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

Seeing the Silver-Haired Guy nod in agreement, the Pink Long-Haired Girl stumbled back several steps, unable to believe it.

"No, impossible. If he really is the killer, he killed someone—why would he come back instead of fleeing the scene immediately?"

The Silver-Haired Guy gritted his teeth. "A lot of murderers enjoy returning to the scene of their crime. As for him, there might be a reason, but more likely, he came back to kill us too!!!"

The Pink Long-Haired Girl's fair, delicate face was filled with terror. "Then, then why didn't he make a move on us back then?!"

The Silver-Haired Guy said, "Because he wasn't sure. There were two of us, and only one of him. If he attacked, even if we couldn't beat him, at least one of us could escape. So he pretended to be a passerby to lower our guard! Then wipe us all out!!!"

"Definitely!!!"

His pupils glimmered with shooting-star intensity.

The Pink Long-Haired Girl suddenly felt like she didn't recognize her ex-boyfriend anymore.

Then, the Silver-Haired Guy spoke slowly again. "Of course, there's another possibility—the least likely one."

The Pink Long-Haired Girl asked, "What is it?"

She noticed that the Silver-Haired Guy's legs were trembling violently. Because he was wearing form-fitting jeans instead of loose sweatpants, it was clearly visible.

The Silver-Haired Guy said, "I have a big brother who lives next door. He told me—"

"Among many deranged criminals, serial killers, murderers, and the like, there are those extreme psychological freaks."

"They like to have interactions with their targets, get involved, toy with them until they're satisfied, and then kill them."

"It's possible that guy is that kind of person. He had the full ability to keep both of us in that men's restroom, but he deliberately chose not to!!!"

Her snow-white little hand covered her mouth in shock.

This was completely beyond the Pink Long-Haired Girl's understanding.

After a long moment, she cried in fear. The Silver-Haired Guy comforted her until she felt better, then she asked, "Then, then all that analysis you did earlier—did you learn it from that big brother next door?"

The Silver-Haired Guy suddenly beamed with pride. "Of course!"

"Let me tell you, that big brother next door of mine is a genuine criminal psychologist!!!"

The Pink Long-Haired Girl gasped, covering her mouth. "Ah! That's amazing! Then why did you never mention him when we were together?!"

The Silver-Haired Guy chuckled. "You never asked... Besides, back then, did we ever have a murder happen around us?"

The Pink Long-Haired Girl said, "Then, can you contact that big brother next door later and have him analyze what happened to us tonight?!"

The Pink Long-Haired Girl got excited at the mention of a criminal psychologist. Maybe she thought the profession was high-class.

The Silver-Haired Guy suddenly sighed. "Impossible..."

The Pink Long-Haired Girl sneered. "Don't tell me... you don't even have your big brother next door's WeChat? Then why are you acting like you two are so close???"

The Silver-Haired Guy cut her off. "What are you thinking? Of course I have his contact info!"

"But—"

His eyes turned red. "But he went missing some time ago."

The Pink Long-Haired Girl said, "Missing? How did he go missing?"

The Silver-Haired Guy's bond with the big brother next door he mentioned must have been more than just ordinary. He was sad enough to actually cry.

"I don't know. Even his parents don't know where he went. We can't get in touch with him, and the police can't find him either."

"It's like he vanished off the face of the earth..."

"Is that so? Is that criminal psychologist named Li Shumu?!"

"Yeah! Yeah! That big brother next door of mine is called Li Shumu! Hey, wait, that voice..."

That voice didn't belong to the Pink Long-Haired Girl. It was a deep, heavy man's voice.

And it sounded like the man was quite close to them.

The Silver-Haired Guy and the Pink Long-Haired Girl spun around in shock.

Behind them, in the darkness, someone slowly walked out.

A person holding a long-handled red fire axe.

Based on the voice earlier, it was a man.

But his exact features were unclear. His face was covered by a mask.

That mask was a monkey mask.

This monkey had long, dark red hair and a thick, earthy brown beard.

Its face was standard monkey-like but hairless, resembling human skin. It wore a perpetual bright yet sinister smile.

As a result, all its white teeth were bared. The canine teeth on both sides looked extremely sharp.

Besides that, the monkey mask had fairly large eyes. Its pupils were very unusual—green.

"The Monkey King? But it doesn't look like it. It's kind of ugly..."

At first glance, the Pink Long-Haired Girl thought it was Hua Country's Monkey King, Sun Wukong. After all, it looked similar, and it had a gold headband.

But on closer inspection, it didn't look like him.

If she had to make a connection, it was a mutated version of the Monkey King Sun Wukong.

"No, this mask is indeed the Monkey King, just not in the Hua Country aesthetic—it's the America aesthetic."

"Haven't you ever watched Jackie Chan Adventures? This mask is the Monkey King from that show! In the show, its true form is a puppet, but if someone pulls its leg, it comes back to life, and the person who pulled it turns into a puppet..."

The Silver-Haired Guy was a bit surprised that the Pink Long-Haired Girl had never seen such a famous childhood cartoon.

The Pink Long-Haired Girl got a little annoyed. "Then let me ask you—have you watched My Little Pony?"

The Silver-Haired Guy said, "Kao, I'm a guy. Why would I watch that?"

The Pink Long-Haired Girl retorted, "There you go. You haven't seen the stuff girls like, so isn't it normal that I haven't seen what boys like?"

The two of them actually started arguing.

"Alright, alright, you two lovebirds, stop arguing."

Over there, the man wearing the Monkey King Mask let out a sly chuckle.

The Pink Long-Haired Girl's face flushed red. She turned around and loudly defended herself. "He's not my boyfriend! He's my ex-boyfriend, okay?!"

The Silver-Haired Guy also turned to stare at the man in the Monkey King Mask. At the same time, he grabbed his companion's hand.

From the force of his grip, you could feel the Silver-Haired Guy's nervous tension.

The Pink Long-Haired Girl felt the squeeze and wanted to snap at him, but then she looked at the man in the Monkey King Mask's getup, especially the fire axe in his hand, and fell silent.

At that moment, the man in the Monkey King Mask stopped about three meters away from them.

Seeing him stop, the Silver-Haired Guy asked, "You just said my big brother next door's name right away. Do you know him?"

Even though he felt this person in front of him was dangerous, the Silver-Haired Guy wanted to know more about Li Shumu.