My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

The two Black men suddenly felt their bodies being bound by invisible ropes, and they immediately panicked.

What's going on? They didn't see anything, so why are their bodies bound by invisible ropes? And they can't move at all...

Zhang Hao kicked them away, not with full force, but the two flew out and embedded themselves in the wall.

The two arrogant guys were speechless, and could only stare at Zhang Hao in terror.

Zhang Hao reached out and grabbed, and the ropes came loose, causing the two men to fall to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

They retreated in terror and then quickly fled the scene.

This place is too terrifying; we should run for our lives as soon as possible.

That man is so weird, could he be the legendary evil spirit?

They often watch videos that claim ghosts exist, but they manifest in various forms or blend into people, making them undetectable. Ghosts that become human often possess various special abilities.

Perhaps the man who just attacked them was a ghost in disguise.

The more they thought about it, the more frightened they became, and they ran faster and faster, their escape speed comparable to that of a sprint champion.

Zhang Hao glanced at Fedor, whom he had met once before: "Are you alright?"

Upon seeing this man, he couldn't help but think of his bloodline and felt a surge of anxiety: "I'm fine, Mr. Zhang, what brings you here?"

Zhang Hao said calmly, "I'm here to investigate the recent disappearances in your area. I think these disappearances are a bit strange and may not be man-made."

Fedor became nervous upon hearing this.

Recently, there have indeed been frequent disappearances in this area, and there has been no news of them after they disappear.

However, this is a slum, so even if someone goes missing, calling the police or other means of seeking help are useless.

At most, they'll make a record, but they won't actually check. Whether someone lives or dies depends entirely on their luck.

Fedor was a little nervous because he himself belonged to the group of people who were prone to disappearing.

These characteristics fit his current situation as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man.

Fedor asked nervously, "So, Mr. Zhang, what are your plans next? Do you need my help?"

Helping Mr. Zhang find the murderer now is tantamount to helping himself. Fedor also wants to see just how capable Mr. Zhang really is.

Zhang Hao said nonchalantly, "Of course you can help. Since you're so familiar with this area, why don't you be my guide and show me around these streets? I need to start with the basics."

Fedor agreed and took him all over the streets and alleys of the area.

The streets here are inhabited by extremely poor people who basically live on poverty subsidies, and some are even homeless people with no income at all.

There was a pregnant woman lying in a tent by the roadside, while her husband was smoking outside the tent, not even bothering to repair the torn tent.

Let the cold wind howl in.

The pregnant woman was sleeping inside without any warm clothing, and her clothes were tattered. Even though she was lying on the ground, she was sleeping soundly.

This scene made Zhang Hao take a few more glances.

Fedor witnessed this scene without showing any sympathy or surprise. Having grown up here, he was already used to it all.

"That's how it is here. That woman and this man are probably a temporary family, and they probably didn't take proper precautions. But don't worry, pregnant women are taken care of by special institutions. It's just that they probably couldn't stand the restrictions over there, so they escaped."

Zhang Hao frowned deeply upon hearing this: "What do you mean by 'escaped'?"

You've already received help, why did you still run away? Isn't that very dangerous? Besides, with help available, you can give birth to the child safely, which is a guarantee for the baby.

Fedor smiled.

"Mr. Zhang may not know that those organizations that claim to be helping the poor are not doing so without expecting anything in return."

Then Zhang Hao listened to him talk about the shady dealings behind these organizations.

"For example, these organizations are actually controlled by someone in the shadows. They rescue pregnant women, and then those women's children are likely to be sold to people who want to adopt children, or these pregnant women may be used for experiments, and the children they give birth to may also be used for experiments..."

However, these activities are extremely secretive, and related news will never be reported.

No one knows these inside stories; only the most destitute homeless people know that those so-called shelters are actually...

Fedor chuckled as he spoke, “Otherwise, Mr. Zhang, why do you think I wouldn’t accept aid and instead have to support myself by doing illegal work?”

Zhang Hao sighed: "It seems you've really had a tough time, working illegally and cheating people from time to time."

Fedor smiled, ignoring Zhang Hao's sarcasm, and led Zhang Hao to the doorstep of a missing girl's house.

This was a dilapidated little room, drafty from all sides, with walls that seemed on the verge of collapse.
The lock on the door was broken, and to close the door, one could only manage to close the broken door with difficulty and then prop it shut from behind with something.

Just then, an elderly woman who was hanging clothes to dry at the door saw Fedor.

"Fedor, what brings you here? Is there news from Turia?"

Fedor shook his head and pointed to Zhang Hao beside him, saying, "No, I met a detective named Mr. Zhang who is very experienced in these kinds of cases. He is my friend, so I was willing to come here to find out more."

Upon hearing that they were professional detectives, the old lady's eyes lit up immediately, and she warmly invited them into the house.

The room was very small and filled with all sorts of odds and ends. There was only a tiny place to sit, and you might even hit the ceiling if you stood up.

“Mr. Zhang, I’m so sorry, my family is too poor to properly entertain you. But if you can find my granddaughter, I’m willing to give you everything of value in my house.”

Zhang Hao didn't take these words too seriously.

What valuable things could there be in this dilapidated house?

"Could you tell me more about your granddaughter Turia?"

Then, the old lady began to tell her story about her granddaughter.

The grandmother and granddaughter live together here, relying on each other. Tulia was adopted by her, and they have had a very close relationship since childhood. When the grandmother was young, she worked hard to support Tulia's education with her meager wages.

Tulia studied very hard, but later she experienced school bullying, which greatly affected her studies. Her grades got worse and worse, and in the end she simply dropped out of school.

After dropping out of school, Tulia wanted to go out and find work, but in a slum like this, most people were unwilling to hire her after hearing about her situation.

