Still hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? I'll just go on a killing spree and looting!

Little deer.

This name is a contact name in Mu Xue's phone.

Even Qiang Ge's number was found in Mu Xue's phone contacts.

That silly girl, Mu Xue, even wrote a note for it...

"Little Deer." Qiang Ge seemed to remember such a person.

Her tone had also relaxed considerably. "What's the situation? How old are you? Do you have any photos?"

"Twenty. The photo... Can we meet first? Xiaolu said we can talk if we match in person. She said you're reliable."

The word "meet" made the other person hesitate again.

But Lin You added, "I really can't afford it this month. I'm half a month behind on the rent. Xiao Lu said you can pay first."

They mentioned Xiao Lu, that they could meet in person, and that they could pay in advance.

These three things combined brought Brother Qiang's vigilance to a minimum.

This can also be considered another form of introduction by acquaintances and friends.

Brother Qiang readily gave me the address. "Urban village, 10 PM tonight, let's meet at a bar."

"Brother Qiang, I urgently need money, could you..." Lin You didn't continue speaking, but instead perfectly portrayed the shyness of a desperate young girl.

"So eager?"

"...Brother Qiang, my card is overdue. If you don't pay me back soon...I don't know what to do..." Lin You's voice was already trembling with tears as she spoke.

Her face was only calm, as if she were someone whose soul had been possessed by another.

This time, Brother Qiang hesitated and remained silent for a long time.

Lin You knew what the other person was worried about, so she continued, "Brother Qiang, if it doesn't work, I'll ask my family for some."

Qiang Ge broke his silence and said, "Alright, I shouldn't do this according to the rules, but I'm a kind-hearted person and can't bear to see people who are desperate. Here's what we'll do: come to the Flower Art Community in the middle of Xiangzhang Road in half an hour. I'll wait for you there."

Lin You finally smiled and thanked Brother Qiang with great excitement.

It was a little after eight in the morning.

Lin You had arrived at the Flower Art Community and dialed the phone again.

This time, the phone rang for a long time before being answered, and Qiang Ge's voice came through.

"Have you arrived yet?"

"Okay, I'm at the main gate. Where do I go to see you now?"

"Building 7, Room 113. Are you alone?"

"How could I tell anyone about something like this?"

"Okay, come here."

After saying that, Brother Qiang hung up the phone.

Lin You knew that Brother Qiang was watching her from somewhere, but she couldn't look around. Brother Qiang would only see her if he was sure that she was really alone.

We found Building No. 7.

As Lin You went up the stairs, she lowered her head to cover her face with her hair, glancing at the surveillance cameras in the corridor out of the corner of her eye.

There is no surveillance.

Knock on the door.

The door opened.

A greasy, fat man stood in the doorway and sized her up.

Lin You lowered her head, clutching an old backpack in her hand, looking just like a nervous female college student.

He saw that her knuckles were white as she gripped the bag, and gave a lewd smile.

He had seen this kind of tension far too many times.

Every girl who comes for the first time is like this.

"Come in."

The door closed behind her.

Ten seconds later, the fat man knelt on the ground, with the gun pressed against the back of his head.

His mattress was flipped over to one side, underneath which were stacks of cash.

Around 70,000 to 80,000.

There was also some gold jewelry and several unopened new mobile phones.

Lin You used tape to tie him to the chair.

The pistol was placed in front of the fat man, its dark muzzle pointed at him.

Even without his hand gripping the weapon, the fat man's gaze never left the pistol.

The cash went into the backpack, but the valuable gold jewelry was left aside.

Lin You started rummaging around and pulled out tiny pinhole cameras from the corner of the TV cabinet. There were cameras in the bedroom, the kitchen, and even the toilet.

He tossed this pile of surveillance equipment onto the table.

It made a "thump" sound, causing the fat man's entire body of fat to tremble.

Lin You then spoke her first words since entering the house: "Who is your supplier?"

He gasped the moment the tape was ripped off, his voice trembling, "I don't have a supplier... I work alone..."

Lin You gave a cold laugh.

He grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed it directly into the fat man's thigh.

With his other hand, he picked up a rag of unknown purpose and covered the other person's mouth.

The fruit knife was stuck in the thigh flesh.

The fat man was trembling all over, making muffled sounds as if he were begging.

The blade pressed in another half inch, and beads of blood seeped from the wound, staining his trousers a crimson red.

Immediately afterwards, Lin You smelled the stench of urine.

Lin You looked into the fat man's terrified eyes and said, word by word, "If you scream, next time I'll cut your carotid artery."

The fat man nodded frantically, as if he would die if he hesitated even for a moment.

Lin You released the towel covering the fat man, but the fruit knife was still stuck in his thigh.

As the fat man trembled, the knife handle shook incessantly.

