Night fell.
Bill lay in bed, his lower body still in excruciating pain. Thoughts of that damned masked wack filled his eyes with endless hatred.
That masked wack had shattered his nether region, robbing him of his manhood.
Although Bill had still brutally murdered the female university student, it did nothing to lessen his hatred. He could have clearly raped that damned bitch before killing her.
Because of the murder, the good job his boss had promised was gone, replaced by help fleeing – and that was only because of his past contributions.
If it had been anyone else, the Crocodile Gang would have abandoned him long ago.
Bill slowly stood up, preparing to pour himself a glass of water. "Damn it! That hateful bitch!"
Walking pulled at his already injured lower body, exacerbating the pain. Because of his injury, dealing with Mia had taken a great deal of effort.
After the previous incident, she had become much more cautious, going home early every day. If Bill hadn't caught her when she went to the restroom on her way, he wouldn't have known how long he'd have to wait to vent his anger.
Even so, Bill was injured by her, his already vulnerable lower body taking a hit. She ambushed him when he brought her back, intending to 'take care' of her, and he almost let her escape.
Following this, Bill, in a fit of rage, directly hammered her head. Poor Mia died after a few blows.
Bill, who had originally wanted to thoroughly humiliate her, didn't get his way and ended up venting his anger on Mia's corpse.
Thinking of this, Bill couldn't help but let out a sinister chuckle: "Hehehe, hahaha, that lowly bitch, didn't she still end up in my hands recently?"
"Even at death, she kept mumbling about some Mr. Ghost. That hateful masked bastard couldn't save her either."
"Once I recover, that damned bastard won't escape either, hahahaha."
After muttering to himself, Bill burst into laughter again, as if he had already trampled the ghost underfoot.
He didn't notice a black figure sitting on the sofa in the corner.
That dark figure's gaze had been fixed on him since he started talking, and as he spoke to himself, that gaze grew colder and more chilling.
Bill, having finished his water, turned around and rubbed his eyes, a little puzzled. He thought he had seen someone sitting on the sofa.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the cup in Bill's hand fell to the floor and shattered. He himself was suddenly entangled by a black rope around his neck and hoisted into the air.
The sensation of suffocation and the will to survive made his hands desperately claw at the black rope around his neck, and his feet thrashed wildly in the air, hoping to find something to step on and save his life.
A demonic figure emerged from the darkness, his pale eyes fixed on Bill, who was flailing in the air.
Only then did Bill see that the so-called black rope actually extended from behind the figure, waving like an octopus's tentacles.
As the figure appeared, a hoarse voice also sounded: "I think I heard you calling me. Are you impatient to receive the judgment of the ghost?"
Bill, struggling in the air, couldn't answer Meng Ran's question. His eyes had rolled back, and he was close to suffocation.
Even the strength of his flailing hands had weakened considerably. Undoubtedly, he was on the verge of being strangled to death.
The black rope around Bill's neck loosened just as he was about to suffocate. After falling to the ground, he quickly clutched his neck and gasped for air.
Heavy breathing echoed in the dark room, like an overworked bellows, huffing and puffing while emitting creaking groans.
Before Bill could take a few more breaths of fresh air, he was impaled to the wall by several black tentacles.
Incredibly, the soft tentacles had, in that moment, transformed into the sharpest spears.
Bill's limbs were all pierced. Intense pain replaced the earlier feeling of suffocation. His face was covered in cold sweat as he looked fearfully at the chilling, demonic face that had suddenly pressed close to his own.
The ghost's face was hidden within his hood. Those pale, elongated eyes emitted a cold gaze. Bill could even see his own distorted face reflected in them.
At this moment, Bill's eyes were filled with terror. In this instant, Meng Ran felt immense satisfaction.
Yes, this is how it should be: bring fear to every criminal, so that innocent people are not harmed by these scumbags.
"Now, Mr. Bill, let me look into your mind. I promise this will be an experience you've never had before. To be honest, it's my first time too. May Brother Cheng bless me, and let me succeed on my first try." The hoarse voice, carrying cruelly demonic words, drilled into Bill's ears.
