Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 799: Foreseeing Death

Chapter 799: Chapter 799: Foreseeing Death

The exhibition hall wasn’t very crowded, and at this time, not many people were interested in looking at paintings, so most of those present were players, with as many as ten surrounding Jiang Jiang.

"Miss Jiang Jiang, your paintings are truly magnificent," a portly middle-aged man gushing, refusing to let go of her hand, "Those who say your work lacks depth are the ones without depth. Your paintings are obviously full of compassion; you are like a deity in this world!"

His words were too much for the other players, and someone stepped forward to suggest he let go.

After reluctantly releasing her hand, the man pulled a young man closer, "This is my son, who has just become a player and he is your fan. Please, remember to sign a painting for him later!"

The young man looked at Jiang Jiang with slight excitement; Jiang Jiang smiled and nodded, uttering an "Excuse me" before moving on to converse with someone else.

The ignored middle-aged man’s face soured a bit, but he quickly readjusted, putting an arm around his son’s shoulder and leading him away, "Later, we’ll buy four or five of her paintings. For the sake of the art, she’ll surely spare you a few more words."

As they spoke, his son was bumped into by someone. The middle-aged man snapped irritably, "The place is so spacious, are you blind?"

Unfortunately, the elderly woman who bumped into them didn’t pay him any attention. Though she was well-dressed, she appeared disoriented as she ignored the crowd and made a beeline for Jiang Jiang.

Some players had already noticed her unusual behavior and two had approached to intercept her. The woman didn’t force her way through but said tearfully, "My son is dead. He was following you before he died..."

Jiang Jiang stepped forward with a sorrowful expression, "If there’s anything I can help with, please don’t hesitate to ask."

"I just want to ask you why you had to kill him!" the woman’s eyes were red with anger, "He liked your paintings, admired you, liked you, and was willing to risk his life to protect you. Why did you have to kill him?!"

"Your son was killed by other players, how can you blame Jiang Jiang?" a player scolded her.

"It was her who killed him!" the woman exclaimed, spilling photos from a file she carried, "These are all her paintings, and everyone in them were players who stayed by her side, each one met a gruesome death!"

The photographs that fell to the floor were indeed from Jiang Jiang’s studio, with part of the studio’s setup visible at the edges. Besides the faceless corpses, the other faces had all appeared on a memorial website set up by her fans.

The woman held two photographs, one of the painting and the other of a death scene, crying out in a strained voice, "The uploading time of this photo was before my son’s death! You knew he was going to die before it happened! It was you! You cursed him to death! You are a monster! Your paintings are killing people!"

Her voice of despair echoed through the exhibition hall, drawing all eyes to her, and naturally, to the photographs on the floor. The numerous images, akin to photographs of death, were shocking, rendering the spectators speechless for a moment.

But it didn’t take long before someone recognized a deceased companion in the paintings. Jiang Jiang’s artwork included dates, and the dates on the paintings were indeed before the deaths of the subjects!

"These photos must be tampered with, and besides, you can’t prove those paintings were done by Jiang Jiang," someone contested, "After all, it’s just a painting. How can a painting kill someone?"

"If she’s a player, a painting can kill too," Xu Huo added with a laugh from the back.

Jiang Jiang, who until now had been expressionless, looked up in his direction then turned back with pity to look at the woman, "It wasn’t me, nor my paintings, that killed your son."

"I simply had a premonition of his death," she said calmly.

"See, she’s indeed a player!" The woman, clearly disturbed, sought affirmation, "She is a player! She’s killing with her paintings!"

Jiang Jiang shook her head and then asked a player beside her, "Could you please help her to rest?"

The player did not move but instead asked, "You had a premonition of Song Xu’s death too, so why did you still go out that day?"

The primary reason players had willingly congregated around her was her art, but now their supposed "spiritual salvation" was at stake, and logic and detachment crept back into their minds.

Jiang Jiang answered the question, "Because no matter what I did, the content of the premonition would not change."

"You could have told us," another player commented, noting new arrivals outside the venue, "Did you have a premonition that we would die here today?"

"No," Jiang Jiang said with a smile, "I’m here because I am going to die here."

Xu Huo, like the other players, furrowed his brow.

But in the next second, everyone was too caught up in her words to think deeply about them, as an explosion rocked the upstairs. The ceiling of the exhibition hall collapsed, and several players in black fell with the debris, armed with high-powered weapons clearly not from Zone 009, and opened fire on the crowd!

They weren’t targeting Jiang Jiang, but a few players who had also fallen from above. Amidst the chaos of fleeing and dodging, one face became visible through the dust—it was Chi Nan!

Xu Huo lifted a large piece of the ceiling board just in time to come face to face with her. She seemed more delighted than him, cheerfully greeting amidst the chaos, "What a coincidence!"

Indeed, a coincidence.

Xu Huo turned back to look at Jiang Jiang. As the ceiling collapsed, she had protected the bereaved mother by holding up a plank, then passed her to another player who was helping with the rescue, and then looked toward Xu Huo.

In the center of the exhibition hall, Chi Nan and a group of unrecognizable players were fighting the black-clothed players. Some players who were part of maintaining Zone 009 were helping rescue civilians trapped underneath the debris, while others regrouped around Jiang Jiang.

As Jiang Jiang and Xu Huo exchanged glances, the moment she lifted her pen, he had already crossed the short distance between them. The Octagonal Gallery had unfolded, and the Awakening Doll had fallen to the floor!

Even though Xu Huo moved quickly, he failed to pull Jiang Jiang into the instance before the gallery fully opened; only two players who came to help were sucked in unawares. He and Jiang Jiang remained standing inside her gallery.

The noise was stripped away in a second; eight deep galleries stretched in different directions. Standing at their intersection, the view was slightly distorted, as if one could take in more than half of the galleries at a glance. Yet each gallery was severely warped, seeming more illusory than real.

Jiang Jiang stood at the center of the intersection, sighing, "Why didn’t you leave?"

"I haven’t got what I wanted," Xu Huo replied.

"I’ve already answered your question," Jiang Jiang said with resignation, "I don’t know the doctor you mentioned, and Shang Shuming is not a doctor. He’s just a sponsor."

"Then let’s change the question," Xu Huo said with a more solemn tone, "Who was providing psychological counseling to you and Peng Ya?"