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

Female: “Yes, the blood on the neck was so fresh, as if it had just been cut open moments ago.”

Male: “What’s your take on this?”

Female: “Jin Baiying and Zhao Jue, those two love acting on their own so much. Once we’ve killed off all the lab rats this time, we’ll send them to the afterlife too.”

Male: “Oh? You’re from Hua Country too. They’re your fellow countrymen. Are you really that harsh on them? Not even giving them one chance?”

Female: “Heh, some people only get one chance. That’s just how the rules work here, isn’t it?”

…

At that German restaurant where the cardiac arrest death occurred.

The local German police had already left the scene with the body.

Before they left, they took away the lunch the deceased Leon had been eating, along with the utensils he had used.

They even took the chicken roll that Leon had previously found a chicken feather in.

After the police left, Jiang Ran also bid farewell to Bai Xiaoliang.

He continued on to his onboarding training.

Meanwhile, Bai Xiaoliang followed the German police officers back to the police station in Aisen Town.

After arriving at the station, he went to a holding cell located at the rear of the building.

Outside this holding cell stood a middle-aged white man dressed in a police uniform.

He was the police chief of Aisen Town, named Pete.

Everyone called him Chief Pete.

Bai Xiaoliang had been summoned here by his teacher, all because of Chief Pete.

Chief Pete had only been stationed in Aisen Town for half a year.

He was able to come here only because the previous police chief had died unexpectedly.

After Chief Pete arrived in Aisen Town, he discovered that this town—utterly unremarkable in Germany—harbored something terrifying.

Namely, the crime rate here was extremely high.

But what was especially strange was this.

The high crime rate in Aisen Town did not include common everyday offenses like robbery, theft, bicycle stealing, fraud, or brawls.

Instead, the crime mortality rate was incredibly high.

Whenever a case occurred, nine times out of ten, someone had died, and the manner of death was exceptionally bizarre.

All of them involved various supernatural ghost stories and legends from around the world.

Things like the Headless Demon, vampires, scarecrows, and the like.

It was as if Aisen Town had been cursed.

All the people who died here were supposedly killed by supernatural entities.

Chief Pete, of course, didn’t buy that.

He believed that even if so-called ghosts, monsters, and other supernatural events truly existed in this world, they wouldn’t be so bored as to constantly wreak havoc in a single small town.

His first instinct was that someone was causing trouble.

Under his courageous leadership, he finally caught a suspect, but that suspect had an extremely hard mouth.

He refused to talk no matter what.

Therefore, Chief Pete sought help from Bai Xiaoliang’s teacher.

Bai Xiaoliang’s teacher was named Michelle.

He was one of the top three authorities in psychiatry worldwide.

Chief Pete, though a police chief, was only the chief of a small town, not a big city’s chief.

Under normal circumstances, he would never have had the connections to reach Michelle.

But fate is a funny thing.

Chief Pete and Bai Xiaoliang’s teacher, Michelle, had crossed paths when they were younger.

And Chief Pete had once saved Michelle’s life.

Ever since that life-saving favor, their relationship had grown closer.

This invitation to Aisen Town in Germany stemmed from that bond.

Michelle had not only come himself.

He had also brought several of his students.

Five men and three women.

Among them, two of the men were Bai Xiaoliang and Lucas.

“Has that person talked yet?”

Bai Xiaoliang now stood outside the holding cell. Inside the cell were his teacher, Michelle, and the suspect.

Michelle was in the middle of hypnotizing him.

The inside and outside of the holding cell were separated by an iron railing.

“No, that guy’s not ordinary.”

A black man replied.

This black man was also one of Michelle’s students.

James Dewey Watson, the father of the DNA double helix, had once made a statement.

He claimed that black people were an incompletely evolved race, with intelligence generally below that of whites and Asians, and that they had low IQs.

This genetics genius and former Nobel Prize winner had been in deep trouble after making that statement.

He was branded with the label of racial discrimination.

Setting aside prejudice and looking at comprehensive data from countries around the world.

Black people are indeed naturally gifted in sports.

But in fields that require brainpower—scientific research, medical studies, and the like—

They’re typically not much help.

Of course, there are so many black people in the world.

There are bound to be a few exceptions.

Those with better brains.

The black man in front of them was one such exception.

But who knows if he was pure-blooded black.

After all, over the years, who knows how many times his ancestry had been mixed with white or Asian blood.

Bai Xiaoliang nodded, then, like the others, stood silently behind the iron railing, quietly observing his teacher Michelle.

But the observation lasted less than a minute.

Michelle, who had his back to them, suddenly turned around.

There, the elderly man in his sixties or seventies had a forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

He was panting, seeming utterly exhausted as he walked out of the holding cell.

As soon as he came out, several students rushed to support him.

Among them, the black student asked, “Teacher, any results?”

Michelle shook his head. “This person is very unusual.”

Inside the holding cell, the white man was fast asleep.

When they had first arrived in Aisen Town.

Michelle had been quite dismissive of Chief Pete’s request.

He initially just had his students take turns hypnotizing the suspect to extract information from him.

But one student after another failed, including Bai Xiaoliang.

Left with no choice, the teacher himself had to step in. A teacher is a teacher, and he was indeed exceptional.

He made significant breakthroughs. Just as Chief Pete and the students thought they were about to crack the case.

Progress suddenly came to a halt.

Afterward, the suspect became even more difficult to handle and harder to deal with.

Counting this latest attempt, this was Michelle’s third failed attempt in a row.

“This person should also be an expert in psychiatry and psychology. Otherwise, no matter how many people he’s killed as a murderer, his resistance wouldn’t be this strong.”

Michelle didn’t give up. He decided to adopt a war of attrition strategy.

He would have his students take turns going in to hypnotize the suspect, exhausting his mental energy.

Just then.

Michelle suddenly said to Bai Xiaoliang, Lucas, and the black student, “The teacher is hungry. I want to eat something—anything is fine—but it must include cola.”

“You three go buy some!”

The three of them nodded.

They exchanged glances with each other, then left the police station together.

They knew that their teacher Michelle had a habit: every time he hypnotized someone, he had to drink a bottle of cola.

And it had to be Coca-Cola.