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

Seeing the sleeping Mia, Isabella even pushed her: "Mia? Mia?"

Seeing that Mia remained unresponsive for a long time.

Isabella lay down beside Mia, her right hand slowly reaching toward Mia's collar...

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Special Live Stream, Day 4.

7:27 AM.

The weather in Aisen Town was pleasant today, neither hot nor cold.

There wasn't even a hint of chill early in the morning.

Jiang Ran, who had gotten out of bed, sat on the mattress, scratching his messy, bird's nest-like hair.

He got off the bed.

After getting off the bed, he first used the bathroom before coming out to wash up.

After finishing his morning routine, he stood on the small balcony of his room, gazing down below and into the distance for five minutes.

He began to dress neatly and fix his hairstyle.

He pushed his bangs upward, revealing his entire forehead.

He left the 25 Hours Hotel.

Jiang Ran went to a coffee shop.

He ordered an iced coffee.

This iced coffee was cold brew with vanilla ice cream, topped with cream, and sprinkled with some other powders.

It was a summer bestseller around here.

Of course, even though it wasn't summer yet.

Jiang Ran still ordered one.

He didn't enjoy the coffee at the shop.

Instead, he got it to go, holding it in his hand, drinking while walking.

He left the coffee shop and walked down the street for five or six minutes.

On the right side of the road ahead, a white man riding a bicycle slowly approached him.

This white man didn't seem to be a local German or a European-American.

From his features, he was likely from the Middle East.

This white man, about forty-something years old, rode his bike past Jiang Ran and suddenly stretched out his right index finger, pointing at Jiang Ran, grinning mischievously:

"Ching chong!"

The accent was off, but those three words were unmistakable.

After saying that, he quickly pedaled away.

Ching chong: An extremely offensive racial slur.

Similar to [the N-word] for black people.

It's specifically aimed at Hua Country people.

The origin of this term dates back to the Qing Dynasty, when large numbers of Hua Country laborers went to America to build railroads and do manual labor.

They were discriminated against and despised.

They were mocked by the white people there as "Qing Dynasty worms."

Due to accent differences, it evolved into "ching chong."

Later, it just spread around.

Hearing this racial slur, Jiang Ran merely narrowed his eyes and took several big gulps of the coffee in his hand.

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25 Hours Hotel.

Since Michelle had said last night to meet at his room at 9 AM.

So at 9 o'clock, Bai Xiaoliang and the others all arrived there.

But after they got there, they were locked out.

They knocked on the door with no response; Michelle seemed to not be in the room.

"The teacher is probably sleeping in."

The black man said with a laugh.

The senior brother said, "Sleeping in? The unlikelihood of the teacher sleeping in is about as unthinkable as you not being the weakest among us in that field."

The black man's face darkened—though since his skin was so dark, no one could really tell.

At that moment, Bai Xiaoliang pulled out his phone. After a moment, he informed the others: "The teacher just messaged me. Another murder has occurred in Aisen Town. He and Chief Pete went there first. He told us to come back to his room at 1 PM."

Hearing this, the others nodded.

The black man complained again: "Another murder? My God, I really don't want to stay in this godforsaken place anymore. I just want to leave."

Bai Xiaoliang said, "If you want to leave, just tell the teacher. It's not like he's stopping you."

The black man shrugged. "Forget it. I don't have the guts for that."

Michelle and Chief Pete were currently at a single-family house in Aisen Town.

For a small German town like Aisen, this kind of detached house was very common.

Typical single-family homes came with a garage and a garden.

Many of the people living in such houses were ordinary folks.

Because in Germany, many regular people could afford to buy or rent these houses within their means.

Now, inside this single-family house, aside from Michelle and Chief Pete, there were also many German police officers.

The residents of this house.

Were immigrants from a Middle Eastern country.

A family of five.

A middle-aged couple, their 15-year-old son, their 12-year-old daughter, and a newborn baby boy.

Out of the family of five, all except the husband were brutally killed inside this house.

Of course, the husband wasn't in great shape either.

He seemed to have been subjected to extreme terror and was now mentally deranged.

In addition, while his entire body bore signs of being beaten.

The worst injury was his mouth.

More than twenty teeth in his mouth had all been violently pulled out with a pair of pliers.

His mouth was a bloody mess, horrifically grotesque.

But as terrifying as that was, it wasn't the most horrific part of the scene.

The most horrifying was the first-floor living room.

The entire first-floor living room looked like a bloody hell.

Blood was everywhere, and so were human limbs and organs.

It was as if the person who had killed four of the five family members was a twisted, dark-minded psychopath. He had gutted, dismembered, and pulverized the internal organs of the four victims, scattering them all over the place.

From the current traces at the scene, it could be analyzed that the murder site for the four family members was the first-floor living room. Aside from that, no other signs of struggle or bloodstains were found anywhere else on the first floor, the second floor, or the small attic.

Therefore, the four victims had been killed in the first-floor living room. But there was one very strange question: why did the killer spare the husband out of the family of five?

Only beating him up and pulling out all his teeth?

"Can the husband be hypnotized?"

At this moment, Chief Pete, standing in the blood-soaked hell of the living room, asked Michelle, who was frowning beside him.

Michelle recalled the husband who had been taken away by police and medical staff, his expression filled with terror and madness.

He sighed. "We can only hypnotize him after he calms down."

"By the way, Pete. Since you came to Aisen Town, have you encountered any cases like this? Or before you came here, did similar murder scenes ever occur in this town?"

Chief Pete knew what Michelle was driving at. He was asking whether the killer of this case had also committed crimes in this small town before.

He shook his head.

"No. So far, among the unsolved cases I know of in Aisen Town, none have matched this scene—with human limbs and organs scattered everywhere, making it look like a genuine hell. This is too cruel. Truly too cruel."

Just how gruesome and nauseating was this murder case?

Even many of the officers at the Aisen Town police station, who were used to the town's violent crimes, couldn't hold it together when they saw the bloody scene and ran outside to vomit.