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

"Sigh! I can't help but think about it! After all, we've been together for so long, through so many hardships. Yesterday I thought that at worst, he'd slept with someone's wife or girlfriend, gotten caught red-handed, and would have to pay compensation. I never thought his life would be in danger."

Y said, "Heh, I told you not to think about it. Anyway, he's already dead. We both warned him early on to just hold on for a week, but he didn't believe us. The result was his own life."

"Now, what we need to do is be careful, so we don't end up killed like him."

...

There were two hotels in Aisen Town.

One was the 25 Hours Hotel.

The other was the Napoleon Hotel.

It was said the owner of this hotel was a French person.

For this Special Live Stream, the number of survival rounds had reached a staggering sixteen. Zhu Hong, the lab rat with the highest—and theoretically strongest—record from the American Alice Apartment, was staying here.

Zhu Hong was completely different from the other nine lab rats.

On the surface, the other nine lab rats didn't seem special.

But the first impression Zhu Hong gave off was... he was strong.

Just his physique and appearance gave people the feeling he could really throw down.

Ever since arriving in Aisen Town, Zhu Hong had been acting like a tourist without a care in the world.

He wandered around everywhere.

He didn't seem the slightest bit nervous.

Of course, from the moment he arrived in Aisen Town, strange things started happening one after another.

First, the Napoleon Hotel was his own choice.

The room he was assigned was 606.

It was the last room on the sixth floor.

Anyone who frequently stays in hotels, or enjoys horror and suspense, knows more or less that the last room on each floor of a hotel is prone to paranormal incidents.

Zhu Hong checked into Room 606 around four in the afternoon on Day 0.

After entering the room, he took a shower.

When he came out of the shower, he found something strange.

On the sink, the mirror embedded in the wall was covered in a bright red liquid—blood.

It formed three words: "Get Out."

They were even in Chinese.

If an ordinary person encountered this situation, they might not be scared enough to pee themselves, but they'd at least feel a chill run down their spine, their hair stand on end, and they'd be clamoring to change rooms.

After all, he had been showering. There was no one else in the room. The door hadn't been opened. Where did those bloody words come from?

But Zhu Hong was fearless.

He simply wiped the bloody words off the mirror with his hand, then washed it clean with cold water.

Although Zhu Hong wasn't some deranged criminal or deranged serial killer, the number of lives he had taken was no less—and perhaps even more and of higher quality—than the world's top ten serial killers.

So, things like this couldn't scare him in the slightest.

After his shower, he went out to find food. When he came back from eating,

He was shocked to find that the bloody words had appeared again on the mirror of the sink in his room. And this time, they were a dense, packed cluster.

All of them read "Get Out."

Zhu Hong still didn't care and just wiped them clean with a tissue.

He also didn't bother to check the surveillance footage, because this was a hotel in Germany, not a hotel in Hua Country.

There were no surveillance cameras in the hallways or corridors on each floor.

After he returned, he worked out in his hotel room.

Push-ups, planks, and the like.

After that, he quietly sat and read the paper book he had brought in his suitcase.

He kept reading until around nine o'clock, scrolled through his phone for a bit, and then went to sleep.

The strange occurrences continued.

As a lab rat who had survived sixteen rounds, Zhu Hong could not only get a full rest that restored his energy during sleep, but also wake up instantly at the slightest disturbance.

So, he was woken up by a knock on the door.

He looked at the time. It was the dead of night, and the room was pitch black.

It was so quiet he could hear the sound of his own breathing.

But outside the door, a loud knocking sound echoed.

If we take an ordinary person—not even as an example, but another lab rat participating in the Special Live Stream—they would probably be so tense that they'd grab a weapon, sit up in bed, and not dare to make a move.

They'd be afraid of ghosts, but even more afraid that what's outside isn't a ghost.

Zhu Hong was different. He got out of bed, went to the door, and opened it without even turning on the light.

After the door opened, the hallway outside was completely empty. He stuck his head out to look left and right. Still nothing.

Seeing no one there, Zhu Hong went back to sleep.

But the strange events didn't stop there.

Zhu Hong was woken up by the cold around three in the morning. The underfloor heating in the room seemed to have stopped working.

When he woke up, his bright eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of someone standing in the corner of the room.

Zhu Hong turned on the light and looked at the corner again. The figure was gone. When he turned the light back off, he didn't see the figure either.

Finally, morning arrived. It was daylight.

He had encountered several strange incidents in one night.

A normal person would definitely be asking to change rooms by now.

But Zhu Hong still didn't request a room change.

And so, up to the present, Zhu Hong encountered strange things every day as long as he was in that hotel room.

It was now 10:12 in the morning.

Zhu Hong was in his room, flipping through a book.

The book he was reading was a very thin pamphlet.

On the cover were three Chinese characters: "Thousand Character Classic."

The Thousand Character Classic was initiated by Emperor Wu of Liang in Hua Country's history. He had someone select one thousand non-repeating characters from Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, which were then compiled by Zhou Xingsi. Its purpose was to serve as an enlightenment text for the crown prince.

The terrifying thing about the Thousand Character Classic is not only its non-repeating characters, but also the fact that the text formed by these characters is not a random, forced collection of nonsense.

Instead, it's all imbued with various truths.

"Heaven and earth, dark and yellow; the universe, vast and desolate."

"The sun and moon, full and waning; the stars and constellations, spread out and arrayed."

Zhu Hong often recited the Thousand Character Classic.

Every time he read it, he felt a sense of learning something new by reviewing the old.

"Sir, are you in? I'm here to clean."

At this moment, an abrupt knock on the door interrupted Zhu Hong's review.

Zhu Hong put down the Thousand Character Classic, walked over to the door, and opened it.

When the door opened, a white man in his thirties stood there.

He was wearing a gray-white cleaner's uniform and was pulling a silver metal cleaning cart behind him. The cart was loaded with all kinds of cleaning tools. This was an employee specifically responsible for cleaning at the Napoleon Hotel.

Zhu Hong remembered this man, because he was the same one who had cleaned his room yesterday. At the Napoleon Hotel, all rooms were cleaned once a day, regardless of whether there were guests inside.

Zhu Hong let the white man in. After he entered, Zhu Hong pulled a 5-euro bill from his wallet in his pocket.

The smallest denomination of the Hua Country currency, the Chinese yuan, used to be one jiao, and then five jiao.

But those were old versions.

Now, they were rarely seen in everyday life.

The most common smallest denomination was the one-yuan bill.

As for euro banknotes, the smallest denomination was the 5-euro note.

Zhu Hong handed this 5 euros to the white man in his thirties, as a tip.

The white man took it, thanked Zhu Hong a few times, and then started working.

There was another significant difference between Western countries and Hua Country.

In those countries, you can see young faces among the street sweepers and cleaners on the roadside.

But in Hua Country, you might see young people working as security guards, but you rarely see them sweeping the streets.

Those jobs are basically all handled by the middle-aged and elderly.