Police cars surrounded by a residential house.

Will and Jack crossed the cordon.

"The crime was about 10 o'clock last night to 1 o'clock, and no weapons or bullets were found at the scene." Jack said lightly as usual. Since the scene was just discovered, there were still many clues that had not been collected yet.

(I want to say here that this story took place at a certain time in the late last century, when monitors were not popular enough to the point where the streets were everywhere.)

Will nodded and closed his eyes slightly.

The police officers present seemed to know Will. After seeing him coming, they stopped their work independently and stood far away.

This is not only because Will is best not to bother when he works, but more often... Everyone doesn't like to get too close to such an introverted monster.

......

When Will opened his eyes again, his eyes were distracted and lost focus, as if he was in a sleepwalking state.

He looked around the lawn in front of the house blankly, and his eyes swept through several fresh footprints.

"My height is over 190 cm and weighs up to 100 kilograms. My feet are covered with dirt and crushed the dead leaves of many different trees, so I didn't drive... I walked along the way with the night and walked towards this house."

Will's tone became slow and long, like a self-telling narrator. He raised his chest and walked forward, and his steps seemed to be heavy, as if he was already a tall and strong man of 200 pounds at this moment.

He walked up the stairs and came to the door, touching a broken hole in the door with his fingers, and looking into the porch.

"I stood here for a while, probably knocking on the door. The owner of the room saw me from the door. He might be very scared and staggered back a few steps. When he fell, he pulled off the hanging decoration next to the porch..."

As he said that, Will suddenly raised his arm and made a waving move.

"I held a sharp blade in my hand, very wide and strong. Maybe it was an axe. I slashed at the door and then lifted the large door panel with my bare hands...I walked in as if nothing had happened. I watched the owner of the room retreat back in panic, picked up everything I could touch and threw it at me, but I was very strong and didn't need to dodge at all. At this time... a baseball bat hit me..."

Will looked at the messy shoes and hangings on the ground, and finally stood next to a broken baseball bat and said blankly.

"The baseball bat hit my back from behind and broke in response. The man was very hard, probably a man... but this time it didn't hurt me."

Suddenly, Will turned around and waved a knife horizontally in the direction of the blood on the wall.

"I turned around and cut off the man's neck with a sharp blade. Before he could react, blood splattered on the roof of the house... Then, the other person was probably a woman. She began to scream and retreated to the corner of the wall, but I had no pity at all. I smiled honestly... and walked towards her and left a fatal wound on her body. The blood was like boiling hot water that was raised, instantly dyeing the carpet and the entire wall... The wound was very big... very big..."

"Cut off in half..." Will murmured, then showed a honest smile.

But then, he fell into an extremely strange state, as if he was blocked from some kind of dream gate and could not walk in at all.

"But...but...whether...the body?"

He stood in the corner, asking himself in a daze, but he could not answer himself...

Suddenly, he saw something again, Will leaned down and found some trace he had never seen before in the blood that had not yet dried up.

"What is this..." Will seemed to have no way to continue the profile, so he broke out from the "input mode" and asked in confusion to Jack, who had been standing at the door and listening.

"Footprints!" Jack replied.

"Footprints...whoever has such footprints? Are they broken prosthetics?"

"I didn't say it was human..." Jack hesitated.

Will seemed to have a sudden tremor, remembering the pig hairs that Jack handed him to him an hour ago in his classroom...

......

......

At this time in the early 21st century, the city of "Rochester" was considered a top-ranked metropolis in the United States. It has distinct four seasons and developed industries. No matter from any perspective, it is much better than "Gotham City".

Especially the criminals here, they are very polite. This is specifically reflected in their not often blowing banks or making corpses in batches. The prisoners here are always well-behaved guns and convenience stores, holding pistols that do not load bullets to scare those drunkards who never go home at night. At most, they will break the heads of several people in an impulse, and they will not be ostentatious after the collapse, and they will even be troubled by this trivial matter for several days.

So, Ziliang liked it very much. After all, there were no explosions every now and then, nor did he have a sirens all night long. He could sleep a few more and less.

......

It's been here for about two weeks.

The location of the "Coffin of Immortality" is very bad this time. It appears in the corner of a bustling street. The traffic of people on this street is very large, so even this small hospital that looks old and even the brand only says [HOSPITAL] will still welcome several patients every day.

And several of these patients have become "regular visitors".

Yes, they are the kind of bastard patients who will have stomach worries or sleep well one or two days a day, and their purpose for coming here is also clear...

"Remember to take medicine on time when you go home." A gentle voice came.

Of course, this sound was not made by Ziliang, but Harry Quinn in the nurse's office next door.

After a while, she had a good time with her cute little pudding, the beautiful girl seemed to gradually recover her original state of physical therapy, so during this period, she almost handled all the patients.

Of course...this is why there are always a few ignorant patients who always come to this hospital.

An office worker uncle who was stripped of his hair by work pressure at first sight walked out of the hospital door with a smile.

"Uh...whether is he feeling uncomfortable today?" Ziliang asked, holding the notes and spreading them in his smoky office.

Harry Quinn twisted his waist and leaned against the door: "I didn't pay attention, I'm just hanging salt water anyway."

Ziliang nodded, calculated the frequency of the uncle's visit to the hospital, and felt that if he had stared at Quinn's chest without any lust, he wouldn't have met "Pegot" so soon.

Oh, I forgot to say before, "Peggo" is a pig.

Old Joy raised...
Chapter completed!