American Zombie Detective

Chapter 173 The Hanged Little Girl

Moonlight filtered sparsely through the gaps in the tree canopy, dappling the ground of the Transylvanian jungle.

The chainsaw killer, carrying a shotgun, carefully made his way deeper into the forest, stepping over the thick layer of decaying leaves. The forest was eerily silent; even the chirping of insects and birds had vanished, leaving only his own heavy breathing and heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He felt like something was off.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as if he were being stared at by something. That cold gaze seemed to carry gusts of cold wind, constantly blowing behind his head.

He turned around abruptly, pointing his gun, but behind him were only shadowy tree trunks and bottomless darkness.

"Damn it—" he cursed under his breath, letting out a long sigh from beneath the mask: "You're scaring yourself!"

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It must be because he hadn't killed anyone in so long that he went mad when he saw the little girl's corpse.

The chainsaw killer had murdered many people, but never before had he experienced anything so chilling. Although the girl's body appeared normal, those eyes—

wrong!

He suddenly realized that the corpse's eyes were closed, so why did he remember a pair of numb, empty, gray-blue pupils?

Suddenly, the chainsaw killer's breathing stopped abruptly—right there in the open space to his left, where his peripheral vision had caught the girl's body hanging in the distance, now standing there silently, her head tilted to one side!

Her pale face was completely bloodless, her neck was still bent at a ninety-degree angle, and her head was drooping on her shoulder at an inhuman angle.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes—

His gray-blue pupils were deathly cold, staring straight at him.

"Well!"

The chainsaw killer stumbled backward uncontrollably and blinked hard.

empty.

In the blink of an eye, the open space in front of him was empty, as if it had just been a phantom formed by the mist in the forest.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back!

Hallucination? Impossible! He saw it clearly!!!

He abruptly turned his head to scan the left—there were only swaying tree shadows and dark bushes.

Then quickly turn to the right!

It's happened again!

Just ten meters to the right, in the shadow of a crooked old tree, the same posture, the same tilted head, the same cold pupils—

The distance—seems a little closer than before?

The exquisite dress gleamed with an ominous sheen in the moonlight.

"Fuck! Die! Die—!!!"

Extreme fear instantly transformed into hysterical rage. The chainsaw killer picked up his shotgun and frantically pulled the trigger at the figure!

boom! boom! boom!

The deafening gunfire shattered the silence of the forest, bullets whistling through the air, sending leaves and dirt flying everywhere.

But just before he fired, that figure vanished into thin air once again!

All the bullets missed their mark, leaving only a few smoking bullet holes and a mess on the ground.

"Whoosh—what! What the hell?!"

He was panting heavily, his heart pounding so hard it felt like his chest would burst, and he looked around in terror, trying to find any trace of the ghost.

Just then, a cold breeze carrying a faint smell of decay gently brushed against the back of his neck.

His body froze completely, as if his blood had frozen at that moment!

He turned his head extremely slowly, little by little—

A pale, bloodless face was almost pressed tightly against his mask.

Those lifeless eyes were staring indifferently at the eyes beneath his mask from extremely close range.

He could even see his own trembling lips and cold sweat on his forehead reflected in the other person's pupils!

"ah--!!!"

He let out a scream that was not human, and the immense fear made him jump backward, instinctively swinging his shotgun at the same time!

The face vanished silently the moment he threw his punch, like a reflection in water shattered by a pebble.

Before he could despair at this missed attack, he felt a chilling coldness on his neck—a pair of icy hands touched his neck from behind, as gentle as a lover's touch, yet as sinister as hell!

The icy touch penetrated the leather jacket and gloves, reaching right to the bone.

Click.

A crisp, chilling crack of bone breaking rang out casually, buzzing in the chainsaw killer's ears.

The terror and fear in his eyes froze for a moment, then quickly dimmed. His massive body swayed, like a broken log, and he fell heavily forward!

When the blood-faced nurse, the cannibal, the rain-soaked killer, and Harley Quinn were drawn by the gunshots, they were met with a sight that made their scalps tingle and their blood freeze—

Their captain, the violent and powerful chainsaw killer, was hanging from a twisted tree branch high above, his neck strangled by a rough vine.

His head was tilted to one side at a very familiar, precise ninety-degree angle, his eyes wide open beneath the mask, staring straight in the direction they were running from.

His body swayed gently, one step at a time, in the breeze.

It looked exactly like the little girl's body he had found not long ago!

A bone-chilling cold surged into the three men's psychic senses, like the claws of a demon, gripping their hearts tightly.

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"Evil—evil spirit!"

Harley Quinn was the first to break down. She instinctively took three or four steps back, then suddenly turned around and ran away in the opposite direction.

The remaining three were already terrified, and with Harley Quinn taking the lead, any remaining courage they had vanished instantly.

The blood-faced nurse let out a short scream and turned to run!

The cannibal and the Rain Night Butcher were both ashen-faced. They exchanged a glance and saw the same horror in each other's eyes.

They didn't even have time to think; their survival instinct drove them to follow the direction Harley Quinn was fleeing, chasing after her frantically.

The branches stung their faces and bodies, but they dared not stop, wanting only to get as far away as possible from the eerie place where the little girl and the captain had hanged themselves.

They ran quite a distance before Harley Quinn leaned against a tree, panting heavily. The other three finally stopped as well. Just then, the cannibal shouted breathlessly, "Damn it—damn it! The tablet! The tactical tablet is still in the killer's bag!"

The entire jungle was riddled with jammers, so apart from tactical tablets, no other equipment could receive or transmit signals, nor could they get supplies, contact the outside world, or even find the right direction.

"Shit!" the Butcher cursed in despair.

"Stop, stop cursing! We have to—we have to go back and get it!" The cannibal gasped for breath, his face a mixture of fear and despair.

"Together! Let's go back together!"

Harley Quinn's voice was choked with sobs, and her body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

The four of them suppressed their overwhelming fear, huddled together, and cautiously made their way back step by step.

Every step felt like a thousand pounds, and every sliver of darkness seemed to conceal that tilted head and that pale little face.

Under the overwhelming pressure of terror, they returned trembling to the clearing in the woods where the nightmare had begun.

On the ground, only a few marks left by the blast of shot and messy footprints remained.

The chainsaw killer's body has vanished.

Along with his dropped shotgun and the backpack containing supplies and a tactical tablet, everything vanished without a trace, as if completely swallowed up by the dark forest.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the leaves rustled, but to them it sounded like the whispers of evil spirits.

"No—it's gone—"

The cannibal's voice was dry and trembling. Overwhelmed by fear, he instinctively looked around, trying to see if the cannibal was somewhere else, but—

The moment he turned around, cold sweat trickled down his tailbone and up to the top of his head!

About twenty or thirty meters behind them, the blood-faced nurse stood stiffly in place, motionless.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils shrinking to pinpoints. Her face was deathly pale, and her forehead and cheeks were covered in a thick layer of cold sweat. Her expression was frozen in an indescribable, extreme terror.

And on her back—

A little girl dressed in an elegant dress is tilting her head and quietly resting on her shoulder!