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

A quarter of an hour later.

A few more people had entered the lonely hospital room.

Two police officers in dark navy uniforms, plus Bai Xiaoliang, Lucas, and that black-haired senior brother.

Several people surrounded the hospital bed, with Bai Xiaoliang taking the lead in asking questions.

The conversation between Bai Xiaoliang and Jiang Ran was fully translated by Bai Xiaoliang for the two German police officers.

Bai Xiaoliang: “Is there any discomfort? Jiang Ran?”

Jiang Ran shook his head: “I’m fine.”

Bai Xiaoliang: “Do you remember what happened to you last night? Can you tell me about it?”

Jiang Ran’s face, partially wrapped in bandages, was slightly pale: “If I told you I don’t remember a single thing from last night, would you believe me?”

“Uh...”

Clearly not expecting that answer, Bai Xiaoliang’s expression froze for a moment.

As for Lucas, he turned his head away, unable to suppress a laugh.

Bai Xiaoliang pressed on: “You really don’t remember?”

Jiang Ran sighed: “I was hoping you could tell me what happened to me last night.”

Bai Xiaoliang gave up. He didn’t understand why Jiang Ran couldn’t remember—could it be because of his illness?

“Here’s the thing. Last night in your room, you were attacked by two Asian men. There was a struggle, with signs of a fight.”

“That commotion alerted us, but by the time we arrived, the two Asian men had already escaped.”

Jiang Ran was dumbfounded. Did something like that really happen in his hotel room last night?

Then, Bai Xiaoliang pulled two photos from his coat pocket.

He asked Jiang Ran if he recognized the two men—they were the ones who had attacked him last night.

Jiang Ran took the photos, looking left and right.

Then, something clicked in his mind, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

“These two photos... this man, I know him.”

He pointed at Zhao Jue’s picture.

As for Jin Baiying’s...

Back then at Alice Apartment, when Jiang Ran first saw him, he was still a beggar. Now, he was a stylish young Korean man—there was simply no connection.

“Oh. Who is he?”

Bai Xiaoliang asked.

Jiang Ran said: “I don’t know his name, but he lived in the same apartment as me back in Hua Country.”

“Once, this guy went crazy and tried to chop people up with a fire axe. He must be insane.”

“Luckily, there were others around at the time, so he didn’t succeed. After that, the police took him away.”

“But I guess he got out, since no one was actually hurt.”

“Still, I really don’t know why he came to Germany, or why he ended up in the same place as me, or why he attacked me.”

Jiang Ran clutched his head in agony.

If you wanted revenge, shouldn’t you go after Yang Qi first?!

Why come after him, Jiang Ran?!

Was it really just picking on the weak?!

Bai Xiaoliang smiled: “We’re just asking. In fact, we’ve already gotten the basic info on those two men.”

“We just wanted to see if you knew them.”

“Both of them are Hua Country nationals. They entered Germany on regular tourist visas, but after they landed, they vanished without a trace.”

Getting nothing useful from Jiang Ran, Bai Xiaoliang told him to rest well.

Then he and the others left the room, leaving Jiang Ran alone inside.

“Ah...”

Jiang Ran sighed.

He had been thinking that since there was no onboarding training today, he could at least enjoy himself in Aisen Town...

...

A and Y were fast asleep in the 25 Hours Hotel.

But they were jolted awake by a frantic knocking on the door.

Y rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, telling A to get the door. A, the good-natured pushover, got up and shuffled over in his slippers to answer.

Of course, he made sure the security chain was on first.

Cracking the door open just enough to fit an arm through, A saw who appeared to be German police officers in uniform standing outside.

Seeing the door open, the German police officer stated their purpose.

And upon hearing that, A turned to stone on the spot.

Even Y, who had been lying in bed, immediately sat up.

His eyes were wide open.

Then, A unlatched the door.

Moments later, both of them hastily threw on clothes, not even bothering to wash up.

They followed the two German police officers out of the 25 Hours Hotel.

They got into a police car, which drove them to a farmland.

By the farmland, there were quite a few vehicles and a large number of people.

A and Y followed the two officers all the way to a relatively open area of the field.

Even though it was early morning, the air was fresh, and they were out in the countryside.

But no matter how fresh the air was, it couldn’t block the smell of blood hanging in the air.

The two finally reached the destination the German police had been leading them to.

But as soon as they arrived, they froze.

Because there, they saw their companion, S.

S was in a horrific, bloody state.

First, his body was propped up by a thick wooden pole.

His arms were stretched out straight to either side by another pole behind him.

His head was tilted slightly upward, his face turned toward the sun.

There wasn’t a single piece of clothing on his body.

If you had to say there was, he was wearing a blood-red coat made of his own blood.

There wasn’t a single unmarred spot on his entire body.

Even an ordinary person could tell that S had been subjected to unspeakable torture before he died.

“Do you know this man? Did we get the right person?”

A German police officer asked.

A was still staring blankly at S’s corpse.

As for Y, his eyes kept shifting.

He answered: “Yes, we know him.”

The German police officer asked again: “Can you tell us what you came to Germany for? And what you did after arriving?”

Y said: “We’re here to travel. We flew into Munich, then made our way to Aisen Town. We checked into the hotel as soon as we got here. My friend and I were tired, so we stayed in and rested, while our deceased friend had been at the bar for the past couple of days.”

The German police officer was taking detailed notes.

Y asked: “Who killed him? Did you find the killer?”

The German police officer said: “We don’t know who did it yet. The investigation is still ongoing.”

Y slowly exhaled.

After that, they were questioned a bit more on the spot.

Then, the German police drove them back to the 25 Hours Hotel.

Back in their room, A sat dully on the edge of the bed, head down, lost in thought.

All he could do was mutter to himself, over and over: “What if we had gone to find him last night? What would have happened?”

Y, on the other hand, kept pacing back and forth in the room.

He was clearly affected by S’s death as well.

Finally, he stopped and said to A: “If we had gone to find him last night, there would have been two outcomes.”

“Either we’d all be dead together, or we’d have saved him.”

“What’s done is done. Regret is useless. Don’t think about it anymore.”