Daughter-in-law

Chapter 640 Another Survivor

"It is said that there were other victims back then?" I looked at the woman and asked her.

"Yes, there are seven people who were bitten by zombies including me.

There was a lot of trouble back then, everyone was afraid, and there was no evidence left. "

I was a little annoyed. The woman said that she didn't find anything, and the matter was over here.

"My lord, I found a clue two years ago." The woman seemed to see that I was upset, and said.

Hearing her words, I stared at her closely and asked her, "What clue?"

"Two years ago, a customer came to my store and drank alone, and then drank too much, so I chatted with him."

Hearing this, I frowned. Didn't this woman say she didn't want to chat with me when I came in just now before I revealed my identity.Just replace it with someone else!
"My lord, don't get me wrong. He was drinking alone at that time. It was very special. I was a little curious, so I chatted with him." The woman explained to me.

I nodded, not paying attention to such details.

Drinking alone until late at night, this kind of behavior is indeed easy to arouse the curiosity of others.

"He said he was annoyed because his father had been sick at home and had to be looked after every day for 13 years."

"He said he didn't complain about taking care of his father, but now his father is sick every day, his whole body is cold, he has convulsions, and he is very afraid of the cold. He has seen many hospitals but failed, so he feels sorry for his father."

I frowned when I heard this, knowing why women think there is a problem here.

The woman is the guest who met two years ago, and the guest said that his father got the disease 13 years ago, and the symptoms are almost exactly the same as that of the woman.

"When I heard what he said, I paid attention and asked him how his father got the disease. The man said that his father fell ill 13 years ago when he went out at night.

I asked him what day it was, and the date he said was the day I was bitten! "

I looked at the woman who was a little emotional. The day she was bitten was the beginning of her life change, so the woman always remembered that day.

And the guest's father also fell ill on the same day, is there any connection between this?
"Have you investigated him?" I asked the woman.

"I went home with him that day."

When the woman said this, she paused for a moment, and then said: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't go home with him, but I followed him behind."

"I wrote down his address, and when he went to work the next day, I sneaked into his home and met his father."

"Oh, what did you ask?" I asked the woman curiously.

It's just that the woman shook her head in frustration, and said: "No, because his father has lost his mind and can't ask anything at all. I just checked his neck, and he has the same tooth marks as mine. "

Hearing this, I frowned and knocked on the table.

Now it seems that the male guest's father should also be one of those who were bitten by zombies back then.

But he, like the woman, survived.

It's just that now that the corpse poison has entered his body, he has gone completely insane.

"Is he still alive?" I asked the woman.

"It should still be alive. I have been paying attention to their house for the past two years." The woman said.

"Okay, when the man is not at home tomorrow, take me there." I said to the woman.

"Tomorrow morning is fine. That man is a cashier in a nearby factory. He is still a bachelor. He will go to work tomorrow morning. His father is the only one at home." The woman said quickly.

"Okay, then I'll come to see you tomorrow morning." After I finished speaking, I nodded to the woman and walked out.

The woman has been respectfully sending us to the door, maintaining enough respect for my identity as a headhunter.

After a night of nothing, the next morning, after a simple breakfast, we came to the hotel again.

The woman had been waiting for us for a long time, and when she saw us coming, she immediately drove her own car.

The car drove for almost 20 minutes, and we stopped next to a yard on the edge of the ancient town.

Inside the courtyard is a small two-story building, the kind of quaint building on stilts, which looks very ethnic.

"This is his home. His father lives on the second floor." The woman stopped the car and said to me.

I nodded, walked to the gate of the yard, and looked inside.

It was daytime now, but the windows on the stilted building were closed tightly, and even the black curtains were drawn inside, which seemed to reveal a sense of mystery.

I came to the door, stretched out my hand to hold the iron chain on the door, and then let the corpse energy in my body enter.

Snapped!
After a while, the iron chain was opened directly.

This is not the first time I have used the power in my body to open a lock. Although it is a bit wasteful, it is really easy to use.

I walked into the yard, and the door of the building was also locked, but this kind of thing was just a decoration to me.

I opened the building in the same way and went inside.

Standing at the door, I looked around.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a table, a few bamboo chairs, not even a shop.

Apart from being a little dark inside the room, it was cleaned quite clean.

"My lord is on the second floor." The woman walked up to me and pointed to the stairs next to me.

I nodded and walked up the stairs.

This building on stilts must have been around for some years, and the stairs creaked when I stepped on them, which made me a little worried that I would step on the stairs with one foot.

"Ha ha!"

Just as I walked up, two strange voices suddenly sounded on the second floor.

The voice sounded a little weird, like the deep roar of a wild animal.

I frowned, but wasn't too nervous.

That old man should be poisoned by corpse poison, even if he is a real zombie, I wouldn't worry at all.

Although the strength in my body is still far from being restored, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary zombies.

After all, I am Yinggou, the ancestor of zombies, and the suppression of my blood makes ordinary zombies dare not attack me at all.

(End of this chapter)