The light was dim, and the water droplets hung on the faucet were shaking, and with a "pop" sound, I fell to the sink with some blood stains.

The three people guarding the corridor outside the door saw the instigator leaving, and they lost their expressions as they had just now. They gathered together in a boredom and started talking.

"Does Inspector Fred think that the case is related to Professor Harris's?"

"It must be related to being able to make people like this..."

"...I heard that Li died, but the Inspector dared to do this? The deputy director of the CIA is not a good guy."

"Ahem... I'm talking to the CIA Director in front of me, aren't it a bit bad for both of you?"

Behind the door behind the three of them, a row of high stainless steel iron cabinets suddenly sounded at the entrance of the cabinet with a squeak. They just opened the cabinet door and slowly pulled it outward bit by bit, dragging the friction moans.

.........

Outside the door, the CIA, who was talking, suddenly stopped talking and looked at the two policemen who were laughing.

"What sound do you hear?"

The two of them shook their heads, and one of them had a moustache and laughed.

"Can it be that the corpse in the iron cabinet opened the cabinet and came out by itself?"

......

Amid the joking words, the dimly lit morgue, the cabinet was pulled out a long piece, and the zipper was lying flat on the body bag, and the zipper was slid down little by little, the pocket was drooping, and one hand was leaning out, and it hit the edge of the cabinet, and a bang sounded.

The three people outside were joking, suddenly shocked by the sound, and all shuddered.

"Hear?"

A police officer asked in a low voice, subconsciously touching the back of his waist. The CIA member nodded, took out his weapon from his waist, pressed it to the door, turned his face to the tactical gesture, and pointed himself and one of them.

It basically means that one is outside and I go in with the other.

The two policemen looked at me, and I looked at you, pushed each other a few times, and Xiaowang pushed his companion over and stumbled on CIA's back and walked into the morgue.

In the dim light, the door leaf closed itself back. In front of them, what caught the two of them was the opened cabinet door, and the body bag was hanging crookedly on the edge and exposed a corner.

The two of them held their breath and slowly approached with the weapon in their hands. The moving field of vision covered the long cabinet, and the body bag on them was empty inside. They scared them to take a step back and raise their guns to aim around them randomly.

‘Crack... creak... creak... creak... creak... '

A sound of stiff and twisting bones suddenly sounded in the corner of the morgue, and the timid policeman raised his gun and pointed it at the corner on the side of the corpse cabinet.

"who?!"

As soon as the roar came out, he was stunned. The CIA next to him looked at him and a figure stood crookedly in the corpse cabinet just blocking the light, turning around bit by bit.

"I'm not dead yet, why should I put it in it? Can you give me a piece of clothing?"

The figure turned around and stepped closer to the junction of shadows and lights. The broken soles of feet extended up along the twisted legs. The shadow exposed half of the sunken face, and the crooked and wide-open lips were slowly opening and closing, and a tongue was rushing into the outlet cavity.

Shit, isn't this dead?!

The two of them instantly felt a chill all over their bodies, and the guns held in their hands were trembling. If they met a cruel criminal, they also had the courage to go away, but where was the person in front of them? They suddenly had their scalp numb, and they turned around and ran away.

The black shadow in the corner instantly climbed to the corpse cabinet, crawling rapidly with his limbs, and rolled away one person with a long tongue, and flew out and threw the other person to the ground.

The shrill scream of "Ah——" echoed, and the gunshots continued to thrust, and the light of the tongue of flame flashed in the room instantly.

The policeman who stayed behind outside the door opened the door and looked inside. He screamed in a 'woo' and sat back stumbled back, holding the door tightly, trembling all over.

At this moment, at the end of the corridor, there were sounds of "stepping" footsteps.

"There are still there?"

He trembled and turned his head away. At the end of the gloomy corridor, a tall figure walked out of the stairs. Under the pale light, a black and white face flashed in the bottom of his eyes. In extreme fear, his head suddenly went down, his eyes turned pale, and he fainted with a bang.

