"They were the axe-wielding thugs I had just seen in the ’dream’!"
They were all dead, and their deaths were incredibly grueso—all beheaded, with severed hands and feet scattered everywhere.
"Who did this? It can’t have been , could it? Could the dream I just had really have seeped into reality? Was I killing people in the dream?"
Xu Shu’s heart skipped a beat with horror.
But he quickly dismissed the possibility.
After all, he was clean, without a speck of blood on him!
Besides, even if he had acted in the dream, he hadn’t laid a finger on these weaklings.
"Good thing I didn’t go inside; otherwise, I’d never be able to clear my na, even if I jumped into the Yellow River!" Xu Shu thought to himself.
Then, without touching the door again, he quickly walked to the stairwell and made his way to the foyer.
"There’s no one in your supervisor’s room," Xu Shu said calmly.
Several security personnel looked Xu Shu over. One of them took the initiative and said, "Really? Let’s go take a look. Cut the nonsense, boys, get to work!"
With that, he threw down the crap hand of cards he was holding and, wearing an eager smile, went to the third door.
Upon seeing this, the others started cursing but reluctantly followed.
"Sister Qiangwei! Soone’s here to visit... uh."
The security personnel knocked on the door, but receiving no response and puzzled by the small hole in the door and the thick scent of blood wafting from inside, they hurriedly turned the doorknob.
Splat!
Two n rushed in and unexpectedly stepped on the fatty layer near the door, slipping and falling, sending blood and pieces of viscera splashing around them.
"What the...!"
"Ugh!"
"Dammit, what happened?"
"Where’s the Third Chief?"
"Quick, call for help! Sister Qiangwei’s been killed!"
As the door swung open, an intense, sickening sll of blood assaulted everyone’s nostrils, causing the security personnel to vomit one after another.
The sight of bodies everywhere turned their faces ashen; two of them covered their mouths and ran the other way.
Xu Shu noticed that this person did not run towards the other rooms in the hallway; instead, they sprinted downstairs.
Could it be that today, only one supervisor was doing business here?
He pondered this, pretending to exclaim, "Oh, what’s going on?" while peering into the room from the doorway, looking around.
With the security personnel as his alibi, he didn’t need to worry about taking the fall again.
After a brief observation of the ssy bodies, Xu Shu made an initial assessnt.
There were a total of 17 dead, their deaths horrifying and terrible, all of them dismbered.
But it’s worth ntioning that all their internal organs were missing; their abdons were cut open as if dissected, intestines present but no organs.
Fortunately, their heads had been moved but not taken away, so he could tentatively identify who they were.
Comparing the scene with the images he saw in his dream, Xu Shu identified the victims, including the Golden Treasure Mountain Mine thugs and male accountants, among others.
As for Sister Qiangwei being killed, as ntioned by the security personnel, he disagreed because he did not see her head at the scene.
Thus, for now, she could only be considered missing, not confird dead.
Besides, the three girls who were kidnapped were also nowhere to be found.
"So, are we saying the n were all killed and dismbered, their organs taken, while the female victims have gone missing?"
Xu Shu stroked his chin, nodding first but then imdiately shaking his head.
He couldn’t make such an assumption yet, as this was just a comparison with the "dream" he had been dragged into earlier.
And who knows whether what was in the "dream" was real or not?
The deceased on the floor indeed matched those in his dream, but the appearances of the three captured won, as well as that of the Third Chief Qiangwei, might not be true.
Deception is most effective when the truth is mixed with lies, a tactic Xu Shu often used himself; naturally, he wouldn’t easily fall for soone else’s trap.
Furthermore, he couldn’t find the person who had dragged him into the dream.
The scene was full of dead bodies, not a single survivor, so it seed likely that person had run off...
"Afraid to face , it seems they’re not adept at direct confrontations? I wonder how they managed to pull into that dream."
"Heh, realizing that my strength isn’t weak through the dream and then making the decision to retreat imdiately—is a very decisive move. It makes sense, but now it’ll be difficult to find them again... But then again, what’s it to ? I’m just a passerby looking to buy a ticket."
"Given the brutality and inhumanity of the attack, slaughtering and dissecting corpses, abducting won... Hiss, such thods are reminiscent of cultists wanting to perform sacrificial rituals..."
Xu Shu narrowed his eyes.
—As one who had recently experienced the destruction of District D8B3, losing his ho of over a decade, losing many acquaintances whose nas he knew, he judged all cultists without distinction.
If he encountered them, no matter which Evil God they worshipped, they must be eradicated!
That was the principle of loathing associated with hatred.
Although the "Golden Treasure Mountain Mine" was not any respectable gang and seed to engage in male dominance and female exploitation from what had been observed downstairs, they were nothing compared to the cultists, who deserved utter extermination.
Xu Shu felt the urge to deal a vicious blow.
However, he didn’t have the luxury of ti right now; his family still needed settling.
Thinking about this made him angry; now that the supervisors of Jin Baoshan were gone, what would happen to his ticket?
Xu Shu suddenly felt bewildered.
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