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

American Alice Apartment.

This was the most cruel and darkest Alice Apartment in the entire world.

A place piled high with people of different races and ethnicities.

Now, in a certain building, a certain floor, a certain room.

A man in his thirties with an Asian face was covered in blood, gushing crimson as he leaned against the white living room wall where the TV was mounted.

He panted heavily, looked up at the man standing before him—also an Asian face, a few years older—and let out a hoarse laugh from his mouth:

"Zhu Hong, you crazy bastard... do you have a screw loose?!"

"Most of the people I've killed so far are white or black. I haven't killed that many Asians or Hua Country people. Why the hell are you clinging to me like this?!"

"Back then, you were the one who threw me in prison. I got lucky and was sent here."

"Years later, and you've chased me all the way here!"

Although his voice carried resentment, it was weak. It was obvious that this blood-soaked man was in an extremely weakened state, barely holding on.

The man called Zhu Hong currently had his arms crossed, his gaze radiating an intense, bone-chilling coldness:

"Whether you're a psychopath or a murderer, whether you kill foreigners or people from our own country, you still have to die!"

Ugh!

The blood-soaked man vomited a large mouthful of blood. Using the last of his strength, he looked up at Zhu Hong.

"Fine then. In this Alice Apartment, everyone is just like me. If you've got the guts, kill them all, huh?!"

He screamed hoarsely.

His bloodshot eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

After that shout, he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

No longer breathing.

"I will. Not just this Alice Apartment here, but those in other places too."

"I'm going to kill all you psychopaths. I'm going to kill all you murderers."

Zhu Hong crouched down: "But before that, as a lab rat, I still need to prepare a little. To go to Aisen Town."

...

Hua Country Alice Apartment.

A 19-year-old male was standing in front of the outermost wall of Alice Apartment, staring blankly at the solid concrete barrier.

"If I walk out of here, will I really die?"

A fountain of thoughts burst forth in his mind.

"How would I die?"

"Caught by those people? Beaten to death? Used as an experiment? Killed? With a knife? With poison? Or..."

"Freedom... I want freedom..."

The male just stood there in the cold wind, silently thinking.

"Hey, young man, aren't you cold standing here?"

A man appeared behind him.

The male turned around.

His two dark eyes stared intently at the man in front of him.

He asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Zhang Le. I live here."

"Oh, I live here too. I just moved in."

The male replied.

"I see. Hey, young man, are you interested in music?"

Zhang Le asked with a smile.

"Music? A little. I like listening to songs."

The male answered.

Zhang Le: "Whose songs do you listen to?"

The male answered: "I listen to a lot of popular singers."

Zhang Le: "Do you play any instruments?"

The male said, "Guitar."

Zhang Le's eyes lit up: "That's great! I'm planning to put together a band. Are you interested?"

The male turned around, stood there thinking for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright, come to my place then! There are other band members at my place. It's the perfect chance to introduce you."

Zhang Le turned around, excitement surging inside him.

Zhang Le. Manufacturer of human bone instruments.

He loved making various musical instruments out of human bones.

As for this young male standing before him, he didn't know him at all.

He didn't know if he was another resident or a new lab rat.

Who cares!

Since he was in his sights, he had to become the material for his instruments. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

But before that, he had to trick him home first before moving on to the next step.

Just as he was thinking this,

there was a sudden sharp pain in his left waist.

He turned his head slightly, catching sight of a shadowy figure pressed so close behind him that it was almost sticking to him.

At this distance, unless it was a lover, even the best of friends—for a man—this was a violation of personal space.

He immediately ran forward a few steps, putting distance between himself and the shadow that had unknowingly pressed up against him.

Once he was far enough away, he turned around and saw that the male was holding a sharp dagger in his right hand, dripping with blood.

"Ah?"

Zhang Le, with some fear, touched his left lower back with his left hand.

When he pulled his left hand back, he saw that it was covered in blood. His own blood.

"Have you lost your mind?!"

Because he had been stabbed in the lower back, and in a spot that seemed very special,

Zhang Le felt his whole body go weak. He stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

In truth, as a resident here—a deranged criminal, a deranged serial killer—

you always had to be on guard against becoming another resident's prey.

Zhang Le definitely had that vigilance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have survived this long without incident.

As for why he got caught this time,

it was purely because he never imagined anyone would make a move in broad daylight, outside the apartment building!

And with no warning at all!

Were you crazy? Or stupid?

In a place like this, attacking someone directly?!

Forget him, Zhang Le. Even among the others living here, he had never seen such reckless behavior!

"Sorry, I accidentally stabbed you."

At this moment, the male unexpectedly said something very apologetic, but there was not a trace of apology on his face.

On the contrary, there wasn't any other expression either.

He was a lot like the new Manager Wu Wen.

Both of them seemed to be carved from the same calm mold.

But there seemed to be a slight difference.

"Ah..."

Holding his lower back with his left hand, Zhang Le wore a mask of pain on his face.

He kept backing away.

After apologizing, the male said, "No, you can't leave yet."

He walked forward: "I want to see if a person who's been stabbed will die without any treatment. Can you help me fulfill this wish?"

The male's eyes were pitch black and bright.

Looking at them made Zhang Le's hair stand on end.

Damn, this guy was a real psychopath!!!

Although, when Zhang Le was arrested back then, many media outlets and ordinary people

called him a demon, a devil, a deranged serial killer, a murderer, and such,

he never thought those words applied to him.

Because he just wanted to use fresh human bones to make instruments. How was that any of the above?

He wasn't a psychopath at all!!!

He felt that this male in front of him was the real psychopath!

"Help! Help!!"

Holding his left waist, Zhang Le ran toward Building No. 1.

He shouted for help as he ran. freewebnσvel.cøm

This was also another reason Zhang Le thought no one would act under these circumstances.

Because the victim could easily escape, making it hard for the attacker to succeed.

Thump.

Just as he was about to reach Building No. 1, a sharp, piercing pain shot through Zhang Le's lower back.

It caused him to accidentally cramp his left foot and fall to the ground.