"What? You said someone saw Bundy near the swimming pool?!"
After Jiang Ran finished the call, he jogged over to Building No. 2.
When he arrived at the bottom of the building.
Manager Wu Meiling, Yang Qi, Zeng Yan, and Zhang Yao were all waiting there.
Several of them were holding long mops.
When they saw Jiang Ran arrive, without even having time to explain, they all rushed straight toward the swimming pool.
The swimming pool within Alice Apartment's grounds wasn't very big.
Just a two-story building.
They had searched it before and hadn't seen Bundy or any trace of him.
When they entered the swimming pool facility, the first floor was empty, nothing at all, only the water in the pool rippling with blue waves.
"Huh? No one?"
They ran up to the second floor. After searching there for a while, it was even quieter than a mass grave.
"Did someone trick us?"
Jiang Ran asked, "Sister Wu, who gave you the tip?"
Manager Wu Meiling stared at her phone: "It's someone called Old Fang, also a resident. Oh, he says he's following Bundy now, and Bundy has already left the swimming pool. He's..."
...
Old Fang knew that this intelligence money wouldn't be easy to get. These people would only pay him once they caught the foreigner.
Otherwise, would you pay someone every time they spouted some random made-up tip?
So, Old Fang immediately chased after Bundy.
After Bundy grabbed his trendy Chinese-style fried rice, he left the swimming pool.
He decided to find another place to eat lunch.
He ended up at a small children's playground.
There were slides, seesaws, and things like that.
There was also a lookout tower.
He climbed up to this tower, which was only a little over three meters tall, and was just about to enjoy his fried rice.
But then, he saw that person he had spotted earlier gradually approaching him from a distance.
Suddenly, Bundy felt extremely uncomfortable all over.
He immediately climbed down from the lookout tower and tried to run somewhere else.
So, he ran from the children's playground all the way to the library.
But when he reached the library entrance, he looked back.
The person he had seen earlier was only a dozen or so meters away.
At that distance, he could also make out the person's face. It was just some old man.
He simply ran straight into the library.
After coming out from another exit of the library.
He saw that man who looked like an old man again outside the door.
And this time, he was only five or six meters away from him.
Furthermore, the old man was constantly sending voice messages on his phone.
Bundy finally stopped running. At the small side door of the library.
His two extraordinarily handsome eyebrows drew together like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge.
He asked the old man, "Why do you keep following me?"
The old man was none other than Old Fang.
Old Fang smiled. Whether it was intentional or just because he was audacious, he waved his phone and said, "The manager posted it in the group chat. Providing info on you means getting paid."
Bundy hadn't expected that someone would actually risk following him to provide information just for a bit of money.
"Is it worth it? The most you can get for providing info is thirty thousand yuan, which is only about forty-three hundred USD when converted."
Old Fang still wore that warm smile. "I know your country's currency is worth more. One dollar equals about seven yuan here."
"But you think it's a small amount? I certainly don't! If you could give me that much money, I'd leave immediately and stop following you."
Bundy frowned.
Money? He didn't have any.
Even though he was considered an elite serial killer by the outside world, one with high education and good looks.
The truth was, he was also a thief.
For example, once after a successful prison break, he lived in another state in America.
He stayed in an unoccupied house.
The furniture, the daily necessities, everything in that house—he had stolen it all.
So, his philosophy was that life didn't need money.
If he needed something, he would just steal it.
Let alone the fact that he had been eliminated and sent here.
He didn't have a single cent on him. If the Hua Country Alice Apartment hadn't given him his living expenses in advance this month, he would have been eating dirt.
He wouldn't even be able to order takeout.
So.
He placed the bag containing his trendy Chinese-style fried rice on the doorstep.
While saying, "Fine, I'll give you the money. But all I have on me is cash, and it's all USD. Converted, it's still about thirty thousand yuan."
He slowly approached Old Fang as he spoke.
Making a motion as if opening his jacket to pull out a wallet from his pocket, but what he was actually doing was pulling out his folding knife.
He thought he was very clever, but was Old Fang an idiot?
When Bundy started walking toward him, Old Fang had already begun backing away.
He simply wouldn't give Bundy the chance.
Bundy said, "Hey, why do you keep stepping back? How am I supposed to give you the money like this?"
Old Fang chuckled. "Young man, just take the money out and toss it over to me. Don't get so close to an old man like me. You foreigners have too much body odor; I can't stand it."
Bundy laughed dryly, surprised that this old man was so alert.
He simply pulled out the folding knife, flicked it open, and rushed at Old Fang, aiming for a lethal strike.
But Old Fang was crafty as a fox. He ran faster than a rabbit, and Bundy immediately lunged into empty air.
"Young man, don't try to play mind games with me. We have an old saying in Hua Country: I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. You can't outwit me."
Bundy let out a cold laugh. "Oh, really? Too bad I don't eat rice."
With that, he continued charging at Old Fang, but Old Fang just kept running.
Bundy was thirty-seven years old. He decided to rely on his youth to catch this old man who looked sixty or seventy.
His age advantage was right there.
But after chasing for a while, Bundy realized he was wrong.
He couldn't catch him. This old man was just too fast.
So, he turned around and ran in the opposite direction, hoping to shake Old Fang off.
But Old Fang was tricky; he was determined to earn that money!
When Bundy turned and ran, he turned and ran too.
Seeing this, Bundy suddenly spun around, trying to catch him with a counterattack.
But he still failed. No matter how fast Bundy was, Old Fang maintained a constant distance between them.
He wasn't falling for it at all.
"Damn it! Just as damnable as my maternal grandfather!!!"
Some American family environments really do drive people crazy and create psychological problems.
Whether it was Eileen before, or Bundy now.
Their childhoods were quite unfortunate.
Take Bundy, for example. His mother got pregnant as a teenager and didn't even know which man was the father.
Her family was conservative and religious, so such a scandal naturally had to be covered up.
Therefore, the maternal grandfather became his father, the maternal grandmother became his mother, and his actual mother became his sister.
His maternal grandparents had several other children.
They often bullied him, calling him a bastard.
Back then, he didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until later, when he learned the truth, that he completely broke down.
Perhaps that's also one of the reasons why he later specialized in killing young women.
But right now, Bundy had to face a problem.
He was in big trouble.
Because while he was being stalled, he saw several dark figures rapidly leaping into view in the distance.
