American Zombie Detective

Chapter 174 People really can be scared to death

"ah--!!!"

Hearing the scream, Rain Night Butcher and Harley Quinn, who were standing next to him, instinctively turned around to look.

They also saw the stiff, blood-faced nurse behind them, and the little girl lying on the nurse's back!

The little girl's head was tilted at a ninety-degree angle, her pale face pressed tightly against the head of the blood-faced nurse. Her gray-blue, lifeless eyes seemed to pierce through the distance, staring indifferently at the three people who were looking back.

It was as if they were greeting each other silently.

The next second, just as the pupils of the cannibal, the Rain Night Butcher, and Harley Quinn contracted violently with extreme fear, that small figure vanished into thin air like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind.

Along with it disappeared—the head of the blood-faced nurse.

Her neck was now completely bare.

The headless corpse stood stiffly in place, blood gushing upwards from its neck cavity, forming a large cluster of blooming blood flowers. After a while, the corpse suddenly shuddered and then fell straight forward!

Only a deathly silence remained in the forest, along with the desperate gasps of three terrified hunters.

Witnessing the blood-faced nurse's bizarre and gruesome death, the remaining three completely lost their last shred of reason and courage!

Even the cannibals, who were closest to the nurse, couldn't muster the slightest thought of checking or seeking revenge. Overwhelming fear was like ice water being poured over their heads; only the most primal instinct for survival remained.

"Ugh—!"

Someone let out a distorted scream, and the three of them, like startled crows, fled in two different directions, wishing they had two more legs.

The cannibals chose the direction they had just fled in, not daring to look back or linger. They just numbly moved their legs, hearing only their own panting and the pounding of their hearts, which drowned out all other sounds in the forest!

He cared about nothing, ignored everything, and didn't want to pay attention to anything else; he only wanted to be as far away from that terrifying source as possible.

Just as he rushed past a big tree!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pale face behind the tree, and a silver arc of light that appeared at the same time as the face, sweeping towards his neck without warning, as if he had run into it himself!

I did not feel any pain at all.

I suddenly felt my body lighten as I ran, and my vision began to spin.

He saw a headless, muscular body dressed in familiar clothes, which staggered forward several steps due to inertia before collapsing to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of withered branches and leaves.

In the swirling vision of the air, the last thing he saw was the small, pale figure below, stiffly raising a pale hand and precisely grabbing his falling head.

Darkness swallowed everything gently and swiftly.

Meanwhile, Harley Quinn and Rain Night Butcher frantically fled into the unknown depths of the dense forest.

Harley Quinn's comical costume became a hindrance, nearly tripping her over tree branches several times. Extreme fear disoriented them, leaving them only with the desperate urge to move forward.

Suddenly, Harley Quinn's feet lost their footing!

She stepped on the edge of a steep slope partially covered by fallen leaves and tumbled down it with a scream.

"Help me! Pull me up!!"

From down the slope came Harley Quinn's heart-wrenching, tearful screams.

The slope wasn't deep, but it was very steep and the soil was slippery, making it difficult for her to climb up alone.

The butcher suddenly stopped in his tracks on the rainy night, turning around in horror. All he could hear was the rustling of the wind through the trees; there was no sign of the terrifying little girl.

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He gritted his teeth, ultimately unable to abandon his companion—perhaps subconsciously he felt that being together was always safer than being alone.

He frantically untied the blood-stained leather apron from his body, tied one end tightly to the sturdiest strap of his backpack, and then forcefully threw the other end down the steep slope.

"Quick! Grab it! Climb up!" he shouted urgently in a low voice, glancing nervously around.

The clown girl at the bottom of the slope grasped at a straw, desperately clinging to her leather apron, and climbing upwards on all fours. Her will to survive gave her considerable strength, and soon her head emerged from the top of the slope.

However, when she climbed up, she saw that the Butcher in the Rainy Night was not pulling her with all his might, but was sitting motionless on the edge of the slope with his back to her, his posture looking somewhat stiff and strange.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Harley Quinn was both surprised and suspicious, and subconsciously reached out to slap the Butcher in the Rainy Night on the head.

The hand landed, and the feeling was bizarre and terrifying!

It was like slapping your hand onto a completely moldy, crumbly cake, or a lump of rotting garbage; your palm sank right in and touched something wet and sticky—brain matter!

An indescribable chill instantly spread from the point of contact throughout Harley Quinn's body. She felt her genitals begin to lose control, and urine began to trickle down her thighs—

With that slap, the Rain Night Butcher, who had been sitting upright, lost his delicate balance and began to slowly...

He fell straight backward.

puff.

His body fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The moment the head touched the ground, it collapsed and scattered like a lump of loose tofu, turning into a pool of loose, sticky, red and white, unevenly textured dregs!

Everything on his head, whether it was the skull, the dough, or the brain matter inside, turned into a mushy mess like tofu dregs.

Harley Quinn's hand was still frozen in mid-air, maintaining the action of slapping.

She stared blankly at the headless corpse on the ground, dark liquid slowly oozing from its neck cavity, then at the pool of scum, forgetting even the warmth of her incontinence—

Her mind went blank; all thoughts and feelings had vanished, leaving only boundless despair.

Just then, her gaze unconsciously swept over the foot of a large tree not far away.

There, something was prominently displayed.

The head of a cannibal!

His eyes were wide open, frozen in extreme terror; his face was a deathly ashen white. Only his head sat upright beneath the tree, staring straight at her, as if asking—

Aren't you coming yet?

Beside the head, the little girl's evil spirit was gently blown out by the wind—drifting little by little towards Harley Quinn, closer and closer—closer and closer—

"Ah ...

She let out a broken sob that sounded inhuman; she had completely broken down!

Unable to bear the crushing weight of her mental state any longer, she screamed and cried hysterically, then frantically drew the pistol from her waist, and without even looking, shoved it into her mouth.

boom!

A muffled gunshot briefly echoed through the woods, and Harley Quinn was shot through the back of the head, a mixture of blood and brain matter gushing out as she flew a great distance.

Alessa stopped her "floating" motion and quietly watched as Harley Quinn's body fell backward.

Her head, still tilted at a ninety-degree angle, cracked as her knuckles slowly straightened, and she mentally counted: "The fifth one!"

Looking at the scene before her, Alessa was clearly very satisfied with the game. She said in a low voice, "Qin was right! People really can be scared to death."

But then, a flicker appeared in her grey-blue pupils, as if something was growing wildly within her. Alessa let out a very rare "Oh!": "Damn it. I've had too much fun. I really want to drink blood—Qin, you can swear."

After saying that, she stopped looking at the corpses, turned around, picked up her Frankenstein doll from behind the tree, and quickly disappeared into the increasingly deep shadows of the forest.