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

Chapter 433: Five Detectives, One Walked Away

"Oh, right, Jiang Ran, did you send a message and call me early this morning? Did that person come to your door again?"Mentioning this, Jiang Ran felt speechless. "Yes, he came to my door again."

Manager Mao Li Zhishu apologized, saying, "I'm very sorry. Because Shangguan Fei said yesterday that I didn't need to stake out with him anymore, I went to sleep a little after 9 PM last night."

"It's fine."

Jiang Ran realized the difference between this manager, Mao Li Zhishu, and the previous manager, Xiao Zhang.

This manager, Mao Li Zhishu, was truly unreliable. It seemed catching that white ghost face mask person who didn't sleep at night would still have to rely on himself.

Next, the police arrived here just like yesterday, with the same surprised expressions.

This time, Jiang Ran didn't stay to watch the show. Instead, he returned to his own home to catch up on more sleep.

Inside Alice Apartment 404.

This place housed the five detectives hired by Zhou Yan through her friend Jimmy.

After moving in, they each began their own investigations.

Yet they all maintained the same unspoken understanding: they had gained no truly effective leads.

Finally, one of the detectives made a decision. To obtain effective information, they needed to enter the residents' apartments to investigate firsthand.

As a result, after starting this firsthand investigation yesterday, he disappeared without a trace.

Until this morning, when the youngest among the five witnessed him hanging upside down on the outside wall of the apartment building.

Now, this young detective had returned to tell the remaining three.

Apart from this young detective in his twenties, among the remaining three, two were together.

That is, the detective in his fifties, accompanied by a man close to thirty.

The remaining one wore a brown trench coat and a brown deerstalker hat.

He was dressed exactly like Sherlock Holmes, especially with a real pipe in his mouth.

The young detective didn't know his name, but this person always referred to himself as Little Sherlock Holmes.

At this moment.

Among the remaining four, the oldest detective in his fifties stared at the young detective.

He asked very calmly, "That person is dead?"

The young detective nodded. "Yes, he's dead! He's hanging outside right now. Didn't I already send you the photos?"

The young detective continued, "He told us yesterday whether we should go into those residents' homes together to investigate and find clues. So, he must have stumbled upon the killer's lair by accident and was killed by the killer!"

"After all, we've interviewed quite a few people in the apartment these past few days. The killer who murdered the employer's father might have noticed us long ago! Perhaps, he is even among the people we interviewed!"

This young detective was really too young, his psychological resilience wasn't great.

Now he was actually in agony, holding his head with both hands.

Attempting to escape reality.

Seeing the young detective like this, the detective in his fifties still spoke as if guiding a junior:

"Young man, you're panicking like this over such a small matter?"

"If your psychological resilience is only this much, you can quit right now. There's no loss anyway. As for your future, you'd better not take on this kind of job anymore. Just honestly take on cases investigating mistresses."

Hearing this, the young detective lifted his head and said stubbornly, "No, I won't leave."

"It's just the first time I've encountered someone I know personally being killed, and in such a manner. I was momentarily flustered, that's all."

"Now, I feel much better."

The detective in his fifties smiled. "Hmm, it seems you're still good material."

Then, he glanced at the young detective, then at Little Sherlock Holmes.

Suddenly, he said solemnly:

"Now that that person is dead, the four of us can discuss cooperation."

"Huh? Cooperation?"

The young detective was stunned. He remembered at their first meeting, he had suggested cooperation.

But it was rejected by the other four, including this very person.

And back then, this person had personally told him: "You're too young. You want to cooperate, but some people pretend to cooperate on the surface while stabbing you in the back behind it."

Why, after a few days, now that that person is dead, is it time for cooperation again?

"Uncle, what do you mean by saying that now that he's dead, the four of us can discuss cooperation?"

The young detective tilted his head, very puzzled.

The detective in his fifties took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

It was a relatively cheap brand, a few dollars a pack.

He pulled out one cigarette, took out a lighter to light it, and started smoking.

"Whether you're in our line of work or not, you need to master one skill."

"That is, reading people."

"From the first moment you meet someone, you need to judge what kind of person they are based on their appearance, attire, words, and actions."

"This requires life experience."

"From the very first time we all met."

"I could tell that the person who died was not an honest man. He was absolutely two-faced."

"That's why I said, now that he's dead, the rest of us can cooperate."

The young detective said, "Uh, so, uncle, you think me and Little Sherlock Holmes are trustworthy people?"

The detective in his fifties nodded. "At least based on our interactions over these past few days, you can indeed be trusted. But it can't be completely guaranteed either. After all, some people's acting skills are far better than those of professional actors."

The young detective sighed. "You live and you learn."

"So, have we reached a cooperation agreement?"

Looking at Little Sherlock Holmes, who was smoking his pipe in imitation of Sherlock Holmes, he said, "Don't look at me. My continued silence means I agree."

The young detective looked back at the detective in his fifties. "Now that we're cooperating, what should we do next? How do we find out who killed the employer's father?"

The detective in his fifties said, "Actually, from the moment I agreed to take this commission, I knew we would almost certainly not find the killer."

The young detective shot to his feet. "Why?"

The detective in his fifties said, "According to what the employer named Zhou Yan, and her foreign friend Jimmy who found us, said."

"Zhou Yan's father disappeared in this very apartment."

"That was the conclusion reached by an American detective they hired afterwards."

"Zhou Yan's father and Zhou Yan's older brother are both dead. They died in this apartment."

"Afterwards, they hired the Three Tigers Detective Group. Those three had no martial virtue. They directly impersonated police officers, searching the apartments one by one. Their luck was explosive. After searching just a few, they actually found the killer of Zhou Yan's brother, and that person was a serial killer who kept the evidence of his murder in his own apartment. He had preserved Zhou Wu's head as a specimen."

"Afterwards, the five of us came to this apartment."

"Think about it, since entering this apartment, how many more people have died in these past few days?"

"That manager, Li Chong, the person covered in needles, one of our five. There might be others who died too, just not discovered yet."

"My God, don't you all feel that this apartment is indescribably terrifying?"

"People keep dying, and so many have died in just a few short days."