American Zombie Detective

Around 11 p.m. that night, the door of the midnight bar was pushed open.

When the two burly men at the door saw who it was, their bodies stiffened, their pupils constricted, and their breaths stopped for a moment.

They saw a woman.

A woman, exquisitely beautiful, dressed in a dark-patterned cheongsam.

The woman's hair was as black as clouds, her skin as white as snow, and her face was so exquisitely beautiful that it looked like it had been edited with a beauty camera. Her slender, phoenix-shaped eyes were alluring, instantly plunging the noisy bar into a momentary atmosphere of low pressure.

She ignored all the gazes, whether greedy or fearful, and walked straight to the bar.

Their eyes met suddenly, causing the bartender's hand to tremble and spill the drink onto the counter.

"Who's the boss here?" The woman's voice was soft and melodious, full of endless allure.

The bartender's throat tightened, and he involuntarily pointed to the tightly closed door deep inside the bar—

"Beautiful lady!" a voice filled with obvious lust rang out.

The person who struck up the conversation was a handsome mixed-race angel. He approached with what he considered a charming smile, holding a wine glass.

"You're looking for Midnight Old Man? How about... I buy you a drink, and then I'll take you there?"

His gaze was fixed on her with intense intensity.

The woman's gaze swept over the mixed-race angel's body, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly by half an inch. That faint smile made the mixed-race angel's heart flutter and his mouth go dry.

"Have a drink, no problem..." It sounded good, but the woman shook her head, gently lifting the mixed-race angel's chin with her finger, her voice soft and gentle:

"But you have to wait patiently for me to come... okay..."

Feeling the smooth touch on his chin, the mixed-race angel's eyes widened instantly, and he nodded in ecstasy:

"Okay! Okay! I... I'll wait for you..."

A chorus of sighs echoed from the depths of the bar. Many of the mixed-race individuals were filled with regret and remorse, blaming themselves for being too slow and letting this guy beat them to it...

The woman stopped looking at him and walked directly towards Old Man Midnight's private space. Just as she got close, the door opened silently.

Inside the door was Midnight Father's secret chamber, filled with the scent of voodoo. Countless dried, strange objects hung in the air, which was permeated with the aroma of herbs and ancient magic.

Old Man Midnight sat on the sofa, wearing a floral shirt and an orange-yellow suit jacket, sunglasses, but his hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air—

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes, which could see into the darkness, were now fixed on the figure at the door, with an unprecedented solemnity and fear deep in his pupils.

He hadn't felt this way in many years...

The woman stepped into the room, and the door closed silently behind her.

She walked with a leisurely pace, her gaze casually sweeping over the strange collection in the room before finally settling on Midnight Old Man's wary face:

"I'm interested in finding out about someone, a Los Angeles police officer named Qin! His background, where he lives, whether he's a person or something... I'm interested in everything."

Her gaze was calm and undisturbed, yet it utterly extinguished any thought of resistance in Midnight.

He thought for a moment, then began to recount Qin Jin's experiences, whether they were things he had witnessed firsthand, things he had inquired about through others, or even some hearsay, all told to the woman in detail...

More than half an hour later, under the uneasy gaze of the half-blood angel, the door reopened.

The woman walked out gracefully, her face expressionless, with a slight look of confusion in her eyes.

But as she passed by the mixed-race angel, she parted her lips slightly and said, "Let's go." Without stopping, she had already walked out of the bar.

The mixed-race angel seemed to wake from a dream, her face beaming with infatuation. She hurriedly followed him out, completely unaware of the pitying looks, almost like looking at a dead person, in the eyes of some seasoned Los Angeles creatures around her.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of the bar, the chill of the late night swept in.

Not far from the street, a motorhome was parked quietly, its matte finish under the streetlights exuding a low-key yet imposing aura.

As you approach, the car door opens, revealing glimpses of rosewood furniture, silk cushions, and an antique-style palace lantern emitting a soft glow, all of which seem out of place amidst the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

The woman stepped gracefully into the car. Then, she turned slightly and gently raised her chin towards the mixed-race angel.

The half-angel was captivated by that gaze and couldn't wait to bend down and crawl inside.

The engine emitted a deep, steady start-up sound, and the RV slowly glided into the quiet streets of Los Angeles, disappearing into the deep darkness of the night.

........................

Early in the morning, when the Dodge stopped near the school, Alessa, holding the plush toy in her arms and stroking Yuanxiao's golden-brown fur with her other hand, refused to get out of the car.

"Put it down, the renovations are your decision!" Qin Jin emphasized again, his tone certain: "I guarantee it!"

