Reborn as a Supervisor

"A powerful man who wore a mask so his face could not be seen killed countless people in the city by himself."

"Once he finds you, there is no chance of survival. No matter how you answer his questions, he will not be satisfied."

"What's even more terrifying is that no one can remember any of his features through his mask. All the eyewitness evidence is what he did, but no one can tell what he looks like."

"During that time, there was also an incident in the southern part of the city where a middle finger was nearly broken in half. According to rumors, it was also the work of the 'Masked Killer'."

"He didn't care whether they were fathers with families or pregnant mothers, he killed everyone without hesitation."

Mi Rong recounted the various crimes committed by the "Masked Killer", many of which were stories that were familiar to everyone.

Chen Fan remained silent. Mi Rong thought she had said something wrong again. Her originally endless voice stopped and the scene was dead silent.

"..."

"..."

"What's wrong? You look so thoughtful."

There was only one fool present, but even a fool could hear the problem. Roland was about to speak with a glimmer of hope, but Angela spoke first.

"Come to think of it, I've read a similar story, but the protagonist in the story wasn't called the 'Masked Killer'."

"After all, as a famous person, there must be many people who use him as a prototype to create some works~"

"Some remakes give him other names, but 'The Masked Killer' is the most widely used one."

What Mi Rong said was actually correct, because the class gap in the city was very serious and the speed of information transmission was even more astonishing. It was already remarkable for ordinary people to know that there was a guy called "Masked Killer".

Perhaps only the guys living in the "nest" can know more specific things. As for whether the people in the back alley live or die, what does it have to do with them?

After all, the so-called "Masked Killer" is just a madman who can't get the right to live in the "Nest" and poses no threat to them at all.

"You mean... the Masked Killer was a powerful guy who used to be active in the southern part of the city, wearing a mask, whose face could not be seen clearly and whose image could not be remembered?"

"Why does it sound so familiar... What do you think, Roland?"

Chen Fan looked at Roland with disdain, as if he was conveying some kind of message.

"I don't know. I don't know. I really don't know."

Roland refused to admit it. It was impossible for him to admit this "dark history". What did the "Masked Killer" do to him?

Seeing that Roland refused to admit it, Chen Fan did not continue to question him. After all, he would definitely not be able to escape the fun he wanted to see.

Mi Rong clapped her hands to draw their attention back to her, then spoke.

"Okay, you two, let's take a look at the version I shot, shall we?"

"Mi Rong, are you sure this is a horror movie?"

"Hmm? Why do you ask?"

"No... start playing."

Mi Rong was puzzled. Chen Fan always said things that she couldn't understand. This feeling was really uncomfortable. She really wanted to get to know Chen Fan better and see what kind of person he was.

But the most important thing now is to watch movies.

……

That day, a mysterious killer appeared in the city.

Wherever he passed, corpses were everywhere, and wherever he went, there were cries of hell.

The world of countless people was shattered.

"I'll tear you to pieces the moment you move a finger."

"Don't kill me, I don't know anything!"

A man with a funny face knelt down and begged, saying that he was staying well in his own home, but he didn't know how he had offended this killer.

"I admit...I shouldn't impose my own aesthetics on others."

"But you know what I mean... It doesn't matter what happens to those who discriminate against my aesthetics."

The man was explaining himself to himself, as if he thought the "Masked Killer" was an internet user who was looking for him to settle the score.

"So? You don't know anything."

"Of course! Please…"

"There are still more than a dozen wives and daughters in my computer waiting for me to support them..."

The masked killer had just put down his weapon and thought for a long time after hearing this.

"……nausea."

The man with the funny face fell down just like that, and he still had a dozen wives and daughters in his computer waiting to be adopted.

The scene changes to a familiar yet unfamiliar laboratory, where a cyborg doctor is fiddling with a pile of meat.

"It's almost done... I'm almost there to save my father."

"The materials here are all employees who died while working..."

"So you don't know either."

"That's it! I don't know what you're talking about."

Without saying a word, he broke into his own laboratory, seriously injured himself, and wanted to kill his "father".

After seeing his father turned into "dumpling filling", the cyborg doctor completely gave up and now just wants to survive.

"Please...let me go."

"Please, I have a family—"

"And what I hate most is people like you who try to save happiness!"

The cyborg doctor died and was chopped into dumpling filling.

The scene changed again, and this time I really didn’t recognize it.

"Damn it... He's just a lunatic, an ungrateful bastard..."

"How can I satisfy meow..."

The leader of the Lumaonos Group...this Lumao is serious, because the cats they are talking about are human beings.

"If you can provide me with information that satisfies me, you will naturally have a chance to survive."

"It's no use just saying you don't know. Come on, I know you must know something."

The masked killer just kept talking to himself and didn't say what he wanted to know.

"There's no need to cater to the blind man's venting. Everyone, keep quiet, meow..."

"Go ahead, it's up to you, meow~"

"You'd rather die than speak? What a pity, the clues are already here."

"That's what you want, a bunch of psychopaths who think they're cats."

As expected, the masked killer turned these "cat people" into "cat strips".

Countless people died by the sword.

There is no connection, just to vent my anger.

He killed anyone he didn't like, slaughtering them wantonly under the pretext of searching for clues.

I hate this city that has plunged me into despair and made more people experience the pain of losing everything.

"Thinking about actions and purposes no longer matters. I traded my soul to the vengeful demon."

"In that bottomless abyss, there was once a pure breath calling to me."

“But that’s no longer relevant to me.”

"My soul is in eternal agony."

"What walks in the city is just an empty body that keeps repeating the pain."