never. Neither before the transmigration nor after."
Back then, the main personality Jiang Ran had split his own memories into two parts.
The main personality of good memories controlled the body, while the main personality of evil memories suppressed all alternate personalities in the inner landscape world from start to finish.
Therefore, the main personality of evil memories was nothing but a workhorse who put in effort without any pay.
That was also why, now that he was out, the main personality of evil memories was like a newborn, his eyes lighting up at everything, curious about everything.
Because he had never been out, never enjoyed this world.
"Ahhhh, I want to go out so bad too!!! When will we ever save up 50 million points?!?! This feels harder to save than scrounging up a bride price to get married!!!"
Watching the main personality of evil memories control the body and go on a killing spree.
Blue-Haired Jiang Ran lay on the ground, enviously making loud, random noise.
Though the alternate personalities near him showed displeasure, they only glared at him irritably before quickly shifting their gazes.
If it were any other alternate personality making noise like that, they’d probably get ganged up on and beaten.
...
Inside the bar.
"No! Brother!"
"Ahhh! Help!!!"
"Damn it! You bastard! You killed my best friend!!!"
"Fuck! Why aren't the cops here yet to arrest this lunatic?!"
Various languages exploded like bombs here.
Chinese, German, English, French, and so on.
As Jiang Ran kept swinging his cleaver.
People died one after another, falling into pools of blood.
Among the people in this bar, some were friends or classmates out having fun, some were lone wolves.
In short, Jiang Ran had killed quite a few.
Of course, there were certainly those in the bar brave enough to resist Jiang Ran, rather than just run.
For instance, just now, two black men—one distracted Jiang Ran from the front, while the other ambushed from behind, wrapping his arms around Jiang Ran to restrain him.
But Jiang Ran leaned backward, using the man as a cushion.
When the man let go from pain and lay on the ground, Jiang Ran hacked at his face and neck dozens of times with the cleaver.
With every swing, blood splattered everywhere.
Accompanied by the black man's screams and cries for help.
Jiang Ran hadn’t forgotten why he came here.
He stopped wasting time on these irrelevant people.
He kept twisting his neck, his eyes scanning the dim, noisy bar until he finally found the four of them.
He strode toward them.
At the same time, a hoarse, terrifying laugh, "Heh heh," came from his mouth.
At this moment, Liu Baobao and the other three were all hiding behind a booth.
They thought they could escape this calamity, given how chaotic the scene was.
But as soon as Liu Baobao poked her head out, she saw that Jason—Jiang Ran—was walking toward them.
Instantly, the four of them stopped hiding behind the booth and frantically fled in other directions.
It was almost laughable.
Liu Baobao, the young Asian man, the middle-aged white woman, and the black man.
Any one of their criminal records could serve as rich, horrifying material for movies and TV shows.
Yet now, they were fleeing like ordinary people.
"Ahhh! Damn it!!!"
They ran to the elevator, but just as before, it was too packed to squeeze in.
The only stairs were just as bad.
They had considered hiding in a private room or the bathroom earlier.
But on second thought, they gave up—if they got trapped, there would be no chance to escape.
"What do we do now?!"
The young Asian man's lips were trembling with panic.
The young Asian man, like Daniel and Smith, the two who had attacked Juliet earlier.
Were all serial rapist-murderers.
Such people shared a trait.
They displayed absolute control and dominance over vulnerable women.
They vented their beastly desires on weak women, watching them struggle helplessly.
Every pore in their bodies would tingle with satisfaction.
But the moment they encountered someone more twisted and stronger than themselves, they could wilt faster than an ordinary person.
Liu Baobao and the black man’s minds had gone blank, unable to think of any good plan, especially as Jiang Ran drew closer.
As for the current main personality of evil memories, Jiang Ran.
He absolutely had a mind for toying with others.
He could have sprinted over and finished the four of them quickly.
But he deliberately took slow, leisurely steps, savoring and anticipating what moves and reactions Liu Baobao and the others would have under his grip.
This kind of psychological freak, the feeling of controlling others’ lives.
If ordinary people couldn’t understand it, it was like when someone works at an electronics factory, becomes a line leader, and abuses their power to boss around the workers.
In the end, among the four, it was the middle-aged white woman who made a decision.
Without even consulting the other three, she looked down at the railing below the first floor.
Then she flipped over the railing and jumped straight down.
"Damn! Are you crazy?!"
The young Asian man thought to himself—even though this was the second floor, the distance from this bar’s second floor to the ground was a full five meters!!!
Jumping down wouldn’t kill you, but what if you sprained your ankle or got hurt? What then?
But clearly, the middle-aged white woman had a good head on her shoulders.
She had no intention of jumping straight down from here. Instead, she first landed on the cement truck that Jiang Ran had smashed into the bar, and then climbed down from the truck to the ground.