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

Seeing the four white men before him ready to make a move on him, S gritted his teeth, let out a fierce roar, and lunged at one of them.

Unfortunately, against the advantage of numbers, S's charge was like a moth flying into a flame.

He was directly surrounded by the four men, who swung whatever they had in their hands, taking turns beating him mercilessly.

They beat S until he curled up on the ground, screaming for mercy.

They kept beating him until S lost consciousness.

The four white men tied S's hands and feet with rope and stuffed his mouth with a gag.

Then, they loaded him into a duffel bag.

Following that, the five of them carried him out of the small motel.

Outside the motel, they got into a sedan.

They stuffed him into the trunk, then all five got into the car and drove all the way to a farmland on the outskirts of Aisen Town.

At this moment, the farmland was pitch black.

Gusts of cold wind howled.

The sound of the wind whipping through the air was like the wailing of ghosts, a ceaseless roar.

The men got out of the car, opened the trunk.

They pulled out the large duffel bag.

And dragged it into the farmland.

It was winter now, the farmland a desolate stretch of yellow.

A few of them turned on their flashlights, shining them ahead. In the flickering light, several silhouettes seemed to flash by.

As they got closer, they realized they were just scarecrows set up by the farmers.

"Right here."

Liu Baobao, who was leading the group, stopped walking and picked a spot that was, as one might say, a prime piece of real estate.

The men then released S from the large duffel bag.

Once he was out.

In the bitter cold of winter, they stripped him completely naked, leaving not a single piece of clothing.

But S still hadn't woken up—whether he was still unconscious or just pretending to be, no one knew.

The men then went to the trunk of the sedan and brought back some more things.

First was a thick wooden pole, about two meters long.

In this world, many deranged criminals, deranged serial killers.

They fully lived up to the word "deranged."

The heinous crimes they committed were enough to send chills down the spines of countless ordinary people.

For example, what S was about to face.

No one would dare to imagine, that two-meter-long wooden pole.

One end was inserted into S's body from behind.

Pushed deeper and deeper inside.

Until it could go no further.

And as the wooden pole entered, blood gushed out in torrents, flowing endlessly.

Special Live Stream, the live stream room.

Even though the crime scene was in this pitch-black farmland.

For the Far Neighbor live stream game, broadcasting this scene was not a difficult task at all.

Clearly, there were no cameras visible around the farmland.

But the viewers in the live stream could still see S's miserable state with crystal clarity.

Mi—American Captain: [Oh no! Someone's dead! What are our invincible Maple Country trio gonna do now! Can they still clear the game! If they can't clear it, what about the other lab rats!!!!]

Although this was just a string of text, anyone reading it couldn't help but imagine the sarcastic expression, the exaggerated gestures, the tone of American Captain typing it out.

Maple—White Supremacy: [Alright, stop with the sarcasm. It's just S who died, right? We've still got two people left!]

A viewer from the UK typed: [It's only the first day, and counting them up, there have been four lab rat operations. Except for the one from Hua Country, the other three all died. Leon and Tabo both had 4 rounds, S had 8, and Jiang Ran also had 8, plus he was attacked multiple times. Looks like this Jiang Ran, with 8 rounds, is pretty tough!]

Maple—Freedom: [Give me a break. Jiang Ran was attacked multiple times, but the most people that ever came for him at once was two! Not like S, who got jumped by a whole five-man squad.]

Hua—Ultimate Rich Kid jumped in: [Oh, then why didn't that five-man squad go after Jiang Ran instead of S? Strength is strength, and weakness is weakness. Stop making excuses.]

Ni—Black Supremacy: [I agree with that! S brought this all on himself because he couldn't keep his pants on!]

The public chat section erupted into another argument.

Of course, the live stream screen was getting more and more bloody.

Not a single one of Liu Baobao or the other four white men was psychologically normal.

After they finished impaling S with the wooden pole, they stuck the protruding end of the pole into the dirt.

Because of the winter cold, the ground was too hard. They had to put in quite a bit of effort.

And during the impalement, S had long since woken up.

After he woke up, he only felt that what he was experiencing was a living hell.

The five devils before him, after propping him up like a scarecrow in the field.

Proceeded to use tools like small knives to torture him savagely.

He kept begging for mercy, wailing in agony.

In the end, the more he begged, the more he wailed, the more fiercely they vented their cruelty.

And what was even more bestial, that Liu Baobao actually cut off the most important and pleasurable part of his body and forced him to eat it.

She even used her phone to record a video as a souvenir.

In a short amount of time, S was already tortured to the point of madness, his mind and body both on the verge of collapse.

In the final moments before losing consciousness, S was still regretting, regretting that he hadn't controlled himself.

If he had just stayed put and played games with A and Y, he wouldn't have run into this situation.

And even if he had, he wouldn't have been completely helpless, utterly powerless to resist.

…

Special Live Stream, Day 2, 4:30 AM.

Jiang Ran woke up in the hospital in Aisen Town.

After waking up, he felt pain all over his body, from his head to his toes.

And then, he realized that he must have gotten into danger again, messed things up so badly he shit his pants.

Then his alternate personality came out to wipe his ass and wash his underwear for him.

But this time, his memory only went as far as him getting back to his room at the 25 Hours Hotel and lying down on the bed.

What happened after that, he had absolutely no recollection of.

"Ah, every time I wake up, my body is covered in injuries. When I get old, my health is going to be terrible."

"It's all because of all this crap I put myself through when I was younger."

He did a quick check of his injuries all over his body.

Although his body was covered in white bandages, including his face, he felt it was manageable. The injuries weren't too severe.

At the very least, his neck and limbs could still move freely.

He couldn't get up for now.

He could only stare wide-eyed, lifting his head to look around where he was.

It was clearly a hospital room, and a private one at that.

The room was nicely decorated and looked quite comfortable.

Except for the faint, indescribable smell of disinfectant in the air.

He also looked toward the window on the far side.

Through the clear, spotless windowpane, everything outside was pitch black.

Jiang Ran closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

Time passed until around 7 in the morning.

When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't alone in the room anymore. There was a young, pretty white female nurse from Germany.

The nurse seemed to be preparing some kind of solution. She turned around, saw that Jiang Ran on the hospital bed was awake.

And, babbling excitedly, she ran out of the room.