"Manager, do you think I'm a suspect?"

Jiang Ran himself didn't know why he asked such a question.

Over there, Manager Mao Li Zhishu was silent for a long time, not speaking.

He probably didn't expect the other party to ask something like this either.

He chuckled awkwardly and said, "How could that be? Do you have that capability? The killer directly broke in and wiped out the entire security team with sheer force."

"Then, is it possible that because I was fired this morning, I hired a hitman to come kill them to vent my anger?"

Manager Mao Li Zhishu, in the management office, stared at the telephone on the desk.

His brows were tightly furrowed. What was Jiang Ran trying to accomplish by asking him this kind of question?

Was he testing him? Or...

"How could that be? Just because you were ostracized, fired, and lost your job, you'd hire a killer to murder people?"

"It's impossible. First, not to mention where you could find such a powerful killer? And second, you were fired in the morning, found a killer by the afternoon, and had them come to Nancheng City to carry out the killings?"

"Alright, let me continue with what happened next!"

Jiang Ran asked, "There's more after that?"

The other side: "Yes, after the incident, I ran into you once and asked if you still wanted to continue being an assistant manager. You refused."

Jiang Ran: ...

Jiang Ran: "Um... can I still continue being an assistant manager?"

The other side: "Of course you can. I'm short-handed here and overwhelmed with work."

Jiang Ran: "Alright then. However, I'm injured now and need to take some time off."

The other side: "No problem."

The two exchanged some pleasantries for a while longer.

The call ended.

After hanging up, Jiang Ran felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

He rested at home for about an hour or so.

Then he left Alice Apartment, hailed a taxi, and went to Nancheng City's funeral service street.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Ran's appearance drew the attention of many shop owners and passersby on this street.

Mainly because Jiang Ran, wrapped up like a mummy, appearing here.

It was very easy for people to involuntarily conjure up a story.

For example, going out in a car with classmates or friends, getting into an accident, everyone dying except himself.

Then he comes here to buy some funeral items to burn for those deceased friends.

To commemorate them.

Jiang Ran's face, covered in bandages, his two eyes following his head as he looked left and right at the shops on both sides.

Finally, he chose a shop whose name looked relatively pleasing to the eye.

This funeral shop was called: Live Well in the Next Life.

The shop owner was an old man.

The old man was currently sitting inside the shop, hand-making paper gold ingots.

Hearing footsteps, the old man looked up, wanting to see who it was.

As a result, he saw a mummy blocking the sunlight at the doorway, startling him into a daze.

It wasn't until Jiang Ran spoke that he was jolted out of his shock.

"Hello, how much do these funeral items in your shop cost?"

Jiang Ran surveyed the shop.

He found that this shop had quite a variety of items.

Just for spirit money, he saw over ten different kinds.

There were ones from Hua Country here, ones from Cherry Blossom Country over there, ones from Korea, ones from America, and so on.

"Oh, depends on what you want to buy."

The old man looked at Jiang Ran and came over to greet him.

Just like everyone else on this street, Jiang Ran's mummy appearance also made him imagine a tragedy in his own mind.

"This, and this, and this, I'll take some of each!"

Jiang Ran pointed at a few items.

The old man told him the prices. Jiang Ran thought they were quite cheap, so he bought a bit more.

"Young man, who are you buying these for? Who are you commemorating?"

The old man asked.

"Oh, some colleagues."

The old man nodded: "In that case, you could buy some paper figures to burn for them, so they at least won't lack women to serve them down below."

Jiang Ran shook his head: "Forget it. With money, are you afraid of not having women? Just buying more spirit money is enough."

He bought two full large bags of spirit money, along with gold and silver ingots from this shop.

Carrying them, he left.

Fortunately, these were all paper products, not heavy.

Jiang Ran didn't return the way he came. Instead, he followed this street towards the exit on the other side.

As he walked, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

[Ding! Dangerous individual detected! Points +7! Points +7! Points +...]

Stopping in his tracks, Jiang Ran looked around in all directions.

There were still quite a few people nearby, so he couldn't determine exactly which person it was.

At this moment, Jiang Ran noticed a funeral shop on his left.

This funeral shop was run by a couple.

Both were around forty years old.

The man was wearing a down jacket, sitting behind a cash drawer inside the doorway, blowing on a heater, holding a phone in his right hand, chuckling happily while scrolling through TikTok.

The man wore glasses. Jiang Ran saw the reflection in his glasses was full of women dancing and such.

His wife, meanwhile, was setting up a rack at the shop entrance, drying sausages and other winter preserves that many households make.

His wife was quite thin, with a gaunt face and sallow complexion.

Although not quite skin and bones, it wasn't far off.

Her eyes were lifeless, her whole body exuding an air of exhaustion.

Jiang Ran shook his head and walked to the end of the street.

There weren't many people at the street end, but he noticed many missing person posters plastered there.

They were all for children a few years old.

And, to his surprise, the contacts listed on most of these missing children posters were all shops on this street.

Behind these missing person posters, Jiang Ran saw the contact person, phone number, and shop address.

"Do a lot of children go missing on this street?"

Jiang Ran muttered to himself.

...

He returned to Alice Apartment.

He returned to Room 304, Building No. 1.

He took out the cheapest iron pot from his home.

Then, behind Building No. 1, in a spot sheltered from the wind, he placed the iron pot on the concrete ground.

The two large bags of spirit money and other items were placed to the side. Then, he took some from inside and put them in the iron pot, lit some as kindling, and threw it into the pot.

Finally, it was just a continuous cycle of repeating, throwing the spirit money and other funeral items into the pot one by one.

As he threw them in, Jiang Ran said:

"Captain Gao, and the deceased brothers of the security team."

"These are all for you."

"When you get down there, live well. Don't come looking for revenge on me, because ultimately, I wasn't the one who killed you. So, don't come for me, absolutely don't come for me."

"Also, if you are reincarnated and reborn, and become security guards again in your next life, you must be responsible. You absolutely must not run faster than the residents!!!"

How many people have died in Alice Apartment?

No one has kept count.

But just think about it with your toes, it's definitely a lot.

However, burning spirit money for people who died here, this was truly an unprecedented first.

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Middle-aged Uncle: [This is definitely the main personality right now. After all, besides him, who could pull off such a heaven-defying operation as burning spirit money?]

Fairy Sister sent a crying-while-laughing emoji: [Yeah, burning spirit money, I'm dying of laughter. This is the first time I've ever seen someone burn spirit money here.]