Good jobs are impossible to find, so they can only do illegal work. But recently, their house is about to collapse, and if things continue like this, they won't even have a place to live.

With no other option, in order to earn enough money to rent a place before the house completely collapses, Tulia decides to work at a brothel.

Tulia disappeared the day before she was supposed to go to work and has not returned since.

The old lady was so heartbroken when she talked about it that she burst into tears and almost collapsed.

Fedor comforted her carefully. After leaving the room, Fedor said to Zhang Hao with a solemn expression, "I know Tulia. She's a very warm and cheerful girl, very kind. It's just that she's been missing for so long and hasn't come back... Mr. Zhang, what do you think are the chances that Tulia is still alive?"

Zhang Hao shook his head: "The chances of survival are slim."

In particular, he had already determined that this was definitely a truly bizarre incident.

He sensed a zombie aura in that dilapidated house.

Although faint, that aura did indeed linger on the clothes that Tulia had once worn.

In other words, Tulia had come into contact with zombies.

However, the zombie's aura was completely different from Fedor's.

The difference between the two is like the difference between mixed-race and pure-race.

Zhang Hao raised an eyebrow and looked at Fedor: "Have you ever seen your own kind? Have you ever seen a monster or a zombie?"

This kid is a hybrid of a monster and a zombie. It's a miracle that these two bloodlines could be fused together and he was born safely.

Fedor's expression stiffened, but he finally shook his head: "I've never seen one of my kind before. What's wrong? Could it be that one of my kind... committed this crime?"

It must be said that this person has remarkably sharp intuition.

Zhang Hao nodded: "Your intuition is right. Tulia's disappearance is indeed related to zombies. Maybe it was done by zombies. Maybe you'll meet one of your kind this time."

Fedor's smile looked more like a grimace.

If he could, he would never want to see his own kind.

When I spoke with Mr. Zhang before, he showed me pictures of zombies, and the appearance of those zombies immediately became a psychological trauma for him.

That's a monster!
If his fellow human beings were like this, he would rather not acknowledge them as his own kind!

In his heart, Fedor always considered himself an ordinary person, and he felt that he was no different from ordinary people.

"Let's go investigate quickly. If it's true, as we suspect, that it was done by a zombie, then we have to get rid of the culprit, otherwise the zombie will continue to harm more innocent people."

As Zhang Hao walked, he carefully observed Fedor's expression.

To be able to so casually talk about harming one's own kind, one must have never considered those zombies as one of their own.

Is it because I grew up in human society that I subconsciously categorized myself as human?

This question couldn't help but arise in Zhang Hao's mind.

He was also particularly curious about what kind of being a hybrid of a monster and a zombie would eventually become.

So Zhang Hao nodded: "You're right, we really need to find the culprit."

As the two walked, they reached the roadside. Just then, a man on the roadside saw Fedor and greeted him with a smile: "What do you think about that job I introduced you to last time? The pay is pretty good!"

When Fedor saw him, he instinctively frowned and wanted to turn away. But Zhang Hao, who was beside him, pressed down on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Talk to this guy. He's suspicious. Maybe we can find some useful clues."

Zhang Hao's eyes caught the strange aura swirling around this person.

This eerie aura is exactly the same as the zombie aura I smelled in that dilapidated hut before.

The moment Zhang Hao saw this person, he knew there was a connection between the two.

“But your job is too troublesome, you know that. I don’t want to go to that kind of messy place.”

Fedor looked hesitant, as if he was worried about the lack of money, and had to consider agreeing to the other party's request.

Seeing this, the man smiled, glanced at Zhang Hao again, and asked cautiously, "Who is this person next to you? He looks like a rich man."

You can tell from his demeanor that he's not from the slums.

"This is the detective who came to investigate the girl's disappearance. He hired me to be his guide, and he'll be leaving tomorrow."

The man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhang Hao again, wondering whether he should continue speaking.

However, he ultimately decided to continue, saying that although this person didn't look like an ordinary person, he was at most just someone with a little money.

"Let me tell you, this is a job I worked really hard to get for you. If you don't want it, there are plenty of people who would love to take it. You have to give me a straight answer today: are you going or not? If you don't, I'll give this opportunity to someone else."

Fedor hesitated for a moment, but after receiving a hint from the other party, he pretended to reluctantly agree: "Okay, then the job... take me to work tomorrow. I urgently need money recently, but I have to make it clear that I am really just going there to work as a waiter, and I will not provide any other services."

The man immediately laughed, radiating joy: "Great! You can do whatever you want after you start working there. Anyway, it's a pretty reputable place."

They agreed on a time to meet the next day, and then they went their separate ways.

Zhang Hao followed Fedor for a long time without saying a word before asking about the man from earlier.

Zhang Hao asked him, "You know that man from earlier, right? What does he do on this street? Judging from your expression, you don't seem to have a very good impression of him."

"That guy... his name is Pierre. He's a well-known middleman in the slums, specializing in finding jobs. He told me before that a high-end bar was hiring waiters, requiring good-looking young men, and that they could earn 300 yuan a day."

If it's in US dollars, then it's definitely considered a high salary in a slum.

Zhang Hao gestured for him to continue.

“I know there’s no such thing as a free lunch, so I didn’t want to go at first. But he kept persuading me to accept the job, saying it was a great job and perfect for me. I guess he came here today to persuade me again.”

I didn’t expect Fedor to agree so suddenly. Judging from his surprised look, it was as if he had struck it rich.

Zhang Hao thought for a moment and then explained why he had asked the man to accept the invitation: "I sensed a strong zombie aura on that man; he must have been mixed up with zombies."

Fedor was immediately astonished, his eyes widening in surprise.

How dare anyone hang out with zombies?
And it seems the zombies are the culprit behind all these recent disappearances! (End of Chapter)