"Sister Song. It's Sister Song!" he almost shouted, then realized he was shouting too loudly and lowered his voice.

Her voice became urgent and fragmented, "Don't go looking for her, she'll kill me if you do. You don't know her, she's not someone you can mess with."

Lin You coldly said, "Address."

He gave an address and a password.

The secret code to the exclusive elevator.

He has to go there to pay his fees every month, and the password changes every month; he just got his new password this month.

Then the fat man cried and said something unnecessary, "She's home tonight. Tonight's the day to collect debts, all the money is there."

Lin You looked at the swaying knife hilt and said to the fat man with a smile, "You didn't see me today. You got ripped off by your competitors and your money was stolen. You didn't even see my face clearly."

The fat man nodded frantically, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Lin You nodded in satisfaction, looking at the fat man's sweaty face, and said, "I'll pass on Tiger's message to you: if you choose the wrong one, someone will die."

The fat man trembled even more violently.

He's not a stupid person, otherwise he wouldn't have been in this line of work for so long.

Of course, he's not a kind person either.

One sentence is all it takes to tell you that the woman in front of you is the one who killed Tiger.

The perpetrator of that massive shooting murder case.

A ruthless killer who doesn't blink an eye!

The fat man didn't dare call the police because the officers still hadn't caught her.

Even if he calls the police, what can he do?

He said he did these illegal things, and then someone came knocking on his door?

One option is to go to jail, the other is to shut up.

The fat man knew what he had to choose; if he was going to betray, he would choose complete betrayal.

The fat man hurriedly said, "Don't kill me! I know everything about Sister Song. Just don't kill me, and I'll tell you everything."

Lin You, who had just stood up to leave, paused slightly.

"You're a smart person; you know what I'm trying to do. I assure you, this is something only you and I know. I avoided all surveillance cameras when I came here. There aren't any other surveillance cameras in this building besides your place, are there?"

The fat man nodded frantically, revealing everything about Sister Song.

Sister Song.

He's a top-level operator in the outer circle of Z City, managing seven or eight middlemen like Fatty, specializing in high-end escort brokerage.

The client list includes real estate developers, law firm partners, and private factory owners.

She doesn't live in an urban village; she lives in the Rose Garden residential complex in the south of the city.

The top-floor duplex has a separate access control system that uses both card swipes and a password.

On the collection day after the middle of each month, the middlemen would come to her door to deliver cash, which she would then collect and launder through underground banks.

The fat man's tone was a mixture of hatred and an indescribable, complex emotion. "That woman had amassed a lot of money and had some shady dealings with the people in power. A friend of mine was also a middleman, just like me. He was hacked to death in his home because he wanted to quit his life of crime; his head was right next to the safe."

"Who is that friend to you?"

The fat man was silent for a moment, the viciousness on his face fading and replaced by sadness. "That's my brother, my only family. We're both orphans, and we grew up together."

As he spoke, a tear rolled down the fat man's cheek. The knife pierced his flesh, and he was terrified, but he didn't cry.

In some ways, he's a tough guy.

Tears welled up in the fat man's eyes, forming streaks on his face, but he didn't cry; instead, he spoke with rage.

"I know there's no good end to this line of work; it'll definitely lead to hell. But I don't want my brother to end up like me. He's very smart and ambitious... he got into a prestigious university, majoring in accounting and finance..."

As he spoke, the fat man's teeth chattered. "After Sister Song found out about this, she wanted a professional accountant. So behind my back, she arranged for my brother to become an accountant... Later, when I found out... she made my brother quit... It was me, it was me... who killed him."

As he spoke, the fat man began to twitch uncontrollably, ignoring even the knife stuck in his thigh.

"This is probably karma."

The fat man said, trembling, "I know, but I just hate it, I hate this world, I hate everything."

Lin You patted the fat man on the shoulder and said with a half-smile, "Perhaps... you'll be able to witness the destruction of this world."

The fat man finally calmed down, his body stopped trembling, and he chuckled hoarsely, "I couldn't ask for more."

After a pause, the fat man continued, "She has a list. A list of all the clients and girls, with photos and videos. That's how she controls people. If she gets the chance, she'll make those girls... Never mind, I'm a bastard anyway. Give my regards to Sister Song."

As he spoke, the hatred on the fat man's face disappeared, replaced by an expression of relief.

He knew he was going to die today.

No matter how eloquently someone speaks, a ruthless man who has committed numerous murders with a gun will not be spared.

Rose Garden Residential Complex in the South of the City.

10:40 a.m.

Lin You wore a black hoodie that she had found in the fat man's closet, with the hood pulled up over her head, covering half of her face.

The elevator password is correct.

There was only one door on the top floor, without a peephole. Warm yellow light and soft music emanated from the gap under the door.