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

Chapter 468: Death Café

The second woman said, "Haven't you noticed that many of those older men from developed countries have a fairly young Hua Country woman by their side?""Many women, in order to get married and obtain a green card, if they can't find young men there, will specifically seek out this kind of older, middle-aged, or even elderly men."

"It's just that I really couldn't bring myself to do it, which is why I haven't resorted to this method."

After hearing this, the first woman felt quite uncomfortable.

The two women were walking down the corridor when suddenly, someone emerged from a room ahead.

Seeing people in this Castle Estate wasn't strange at all.

After all, Gu Bei had brought so many people to the castle for the treasure hunt.

But what made the person before them strange was that his appearance was clearly that of a foreigner.

This foreigner was middle-aged.

Bald.

He wore a black suit and trousers.

On his feet were a pair of black leather shoes.

He wore white gloves on his hands, and on his chest, there was a pocket watch.

This bald foreign man came out of that room, saw the two women, and gave them a slight smile.

The first woman cautiously asked the second woman, "Hey, who is he?"

The second woman sized him up and said, "He's probably the butler or something here! These kinds of Castle Estates usually have private butlers responsible for daily upkeep."

The first woman thought her friend made sense. Actually, upon first seeing this person, her initial reaction was that he was the butler of the Castle Estate, she just wasn't sure.

While the two women were chatting, this bald foreign man walked over, chattering away in a stream of words.

That distinctive rolling 'r' sound made the first woman realize this was probably the language of Big Fur Country.

But unfortunately, she couldn't understand it.

She was just about to look at the second woman when she noticed the second woman stepping forward and, with the same extremely distinctive rolling 'r', began conversing with this bald foreign man.

The first woman hadn't expected her friend to even know the language of Big Fur Country.

After all, she had never seen this friend date a boyfriend from Big Fur Country.

The man and woman chatted about something, looking very happy.

Then, the second woman turned her head and said to the first woman, "We guessed right, he is the butler of this Castle Estate."

"Come on, he's invited us to a room ahead for a cup of coffee. Are you going?"

The first woman said, "Alright, that works. Since he's the butler here, ask him if he knows where to find those little cards."

The second woman nodded, indicating she'd handle everything.

And so, the two women followed this bald foreign man to a study.

After entering the study,

the bald foreign man asked the two women to sit on the sofa.

Therefore, the two women sat on the sofa, facing each other.

Then, the bald foreign man operated the coffee machine in the study.

He made two steaming cups of coffee, served in snow-white coffee cups.

The surface even had a beautiful white foam art design.

One cup each, placed on the desk in front of them.

After sitting down, the two women began flipping through things on the desk.

When the coffee arrived, they weren't in a hurry to drink it.

At this moment, the bald foreign man stood behind the second woman.

He lowered his head and said, "Beautiful lady, would you mind if I gave you a shoulder massage? (Big Fur Language)"

The second woman said, "I don't mind, go ahead. (Big Fur Language)"

After receiving consent, this bald foreign man placed his large hands on the second woman's shoulders and began kneading and pressing.

The second woman also closed her eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and began to enjoy the massage service.

With her eyes closed, she felt the man's hands behind her were strong and powerful.

Suddenly, the hand on her right shoulder left.

But the hand on her left shoulder continued.

Then, the hand on the right shoulder returned to massage, while the left one left again.

And on the third time, after the hand on the right shoulder left,

what returned was not a massage on the right shoulder.

But a surge of coldness.

The second woman frowned delicately and looked down towards her right side.

Instantly, her pupils dilated. In the next second, her entire body tried to rise up.

At the same time, she was about to open her mouth wide to scream.

But her mouth was tightly covered by the left hand of the person behind her, who firmly pressed her down onto the sofa.

Then, that touch of coldness swiftly entered from her neck.

Greedily plundering her vitality.

"Huh?"

The first woman sitting opposite was flipping through a very old newspaper on the desk.

The newspaper had already yellowed. What surprised her wasn't that it was in English, but that it was in Chinese.

She was reading it with great interest, completely unaware of the abnormality opposite her.

While reading the newspaper, she lowered her head, reached her right hand forward, and picked up that cup of coffee.

Before drinking, she habitually glanced at it to make sure there were no small bugs or anything inside.

This glance confirmed there were indeed no small bugs.

But strangely,

why was there a touch of bright red on the white foam art on the coffee's surface?

"Hey, does your coffee have a strange touch of red on it too?"

The first woman remembered when she first got this cup of coffee, she had looked at it, and there was no such touch of bright red at that time.

She raised her head to ask the second woman.

As a result, she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

The second woman was sitting on the sofa. The bald foreign man standing behind her had his left hand covering her mouth, and his right hand, probably holding something like a dagger, was plunged into her neck.

While it was inserted, he was slowly twisting it, causing the blood that flowed out to be exceptionally fast.

It had stained not only the second woman's shoulders and body but also the sofa and the floor.

At this moment, the second woman made eye contact with her, her gaze filled with sorrow, pleading, and terror.

And that bald foreign man was smiling at her.

A smile that was utterly evil and bizarre to the extreme.

At this point, the first woman knew what that touch of bright red on the foam art of her coffee was.

It was blood that had splattered over when the second woman was stabbed.

The first woman knew she couldn't save this friend.

She wanted to escape, but terrified by the scene before her, her entire body had gone terribly weak.

So weak she couldn't even stand up.

At this moment, a method someone had taught her long ago for encountering such situations suddenly popped into her mind.

Immediately, she used that method, forcefully digging her long fingernails into her own palms, pinching with all her might.

At the same time, she bit down hard on the tip of her tongue.

The sharp pain reactivated her terrified, weakened body.

After jumping up from the sofa, she couldn't stop screaming in terror, "Help! Help!"

"Help!"

And the like, as she ran towards the door.

And that bald foreign man just watched quietly, not giving chase.

Only after the first woman had disappeared from the room did he finally take action.

He left the weapon plunged into the second woman's neck right where it was.

Then, he picked up this woman in his arms, left the room, and headed off in the direction completely opposite to where the fleeing first woman had gone.