Bundy only targeted young women.
But he wasn't like that—anyone who caught his fancy became a target.
Secondly, Bundy's methods with women were far too brutal.
He'd kill them outright, and even torture them to death.
Not him—he knew how to cherish beauty!
"However, having a guy like that in the apartment building would just be ruining my future backups, wouldn't it?"
Zhang Yao didn't want the beauties of this apartment complex to be ruined by that foreign bastard.
Especially that stunning woman he'd seen in Room 303 of Building No. 1.
Therefore, if anyone was going to ruin them, it would only be him.
"No way, I need to head downstairs and take a look. Got to catch that bastard early."
Seeing that Lei Xiaoman was still fast asleep, Zhang Yao quietly slipped out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs.
He reached the first floor of Building No. 2 but didn't see anyone there.
So he went to the first floor of Building No. 1, and from a distance, he spotted three people inside the management office.
He strode over briskly.
Once he got there, he stood right at the window across from them, poked his head in, and grinned:
"Hey, manager, has that deranged serial killer named Bundy been caught yet?"
Manager Wu Meiling and the other two were all scrolling through their phones, heads down. Hearing this, she looked up.
She stared at Zhang Yao's face for a good long while, as if trying to remember who he was.
Then she shook her head: "No."
Yang Qi also looked up, eyeing Zhang Yao. He didn't recognize him.
As for Zeng Yan, he raised his head to look at Zhang Yao. First glance, normal. Second glance, his brow furrowed. Third glance, his brow smoothed out completely!
His previously calm expression suddenly shifted like a tsunami descending!
He pointed at Zhang Yao excitedly and shouted loudly: "Yang Qi! And manager! That's him!!! The one who dropped off the suitcase with the male corpse yesterday afternoon!!!"
Zeng Yan's sudden outburst stunned the other three people on the scene.
Especially Zhang Yao...
Wait, buddy, what the hell? Dumping a corpse? You saw me dumping a corpse yesterday?
After dumping the corpse yesterday afternoon, Zhang Yao had gone straight to pursuing Lei Xiaoman. How was he supposed to know someone had seen him dropping off the suitcase with the body and had called the police?
But he reacted quickly: "Dumping a suitcase with a corpse? Are you out of your mind?"
Zeng Yan stood up and scrutinized Zhang Yao's face more carefully, becoming even more certain: "No mistake! It's you! I couldn't be wrong!!!!"
Zhang Yao was cursing in his heart but kept a smile on his face: "Comrade, you sure know how to joke."
Internally, Zhang Yao had already decided to kill Zeng Yan.
But given the current situation, he couldn't act on it right then.
And now, the situation was deadlocked.
Zeng Yan was certain he hadn't misjudged, but Zhang Yao refused to admit that the person Zeng Yan saw yesterday was him.
"I'll call the police to come. Once they check the fingerprints on the suitcase and compare them to yours, we'll know if it was you."
Zeng Yan pulled out his phone and decided to call the police.
The phone came out of his pants pocket, touched the ample air, was gripped by his hand, cut through the air, and came to rest at chest level.
Zeng Yan dialed 110.
While he was making the call, Zhang Yao just sighed: "Fine, I won't leave. Let the police prove my innocence."
Zhang Yao seemed genuinely unflustered.
Soon, the police arrived.
After they arrived, they took Zhang Yao's fingerprints.
Zeng Yan asked the police how long it would take to get the results.
Zeng Yan felt that until the results came out, he absolutely had to keep an eye on this guy named Zhang Yao—there was no way he was letting him escape!!!
Then the police officer dropped a bombshell: "The results are already out."
Zeng Yan was dumbfounded: "Then, what are the results?"
The police officer replied:
"They're not a match. This person named Zhang Yao has fingerprints that are completely different from the ones we collected from the suitcase yesterday."
Zeng Yan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then furrowed his brow and stared at Zhang Yao.
Zhang Yao let him stare, a smile still on his face.
Zeng Yan looked at the police officer, then back at Zhang Yao.
He was deeply suspicious: "Impossible! My eyesight is excellent, there's no way I misjudged that!!!"
Zhang Yao sneered inwardly. Thank goodness he'd kept his old habit from the outside world—when doing this kind of thing, he always wore thin film gloves or wiped his fingerprints clean beforehand.
Otherwise, today he really would have been caught.
Of course, Zeng Yan hadn't given up. He turned back to ask the police officer: "When you compare fingerprints, is there any chance of error? Or omission?"
The police officer shook his head: "It's not like the old days anymore. We collect the prints here, enter them electronically, and send them to our colleagues at the station. It's done in minutes, absolutely no errors or omissions."
"Alright, we'll be going now. If there's any other information, report it to us."
The two police officers left.
After they were gone.
Zhang Yao smiled amiably and said: "See? I told you it wasn't me. I think you must have been mistaken. That guy just looked a lot like me."
Zeng Yan scratched his head: "Is that so?"
"Zhang Yao, did you just come here to ask if Bundy had been caught?"
At this point, Yang Qi spoke up.
Zhang Yao said: "Yeah, if he's been caught, great. But if not, I want to join you guys to catch him together."
Faced with someone suddenly offering to team up.
Yang Qi looked to the other two for their opinion.
Zeng Yan was still confused. Had he really been mistaken? Were the two just similar-looking?
As for Manager Wu Meiling, although she had no idea what Zhang Yao was really up to, she still nodded at Yang Qi, signaling that they should let him join. After all, more people meant more strength.
And just like that, Zhang Yao successfully joined their group.
After joining, Zhang Yao pulled a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
He chewed on it and asked:
"So, do you guys have any specific plan for catching Bundy next?"
Yang Qi shook his head: "No specific plan. We're just waiting for the right moment."
Zhang Yao offered a suggestion: "That won't do! This 'waiting by the tree for a rabbit' strategy is a total waste of time."
"Besides, haven't you guys realized that Bundy is also a resident here? When you sent the wanted notice in the group chat for everyone to be careful, didn't he see it too?"
Zeng Yan apparently hadn't thought of that. He turned to look at Manager Wu Meiling: "Manager, what Zhang Yao said makes sense! We need to kick Bundy out of the group chat right now!!! Otherwise, if he's always in the group, won't he get firsthand access to all our information?!"
Manager Wu Meiling pulled out her phone: "Fine."
Normally, the only people they kicked out of the group were those who had died or been eliminated as residents.
For someone still alive, under normal circumstances, the manager couldn't just arbitrarily kick them out.
Unless a lab rat specifically requested it.
It was the same principle as lab rats calling the police to come and arrest someone.
Bundy was kicked out.
After he was kicked out.
Yang Qi asked: "What's next?"
Zhang Yao said: "Next, we need to figure out whether Bundy is inside the apartment building or outside."
"Let's assume he's hiding inside the building."
"So, where is he hiding?"
"That's what we need to search for."
Yang Qi looked skeptical: "Oh... so you're still just telling us to go search everywhere for him?"