The figure who came over looked down at his right hand. The stinging feeling of the skin under the clothes became more and more obvious. He accelerated his steps and pushed open the door. Inside, a CIA's body was covered in blood and flesh, and the abdomen was hollowed out. There was a police officer next to him holding a gun, closing his eyes under the autopsy table, and kept reciting the Bible.

Wang Ruhu's eyes swept around coldly. On the wall with a white coat hanging next to him, the exhaust fan was completely destroyed, dragging the wires to hang under the wall.

Obviously, the thing slipped away from the passage.

The silence of the past lifted the police officers who had been curled up, sat on the stage, took the forensic doctor's pen and wrote down the words to ask.

"What did you see just now?"

The policeman seemed to be frightened and still chanted the Bible tremblingly. He slapped and knocked off a front tooth. He woke up a little from the pain. He wanted to raise the gun, but Wang Ruhu snatched it and threw it to the ground, showing the other party the words he wrote again.

"The corpse...the corpse...the corpse...the corpse...the corpse...is coming to attack us."

The paper was torn off and another sentence was written: "Who else has been here? Who was leaving the police car just now?"

"...Inspector Fred."

"Where is his family? The body is likely to be looking for him."

When he got what he wanted to know, Wang Ruhu pushed the door and came out. In fact, he didn't know whether the corpse would go to the detective to find the detective, but as soon as the other party left, the corpse would be resurrected and killed. There must be other reasons.

While he walked back to the top, the ventilation duct outside the Chicago Hospital extended to the exhaust port on the surface. With a slight sound, the fan and the iron net flew out, and the mottled and bloody bare feet stepped on the ground. The concave and convex figure then bathed in the tilted sunlight, with a blonde hair stroking in the wind. The beautiful eyes saw a figure in green clothes in front of him sorting garbage.

Her beautiful face sucked the blood from her fingertips and twisted her waist forward.

The cleaner who was pushing the medical garbage turned around and saw a naked blonde smiling at him. He looked back and saw that there was no one else around him. He whistled, took off his gloves, greeted him: "Hi." Then he walked over.

Then...the sound of flesh and blood rupture sounded in the corner.

Soon, a woman wearing cleaning clothes closed the lid of the trash can and walked out, flew to the security guard at the door and kissed her. In the expression of the other party raising her eyebrows, she smiled and left with the crowd. Then she restrained her smile, felt a cold feeling part of her body, and searched for it.

The sun was getting darker and the sun shone on the door of the police station. Fred got out of the police car and asked the two detectives to leave. He returned to the office to get a stack of information and prepared to go back to work overtime at home. After that, he went downstairs to drive. During the rush hour, the road was often congested. When he arrived at Walnut Street, the community where his home was located was already dark.

I drove into the garage door and turned off the headlights. I held a pile of information and rang the doorbell, but no one came out to open the door, and no light was on inside.

Thinking of Lee's death, Fred gently put the information on the ground, pulled out his pistol, took out his key, and slowly unscrewed the door and went in. The moment he touched the switch of the whole house, the light suddenly lit up, and a group of people holding ribbons, balloons poured out from each room, cheering loudly at him.

The daughter trotted over with a gift and pecked him in the face.

"Dad, congratulations on your return to your post."

It turned out to be a surprise planned by his wife, which made Fred breathe a sigh of relief. He kissed his daughter, hugged his wife, and asked his friends and relatives who came to celebrate him to eat and drink in the living room first, took the information back to the study upstairs to sort it out, and took out the handkerchief in his pocket, looking at the tiny red fragments on it, revealing contemplation.

"Dadly!"

At the door, when his daughter saw that he was still busy, she came to pull him. She could not resist her daughter's spoiled behavior. Fred had to surrender with both hands and follow her obediently.

The door was gently closed, and the study room fell into darkness. The fragment placed quietly in the handkerchief gradually began to melt and flow.

......

At the same time, many eyes were staring at the brightly lit villa in the dark, looking at the shadows inside, and the sound of cheers and cups clinking sounds from time to time.

In the shadow, the fat figure wrapped around his arms pressed the communicator between his collar.

"It seems that it will take a little more time, everyone."

The wind blew through the night, and figures spread out in the subtle footsteps.
Chapter completed!