Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

Daniel was speechless.

He pulled the stocking over his head.

Immediately they took a few steps forward and turned into the basement.

By their plan, as soon as they entered they would see Juliet.

But they were disappointed.

The basement was a mess of junk—discarded tables and chairs—yet no sign of Juliet.

"Over there!" Daniel tapped Smith on the shoulder and pointed in a direction.

Besides the large open space, the basement had another door over there.

Of course, it was only a door-shaped entrance.

The two men walked toward it slowly.

As they got closer, the woman's voice grew clearer and louder.

They could be absolutely certain — Juliet was in the space behind that door!!!

At this point, Daniel and Smith's hearts pounded.

They were grateful Juliet had found such a perfect place to play with her.

They were sure they could spend a wonderful, unforgettable night with Juliet here!

Daniel's face had already changed dramatically.

It was still the same face, but it looked nothing like before.

Now it was full of lust.

The two of them strode through the doorway one after another.

They were already anticipating Juliet's frightened, pale, terrified face when she was startled.

But when they entered, they still didn't see Juliet—there wasn't even another person!!!

Yet the woman's voice echoed in the small space.

It was a room-sized space.

There were no other rooms in the basement.

In that small room, directly in front of the two men, stood a chair with a back and a desk.

They walked past the chair and came to the desk.

The desk was the kind used for study.

The surface was a mess.

In the center of the desk sat a black tape recorder.

At that moment, the tape recorder, with the tape spinning inside, transmitted the woman's voice: "Yes, that's right, use the grammar like this..." The voice spoke English.

Silence.

A silence like the grave.

Both Daniel and Smith's faces turned horrifically dark, black as night.

Smith even grabbed the tape recorder, opened it, and pulled out the cassette.

Then he said, "Heh, I haven't seen one of these in years." He spoke in English.

After that, he ground his teeth and slammed it hard onto the floor, flinging out a straight strip of magnetic tape.

With a bang, the cassette was torn to pieces.

At that moment,

Daniel seemed to realize something and shouted, "Not good!" in English.

He immediately bolted out of the small room and fled the basement.

He raced up the stairs to the exit.

At the top, he reached up to push the basement hatch cover with all his strength.

But it wouldn't budge.

He added his other hand.

His teeth clenched tightly as if biting down on excrement, he used all his strength, yet the hatch remained immovable.

It felt as if a thousand-pound stone had been piled atop the cover.

Smith caught up and, seeing the situation, told Daniel to step aside so he could try.

But his result was the same.

"Someone must have sealed it from the outside," Daniel said in English.

Daniel inspected the inside of the hatch, fearing he had accidentally locked it, but found he had not.

Smith pulled out his phone: "Looks like I have to call for backup," he said in English.

In such a situation, only help could save them.

But when he unlocked his phone, he found there was no signal.

Not a trace.

No calls, no texts, no social apps worked.

"Huh? No signal? Could the basement have such poor reception?" Smith fussed with his phone.

He didn't notice Daniel's face had gone completely dark.

"This isn't just poor reception; someone probably installed a signal jammer in the area," Daniel said in English.

Daniel returned alone to the basement to look for other exits.

Unfortunately, there were none.

That meant he and Smith were trapped here.

Special Live Stream, live room.

Soon after Daniel and Smith entered the basement, the livestream camera showed a shadow in the frame, piling a large heap of stones on top of the basement hatch.

The heavy stones pressed the cover down.

The face of the shadow belonged to a very pretty, delicate-featured white woman.

It was Juliet.

Public chat section.

Mi—Obediently Plant Cotton For Me: [Two trash people, and they got taken out this easily.]

Mi—American Captain: [Indeed trash, they chose to walk right into the trap.]

Ger—Long Live Prussia: [I told you, lab rats with high survival rounds are never easy. If these two had taken her easily, all those rounds would have been wasted.]

...

Special Live Stream, day 3, 6:30 a.m.

Jiang Ran got up and finished washing.

Then he walked out of the 25 Hours Hotel.

Today he still had a full day of onboarding training; thinking of monks chanting made his head throb.

"Sigh, first I'll get some breakfast."

Because he was afraid of running into that young waitress who was also from Hua Country, this time Jiang Ran planned to find a foreign breakfast shop.

He wandered aimlessly through the streets looking for breakfast.

As luck would have it, on his way he ran straight into Bai Xiaoliang's junior fellow apprentice—Lucas.

Bumping into Lucas was nothing special; it was just a chance encounter.

But the Danger Warning in Jiang Ran's head kept chiming:

[Beep! Dangerous person detected! Please keep your distance! Points +10! Points +10! Points +10...]

He wanted to pretend he didn't know him and look the other way.

But Lucas took the initiative to greet him: "Jiang Ran?"

Jiang Ran could only stop and reply politely, "Yes, that's me. What a coincidence. You're Doctor Lucas, right?"

Lucas flashed a mouthful of teeth as white as snow; besides being white, his teeth were perfectly aligned—rarely do people have such flawless teeth naturally.

Teeth, like a face, need maintenance.

Lucas probably had orthodontic work done.

"Yes, that's me. I wasn't sure from a distance, but now that I'm closer, I see I wasn't mistaken."

Lucas was very congenial.

He squinted, "Where are you headed?"

"To get breakfast," Jiang Ran said.

Lucas hummed, "I see. You can try a local restaurant, taste something different from Hua Country. Enjoy your meal."

After speaking, Lucas nodded and brushed past Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran turned his head to look at Lucas's back, then dabbed his nose with his right hand.

He smelled a faint, pleasant fragrance on Lucas.

"Truly a refined man. If he started a TikTok account, he'd probably drive a lot of women crazy."

Jiang Ran had to admit, whether it was Bai Xiaoliang or Lucas, when it came to looks, he couldn't compete.