Alessa then turned her head, glanced at Qin Jin, and walked into the school with her plush toy, leaving only the bear cub Yuanxiao in the passenger seat babbling and scratching at the window. Then, it crawled over from the middle with its short legs and curled up on Qin Jin's lap.

"Same as always, behave yourself in the police station." Qin Jin patted Yuanxiao's head, started the Dodge, and dialed Catherine's number.

The Dodge slowly merged into the traffic, and the phone call went through:

"Casey, call Sherry from Group 1 and have her go to the hospital to inquire about the circumstances of those people's encounters with the vixen. I'll wait for your news."

"She's already at the hospital," Catherine answered crisply.

"I borrowed some people from Group 1. Also, as you said, I've notified all the precincts in Los Angeles to send people to a meeting, scheduled for 10:30."

"Hmm, well done."

When Qin Jin arrived at the office, he found no one else there; Catherine and Constanze were both busy with their own things.

He slowly prepared the milk for Yuanxiao, stuffed it into its mouth, and then sat by the window, lost in thought...

The hands of the clock on the wall moved slowly. It was around ten o'clock when Catherine returned, carrying documents in her hand. She sat down at the computer and quickly organized them. Qin Jin casually picked one up to take a look.

Sure enough, all the victims' accounts were basically the same: an Asian girl, an extremely large RV, antique-style decorations, a strange fragrance, and an irresistible charm...

When Qin Jin picked up the third document and saw the woman's name on it, his usually languid eyes instantly lit up with excitement!

Qingqiu!

The name instantly put him under pressure!

If this is truly Qingqiu, then it is a legendary great demon, far beyond Qin Jin's ability to contend with. Her strength is even greater than that of Jiang Chen, the progenitor who turned Qin Jin into a zombie!

A heavy pressure weighed on my heart. If this was the kind of being, negotiation was practically the only way out!

But... is she really from Qingqiu? Qin Jin had some doubts!

According to Qin Jin's understanding, theoretically, Yuan Tiangang would not be a match for Qingqiu, so how could he possibly seal her?

This needs to be confirmed!

After a moment of silence, Catherine had already typed out the compiled documents, and seeing that it was almost time:

"Let's go to the conference room."

The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn. Chief Edward, Deputy Chief Thomas, Deputy Chief Logan, and others were already seated, along with representatives from various police departments. They were all talking in hushed tones, awaiting news from Qin Jin.

After entering the meeting room, Catherine began distributing materials, while Qin Jin went straight to the point:

"Everyone," his voice was not loud, but clear and unambiguous:

"Our target has been identified; it's an extremely dangerous supernatural creature!"

He picked up a document and explained to everyone what Catherine had compiled:

The target claims to be from Qingqiu, but this cannot be confirmed.

She was exceptionally beautiful, an oriental woman, and possessed an irresistible charm.

They prefer to wear Chinese-style cheongsams or long Chinese skirts, and adorn themselves with oriental accessories;

The mode of transportation is a motorhome with an extremely spacious interior decorated in a retro Chinese style and infused with incense.

They appear in various locations, including secluded parks, woods, roadsides, and parking lots, without any discrepancy!

Qin Jin concluded: "Look carefully, everyone, this is the target we've been searching for. Extremely dangerous, far beyond your imagination. Her abilities go beyond just bewitching; she can also kill directly."

"I hope that starting today, all police stations will increase nighttime patrols, especially in remote corners that are not usually visited," Qin Jin said firmly, his gaze sweeping over the representatives from each district.

"Report immediately if you spot this RV or any trace of the woman! Transfer it directly to me through the command center!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room like a cold bolt of lightning, emphasizing each word as he spoke:

"Remember! Absolutely! Absolutely do not approach her! Do not attempt to interrogate her! And do not offend her in any way, whether verbally or physically! Your duty is to find and report her! Approaching her is tantamount to suicide! Alarming her will have unimaginable consequences! Notify us, and we will handle it. Understand?!"

"clear!"

A clear and resounding response filled the conference room, tinged with tension and awe.

Qin Jin turned his gaze to Director Edward, Deputy Director Thomas, and others, gesturing to indicate if anything was needed. The directors exchanged glances and shook their heads. Director Edward was very direct:

"Let's do it your way—" he stood up and emphasized again:

"Remember Detective Qin's warning: don't approach rashly, okay?!"

"Meeting adjourned." Qin Jin decisively ended the meeting.

The officers filed out and returned to their respective police stations to make arrangements. Constantine leaned closer and whispered:

"Is Qingqiu really that beautiful?"

Qin Jin glanced at him and slowly said, "It's more beautiful than you think. If it's really Qingqiu, the level of danger is no less than I described."

Constantine, seeing the unprecedented seriousness on Qin Jin's face, silently put away his nonchalant attitude. He could tell that Qin Jin was serious this time!