American Zombie Detective

Chapter 184 Help me comb my hair

Her iconic outfit and figure immediately confirmed her identity to everyone – this was Harley Quinn from the Asylum Squad!

"Oh! Look who we've found!"

The reporter instantly became excited, focusing the camera on the figure: "It's Harley Quinn from the mental hospital! But why is she here alone? Where are her teammates?"

He approached Harley Quinn, holding up his tactical tablet, while simultaneously analyzing the situation to the audience: "She seems to be looking for something? Could it be that their team was planning a party, but then realized Leaf is missing—"

The Gentlemen's League cautiously approached until they were less than five meters away from Harley Quinn.

She seemed completely unaware of the approaching figure behind her, still focused on keeping her head down, making intermittent, indistinct gurgling noises.

The reporter, mustering his courage, asked in his deliberately familiar livestreaming tone, "Hey! Harley Quinn, what are you looking for? Need any help?"

Harley Quinn paused for a moment, but didn't look up. Her mumbled voice became slightly clearer: "The comb—the comb—fell—"

"A comb?" The reporter paused, then chuckled, turning around slightly. "Hey, lawyer! I remember you brought a comb, right? Give it to me, let our Harley Quinn borrow it—"

The lawyer frowned, feeling something was off, but still pulled a short comb from his tactical vest and handed it over.

The reporter took the comb, stepped forward, and handed it to Harley Quinn: "Here you go. But seriously, with that afro on your head—" He tried to be humorous again: "How am I supposed to comb it with a comb, haha—"

Harley Quinn stopped, still hunched over, but slowly turned her head, revealing a scene that shattered everyone's preconceived notions—

She slowly grasped the comb with her right hand, but raised her left hand to grab her colorful, messy hair and gently lifted it!

There wasn't a sound!

She had twisted her own head off and was slowly holding it in her arms, the severed face facing the reporters and the camera on the tactical tablet!

The pale paint, the scarlet smile, and especially those empty, lifeless eyes staring straight ahead, only the mouth opening and closing: "Look—like this—can't it be combed now?"

In the instant everyone's brains went blank, she withdrew her right hand and began to slowly and methodically comb the messy hair in her arms.

"Monster!"

The doctor gasped in surprise.

The doctor and lawyer standing at the back finally snapped out of their extreme fear, and the instinct for survival overcame everything!

Almost as if by muscle memory, they raised their guns and frantically pulled the triggers at the terrifying being holding its head!

"Bang bang bang bang bang——!!"

The dense gunfire instantly shattered the deathly silence of the forest!

Bullets rained down like a storm!

However, Harley Quinn happened to be standing less than a meter directly in front of the reporter—and, in her extreme terror, her shooting was completely inaccurate!

The first to be hit were the reporters who hadn't had time to retreat!

Puff puff puff!

The bullet instantly tore through his tactical vest and pierced his chest and abdomen!

The tactical tablet in his hand fell to the ground. The last thing the camera captured was a dizzying sky and his companion's horrified, distorted face before the screen went completely black.

The reporter's face froze in horror and shock. He didn't even utter a sound before he was beaten and fell backward like a rag doll, his blood quickly staining the ground beneath him.

More bullets, however, struck Harley Quinn squarely.

The powerful impact caused her body to shake violently, especially the head she was holding in her arms. A bullet had accurately hit the forehead, instantly blowing off half of the skull and revealing the grayish-white brain matter inside, where even the blood had turned into a rotten color.

But the most terrifying thing is—

Even with half his head blown off, the expression on his face, covered in paint, remained unchanged. He stood steadily, and the act of combing his hair didn't even stop!

The cracked mouth continued to open and close: "Combing hair—combing hair—combing hair—"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

The doctor was the first to fully regain his senses from this hellish scene. He let out a scream that was not human, and turned around to scramble and run frantically back the way he came!

The lawyer and the doctor were completely devastated, forgetting all about the hunt and the prize money!

They didn't even dare to look at the monster who was still combing his hair again, and driven by their survival instincts, they rushed into the dark depths of the jungle like madmen.

But they had barely taken two steps!

"Ugh!"

The lawyer suddenly let out a short scream!

He felt a tremendous force suddenly grab his tactical belt, dragging him backward!

It's Harley Quinn!

Without anyone noticing, she had silently appeared behind the lawyer!

One hand gripped the lawyer's belt like an iron clamp, while the other hand—held her smashed, dripping head directly in front of the lawyer!

The two heads were almost touching nose to nose.

The lawyer could clearly smell the stench emanating from the head, a mixture of paint, blood, and some indescribable stench of decay. From the gaping hole in the head, white brain matter slowly dripped out.

The ripped mouth on Harley Quinn's head opened and closed, spewing a foul stench directly onto the lawyer's pale face: "Why are you running?"

The lawyer's teeth chattered wildly, making a dense "clucking" sound, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead like a stream, instantly soaking his clothes.

His blood seemed to freeze, his mind went blank, and he was unable to think, let alone answer.

Then, Harley Quinn gently thrust her head forward, directly into the lawyer's arms: "Help me—" Even though it was already in his arms, her mouth continued to make sounds: "—comb my hair—"

The reporter's mind was completely consumed by fear!

He trembled as he cradled his head like a puppet, his palms touching something sticky and cold, while his other hand mechanically picked up the comb hanging from his hair—

One time. One time. And another time.

He began mechanically and numbly combing the terrifying, still-speaking head he held in his arms.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, so fast it felt like it was about to explode!

A deafening buzzing sound filled my ears as if my blood was rushing to my head, my temples throbbed, and my head throbbed with a splitting headache!

A cold, cool sensation came from his fingers; it was slightly slippery, yet carried a strange tactile quality.

It's Harley Quinn's tongue!

In his arms, Harley Quinn's head stuck out its tongue, gently licking his fingers—

The lawyer froze!

His eyes were wide open, but his pupils were dilated. The muscles on his face remained in a state of extreme terror, and a foul-smelling, yellowish liquid dripped down his trouser leg, landing on the moldy, moonlit ground.

His heart stopped beating.

The lawyer was scared to death on the outskirts of the shadowy area, in front of the monastery.

His body stood stiffly in place, still in the posture of cradling his head and combing his hair, becoming a frozen, terrifying statue.

In the distance, the sounds of the doctor and physician running desperately and breathing heavily were rapidly fading into the darkness of the dense forest.

Everything is — fantastic!