Ying Haijun said, "If you truly didn't know someone like me beforehand, yet can understand me so well and speak of that serial killer who even within our criminal investigator ranks is considered unbelievable... then you are no ordinary person. I believe you must have clues about that individual."

Jiang Ran said, "I do have clues. But, why should I provide them to you?"

"Uh..."

Ying Haijun's left hand continuously rubbed against the black steering wheel. This was likely his habitual action when thinking.

He said, "Wait until I catch this serial killer..."

Suddenly, Ying Haijun fell silent.

An inexplicable quiet descended inside the car.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

After asking this question, Jiang Ran also suddenly realized something. He sneered coldly, "Don't tell me you suspect I am actually that serial killer?"

A gulp sound of swallowing saliva. Ying Haijun seemed to be responding.

"No, I don't think you're him. Because you're not even an employee there, and I just asked that girl named Xiao An with my phone—you've only been at their gym for a few days and don't even know all the people yet."

"To be honest, these past few years, I've really been in a daze."

His body slumped wearily into the seat.

"I always feel that serial killer has already noticed someone is investigating him, so he's released many red herrings. And his decoys are very successful—every time they leave me completely lost and disoriented."

Jiang Ran reached out his hand, asking Ying Haijun for his phone.

An extremely sudden move.

Ying Haijun handed his phone to him.

Jiang Ran searched through the photos of the employee roster he had taken, finally stopping on one particular photo. He saved it, then opened the voice recorder app.

After that, Jiang Ran's mouth described a person's physical appearance and characteristics.

Then, he returned the phone to Ying Haijun.

"I hope you can catch him."

Jiang Ran left only this sentence before pushing open the car door and disappearing from Ying Haijun's sight.

Ying Haijun stared at the retreating figure of Jiang Ran and the clues left for him. This tough, iron-willed man inexplicably felt a sting in the corner of his eye.

After so many years, this was the first time someone had believed in him so much, their thoughts walking the same path as his.

...

Naturally, what he gave was the physical description of that new coach.

Jiang Ran wasn't particularly interested in whether Ying Haijun could catch that serial killer; he just wanted to steer things in a more interesting direction.

...

A villa within a villa complex in Nancheng City.

This villa, from the outside, looked largely similar to the other villas in the complex. The only difference was the abundance of flowers and plants surrounding it, both in front and back.

The male owner of this villa—Gu Bei—was eating lunch in the first-floor dining room.

His lunch was specially prepared by a renowned chef hired to cook at home.

As for the ingredients, almost all were imported.

Including Gu Bei's favorite Coca-Cola, also imported from abroad.

It could be said that the amount of money he spent on three meals a day was unimaginable for ordinary salaried workers.

Of course, if he posted his daily meals online, one wonders if it would attract some people's curses.

For example: "You yellow-skinned, white-hearted dog, even your cola has to be foreign?!"

"Does your nail clipper have to be foreign too? Can't you use domestic ones?!"

Of course, Gu Bei wasn't so idle as to post his daily life online.

Returning to the point of eating. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Gu Bei had a particular quirk different from others—he disliked eating while playing with his phone or watching TV. When eating, he focused solely on eating.

But today, he broke his own unwritten rule.

He was eating while looking at his phone.

"Dammit, dammit! This Black Software! Really damn it!"

"Clearly, back then there was no such so-called rule, but now this rule has popped up—the one that says if all the live stream rooms in your hands get cut, you'll face death."

"And you can't even quit the so-called game producer identity!"

This was the rule he had discussed last time with Xue Baoyu and Joker.

Today, it finally appeared on Black Software.

Of course, only they, the game producers, could see it.

And precisely because of this, this suddenly emerging rule should make all game producers break out in a cold sweat.

Especially those who, after becoming game producers, worked only sporadically—three days fishing, two days drying nets.

Those who became one just out of curiosity.

Those who currently don't have a single qualified game live stream room in their hands.

Or those with five-minute enthusiasm who created a game live stream room but later neglected it, completely forgetting about it.

They are truly screwed.

Gu Bei definitely wasn't in this category.

However, this suddenly emerging rule also extremely constrained him.

After all, what if in the future he no longer wanted to do this? Wouldn't he be unable to quit either?

Have to do it for a lifetime?

No life if he doesn't do it?

For wealthy people like Gu Bei, the most precious thing is definitely life.

After all, their living and ordinary people's living are completely different.

Their living is a life of luxury and enjoyment.

Ordinary people live a life of toiling like beasts of burden, working extremely hard.

If you interviewed 100 wealthy people and 100 ordinary people, asking them if they could now leave this world painlessly, which side do you think would have more people wanting to leave this world painlessly?

"There should be resistance. Although I'm not clear how many game producers there are or how many are currently judged as unqualified, there's definitely a batch of people who will resist this rule together."

"After all, those who can become game producers are no ordinary people."

"There should already be someone taking the lead now. I also need to fight for myself. To make this rule that threatens me completely disappear."

What makes Gu Bei most different from many people is that his first thought about anything is to rely on himself.

Not to place hope on others, on those vague, uncertain people.

If you don't fight for your own interests, who else will?

Therefore, if there's a collective resisting this rule of Black Software, he will definitely participate.

He absolutely won't stand by idly.

Thinking this way, he had already used his phone to contact all the game producers he knew, preparing to arrange a time with these people to meet, to discuss this matter together.

...

Round 30, Day 4, a little past 1 PM.

Nancheng City Vocational and Technical College.

This is a college for specialized training.

Although among all such colleges nationwide, this one ranks within the top 100, it is still ultimately just a college.

It might be like carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Even if you're one of the 100 carp closest to the dragon gate, you're still just a carp in the end.

The lab rat, Liu Xiao, is a student at this school.

She studies nursing.

To speak from the heart, Liu Xiao doesn't like this major.

In fact, when filling out her college application, she had no idea what to choose.

Choosing what she liked? After looking around, with her scores, she couldn't get into those programs.

She could only follow the crowd, seeing what majors her female classmates were choosing, and then applying for some major that didn't require high scores.