Chapter 795: I Am Jason
His neck had completely healed, Jiang Ran kept twisting his head left and right.
Then he walked forward.
After a short while, he reached the main gate he had come through before, the same gate that led to the pit.
At this moment, inside that gate—the only exit of the abandoned steel mill—was the pit.
It was utterly silent.
Pitch black inside, not a sound at all.
Jiang Ran picked up one of the flashlights still lit at the edge of the pit and shone it into the hole.
He saw that roughly half of the pit was submerged in cement.
Because of that, the people he had thrown into the pit earlier had been spared by him.
They could finally end their sinful lives and be born anew in the next life.
"Wah wah wah"
Seeing this, Jiang Ran pretended to wipe away imaginary tears, putting on a phony sob as he made whining crying sounds.
He only cried for less than a minute.
He raised the flashlight and shone it toward the concrete mixer truck with its rear facing him.
All the cement from that truck had already been poured into the pit, so the truck was empty.
He walked to the front of the truck and opened the door; the cab was empty.
No one was inside.
He climbed into the driver's seat.
He saw the keys still in the ignition. Then he looked at the passenger seat.
There was a suitcase on that seat.
The suitcase had no lock; he opened it.
Inside was a mask.
It was a Jason mask.
White base color, with many holes across the surface, and above the space between the eyeholes was a red upside-down triangle pattern.
Jason, originating from the American horror film series Friday the 13th, is an undead murderer.
Extremely well-known.
Belongs to the most famous category of horror movie villains.
World famous.
Besides the hockey mask, the suitcase also contained a cleaver with a sharpened edge.
Incredibly sharp.
It looked like something belonging to one of the deranged criminals, one of the deranged serial killers Jiang Ran had encountered tonight.
"Now it's mine."
Jiang Ran picked up the mask and put it on his face.
He kept twisting his neck, turned the car key, and deliberately put on a deep, hoarse voice:
"I'm here, boys!!!!"
…
It was nearly 10 PM now.
Bar Street in Aisen Town was already bustling.
After all, there wasn't much entertainment in this little town at night.
This place was the only fun.
Here, men and women lived to excess and let themselves go completely.
On the second floor of one of the bars on this street was a booth.
Liu Baobao and a few others sat there, still shaken and unsettled.
There were four of them in total.
They were the four people from that factory building at the abandoned steel mill, excluding Manager Xiao Zhang.
These four were Liu Baobao, the young Asian man, the middle-aged white woman who had given Lucas his work clothes, and a black man in his thirties.
None of the four knew that Gates had used kite string to slit Jiang Ran's throat, because Gates had never told them.
So when they saw Manager Xiao Zhang get brutally killed, they were terrified and fled.
They rode motorcycles all the way to this bar in Aisen Town and hid on the second floor.
Originally this booth had been reserved long ago, waiting for them to finish off Jiang Ran so they could celebrate and unwind that night, and maybe play the claw machine in the bar.
Unexpectedly, it became a refuge.
"Hiding here should be fine, right?" (All four spoke in English with each other)
Liu Baobao sat at the edge of the booth, her voice still trembling.
She quickly grabbed a bottle on the table, poured herself a drink, and gulped it down to calm her nerves.
The young Asian man wiped his brow, where sweat had broken out in dense beads. "It's fine, it's definitely fine. We lost him outside the factory. He couldn't keep up with us, so he doesn't know we came here."
"Besides, even if he knew we were here, he couldn't do anything to us. Look how many people are here."
The black man among the four was also badly frightened, his gaze darting left and right, and down to the first floor where, under the pounding music, young men and women were shimmying and dancing wildly.
Seeing the familiar scene and hearing the brainwashing music gradually calmed his racing heart stirred by fear.
After a long while, as his head cleared, he realized he had escaped with his life.
"What do we do now? With Xiao Zhang plus the five who guarded the pit, six people died tonight. Should we go after him too? Or just hand him to the police."
Compared to the other three, the middle-aged white woman who had given Lucas his work clothes was noticeably more composed.
She fished a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.
She lit one, smoke curling up.
"I don't know. I'll message Gates and ask."
Liu Baobao took out her phone, holding her Fruit Phone in both hands, the device jittering in her grip.
She still hadn't fully calmed down.
The young Asian man downed more liquor from the bottle on the table as he spoke, "We'd better not go anywhere these days. Avoid Jiang Ran if we can. He saw our faces—if we run into him again, I don't think we'll live."
The others didn't speak; they probably all felt the same.
"Too bad about Xiao Zhang. I didn't think he couldn't finish Jiang Ran."
The middle-aged white woman sighed heavily.
Although Manager Xiao Zhang hadn't been in Aisen Town long, he had quickly climbed to a position where his voice carried weight among them.
You could tell from the last Gates meeting.
If he were just some fringe figure, no one would indulge him in rambling on.
So that showed Manager Xiao Zhang's skill level was high.
For example, she had once seen him dressed as the chainsaw murderer.
He chased the lab rats who had come to Aisen Town before and hacked at them.
Extremely brutal and bloody.
No mercy at all, completely reveling in the thrill of killing, a bona fide murderous psychopath.
Because of that, this middle-aged white woman had been attracted to men like Manager Xiao Zhang.
They had several intimate encounters; they were casual bed partners.
Now that Manager Xiao Zhang was dead, she felt a bit lonely.
"Has the boss replied?"
The young Asian man asked Liu Baobao; she glanced at her phone and shook her head.
He became restless.
Not knowing what else to do, he kept drinking silently.
Liu Baobao, meanwhile, leaned on the second-floor railing, peering downward and taking deep breaths to steady herself.
"It's fine, it's fine. He's just one lab rat, right? If we can't deal with him, we'll just hand him to the police to be sealed away."
She muttered to console herself.
Suddenly she heard an inexplicable scream, but because the bar was so loud, she ignored it.
Then with a thunderous crash, a massive concrete mixer truck barreled through the bar's front entrance.