Bill shook his head, the only part of his body he could move, continuously muttering, "No! God! No!" He actually hoped to beg for mercy to make the ghost stop his judgment.
"Scream all you want. You won't have another chance to make a sound."
No sooner had he spoken than another black tentacle extended from Meng Ran, directly penetrating Bill's mouth and twisting its way deeper into his brain.
As Bill made muffled sounds, information transmitted by the venom flashed through Meng Ran's mind. He was reading Bill's brain, and soon, he had understood all of Bill's information.
After reading the information, Meng Ran also saw Mia's last moments and heard her dying whispers.
At that time, she was still calling out to the ghost, hoping someone would save her from hell, just like last time.
But this time, no one heard her call, and she was not saved, only ending her short life under Bill's cold hammer.
Meng Ran's heart was once again filled with guilt and regret, which then turned into anger.
The colorful tentacle in Bill's mouth had retracted. He was already somewhat disoriented.
Seeing this, Meng Ran exchanged a healing potion from the system store and placed it in Bill's mouth. As the medicine took effect, he immediately regained consciousness.
The conscious Bill almost fainted again from the pain, because at this moment, the black tentacles pinning his limbs had begun to rotate, constantly tearing at his body.
Under this intense pain, Bill was already on the verge of passing out again.
"Mr. Bill, it's still early, not time for bed yet. We still have many games to play." The ghost's voice echoed in Bill's ear again.
To properly entertain Bill, Meng Ran had specifically bought torture skills from the store. This was just the beginning; he couldn't pass out yet.
Stars dotted the night sky, and the bright, soft moonlight glowed. If not for the occasional screams breaking the tranquility, this would surely have been a peaceful and beautiful scene.
Bill would never have imagined that the sanctuary he had found for himself would become his final tomb. In this remote place, no matter how loud his screams, no one would hear them.
It was deep into the night when the screams, which had lasted for most of it, finally ceased.
Bill's phone rang, emitting a piercing beep in the dark night. A pair of blood-stained hands picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.
A deep male voice came through the receiver: "Bill, the boat has been arranged. Pack your things now, be at the location in an hour."
"Once the boat docks, you're on your own. From now on, you're no longer part of the Crocodile Gang. Understand?"
The man waited for a long time without Bill's reply. A moment later, his voice sounded again, but this time with an added touch of impatience to its depth: "Damn Bill, why aren't you speaking? Are you messing with me?"
Bill would have liked to speak, if he were still alive, or if his shattered organs could still form a vocal cord capable of producing sound.
"Bill has gone to hell. He probably can't take the boat, sir." Meng Ran's hoarse voice transmitted through the phone.
Hearing his voice, the other end of the line fell silent.
After a while, the voice finally spoke again: "Who are you?"
Meng Ran smiled at the question, but his voice, distorted by the voice changer, became both eerie and terrifying: "You will know who I am, sir, because soon, I will personally judge you too."
With that, without waiting for any further response from the man, Meng Ran hung up the phone.
He took a deep breath. The air was thick with the sickening smell of blood.
Today was Meng Ran's first time killing someone, and with such brutal methods. Throughout the process, he had felt nauseous and wanted to vomit countless times.
But whenever he had such thoughts, he remembered Mia, that poor, innocent girl.
And so, he gave his clumsy first time to the now shattered Bill.
After completing everything and leaving some things behind, Meng Ran closed the room door, then left the house, quickly disappearing into the night.
Meng Ran, nearing home, took out the deodorizer he had just bought from the system store. He first sprayed his entire body from every angle, then, after removing his battle suit, sprayed again.
After this process, the smell of blood, which had seemed to penetrate his pores, vanished.
Meng Ran returned to his room, washed up, and lay in bed. He thought of Mia again.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you. The person who killed you has been judged. I hope you can rest in peace."
Although Bill had been punished, Meng Ran still couldn't sleep, so he just stared blankly at the ceiling all night.