After saying this, he waved his hand to us to go up and take a look, then turned his head and retched on the raindrops downstairs without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" When Lao Yang saw this, he felt a little embarrassed, grabbed his waist and shouted angrily upward.
"No, it's okay, it's just...just...just a little nauseated." The man said and coughed twice. Hearing what he said, Lao Yang and I were both very surprised. Dong Dong
I ran upstairs and when I opened the door, a strong smell of corpses rushed over me. The little policewoman was holding the computer and covering her nose with one hand, standing far away in the corner. Several male classmates were also covering their noses.
He still refused to come forward.
"Ahem, cough, cough, let's take a look." He pressed the door frame with his hand and kept retching. The young man who called us over also rushed into the corridor. After all, Lao Yang was an old policeman and was not unfamiliar with this situation. Soon he
After getting used to the smell here, although we frowned but didn't show any excess, Xiaopang and I followed over, pushed open the shabby wooden door and looked inside. At that time, we were a little overwhelmed by the scene in front of us.
This is an indoor environment similar to that of a slum, with bottles and jars of various shapes scattered all over the floor. Some items that are close to bronze are wrapped in brown paper and placed aside, and some are lying half-naked on the windowsill.
In addition, there is a very old mosquito net hanging in the corner, crooked and only fixed with three legs. It is a very rough steel wire bed covered with straw mats, and the shabby luggage has not been washed for an unknown period of time. There is a person on it, no.
, Strictly speaking, it was a corpse. He was lying on the bed, his eyes were wide open and his head was tilted. His facial muscles were extremely distorted, and the color of his body was not right.
"It looks like he died a long time ago and he was still wearing no clothes when he died." Lao Yang said as he walked over.
"It seems that's not enough. You open him up and take a look." I said, motioning for the little fat guy to go up and help. Hearing this, the little fat guy didn't refuse. He put on his gloves and grabbed the arm of the corpse and pulled it violently.
He pulled the body up.
Those who peeked outside the door looked very worried when they saw Xiaopang being so rude, especially the little policewoman. They saw that she was jealous of evil, but they didn't realize that she had more sympathy for the dead than for the living.
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"Eh? How could this happen?" When the corpse turned over, Xiaopang exclaimed. Everyone looked at it and were confused by the situation in front of them. I preconceived that this person also died of ghost skinning.
He was here, but he didn't think about it. Turning over and taking a look, he found that the sores in front of him were only a little on his lower abdomen and inner thighs, but what really killed him was the huge gap in his chest.
His internal organs had been ripped out, and everything in his chest was gone. The two rows of ribs were exposed, just like the white-striped chicken just bought from the vegetable market. The little policewoman glanced at him from afar, and turned her head with a groan.
Go. When Lao Yang saw it, he shook his head, looked at his wounds, and whispered to the little policewoman: "Don't be so arrogant, my eldest lady, do you know this person's detailed information?"
"I know." After hearing this, the little policewoman turned on the computer and typed a few characters, then she covered her mouth and whined: "The deceased's surname is Huang, his name is Shuliang, he was from Daqing, Heilongjiang, and he drifted here after being introduced in late 1993.
Worker at a security company
He was a worker, but he was fired by the company because of his dirty work. He has been unemployed ever since. People nearby said that this person mainly made a living by stealing and reselling cultural relics. It seems that he was also connected with some tomb robbers who dug graves and tombs.
"
"Does he know about epigraphy?" After hearing what the little policewoman said, I turned to ask her.
"I don't know, anyone who resells cultural relics should understand." The little policewoman said and shrugged. Seeing her muddle along, I felt helpless. These days, even the police are not so serious about their work.
"Hey, Lu Li, look here." At this moment, Lao Yang waved his hand for me to come over. I got closer to the body and took a look. I didn't find anything. "What's wrong?" I asked him with a frown.
"Look at this wound, it seems like it was forcibly separated!" Lao Yang said, stretched out his two hands and thrust forward, and then made a forceful tearing motion. Seeing that his face was ashen, I knew this
The old boy thought the scene at that time was a bit scary.
I smiled and said to him: "Don't look at it. This is made by zombies. You can tell the problem by looking at the color of his body. Also, look behind his ears. Are there spots on the body? It's a normal death.
No one can be so fast. He ended up like this, very
It may have been caused by the corpse poison entering the body when he was killed. Also, look at his expression and the blood splattered everywhere... The blood was so messy, and his expression was also extremely painful.
This proves that he was still alive when his belly was cut open."
"You mean, the thing that killed him made him watch his own internal organs being eviscerated?" After hearing this, the little policewoman showed a very horrifying expression on her face. I looked at him,
Looking at Lao Yang again, "Yeah, is there something wrong..."
"Don't be ridiculous, there are really zombies..." After hearing this, she added.
"What are we supposed to do when there are no zombies? Are you stupid?" Xiaopang said with a laugh, but as soon as he finished speaking, his smile froze. He grabbed my arm and pointed at the broken door.
I said: "Look, what is that!"
Because the door was open and the location of the doorway had been blocked, no one paid attention to what was behind the broken door at first. While they were chatting and laughing, Xiaopang happened to walk to the corner to look at the people lying on their backs.
The vertical quilt was still there, looking like antiques and tattered jars and jars. Seeing him pointing behind the wall, we all turned our heads. When we turned around, we saw a woman in a red robe with disheveled hair hanging on the wall behind the door.
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"Fuck."
With a shake of my hand, I almost broke the bottle I was looking at. At the same time, Lao Yang had already drawn his pistol and was preparing to shoot.
"Who!?" Looking at the hair hanging down like a black waterfall, he squinted his eyes and roared, which frightened the children at the door. After screaming, these kids ran into the corridor.
They ran out in the direction, but before they ran very far, Xiaopang suddenly relaxed and said, "No, it's not a person! It's a robe and a wig."
As he spoke, he walked over and tried to pick up the wig hanging on the wall, but before his hand touched the wig, the ball in red clothes laughed sinisterly like a ghost possessing it.