American Zombie Detective

Qin Jin glanced at Alessa beside him, pointed to the wooden house, and then pointed to his own ear.

Aresa decisively shook her head, indicating that there was no movement inside.

Qin Jin immediately continued to approach the wooden house. The three of them quickly arrived at the front door and kicked it without hesitation!

Thud—Crack!

The lock shattered with a crash, and the wooden door slammed backward, echoing against the wall. But before it could bounce back, Constantine had already charged in, gun raised, and scanned the room with keen eyes and ears—

A strong smell of blood, incense, and paper money wafted over!

What appeared before them was a typical Chinese altar!

All the furniture was piled up to the side. In the center of the spacious living room, a huge circle was drawn on the floor with a dark red, viscous liquid. In the middle was a long altar table with a yellow cloth that dragged to the ground. On the table were arranged tokens, incense burners, banners and other ritual implements!

In the fan-shaped space between the circle and the altar, there are paper figures taller than a person. Four of them can be seen from the entrance, swaying slightly in the mountain breeze caused by the opening of the door, just like living people!

The paper figure was also decorated with dark red talismans, exuding a strong bloody smell.

"No, one is missing..."

As they spoke, Constantine strode towards the altar, his expression changed, and he swiftly pointed his gun down: "Hey! Don't move!"

Qin Jin and Alessa also went around to the other side of the altar and found the missing spot. There was a person lying on the ground with his face up, and the scar on his forehead was conspicuous. It was Chen Bonian from the photo!

His eyes were closed, his face was ashen, his chest was flat, and he was wearing... traditional funeral clothes!

It looks like it's already dead!

However, his faint heartbeat and breathing could not escape the notice of the old zombie Qin Jin. He did not draw his gun, but simply called out slowly:

"Chen Bonian? Stop playing dead, get up and let's talk..."

At that moment, Alessa pulled the Red Hawk from the Frankenstein puppet and pointed it over.

Chen Bonian slowly opened his eyes on the floor. Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, he felt no fear, only an almost manic mockery and exhaustion.

"Cough cough... Hehehe... I didn't expect that the American cops would have such knowledgeable Chinese members... I guessed it wouldn't be able to hide it, but I didn't expect... you guys to arrive so quickly... cough cough..."

"Enough talk!" Constantine pointed the gun at him. "Hands! Don't move..."

Qin Jin glanced back at the entire altar, then carefully examined the talismans on the paper figures beside him, and thought for a moment:

"Your altar... is quite interesting!"

His voice was languid, but the content was incredibly sharp:

"It's based on the Five Elements Formation, but it uses an inverted arrangement, plus paper figures that lock the souls of living people... Oh, and it's a purely Yin birth chart... What exactly are you trying to do? Resurrect something, or summon something?"

Chen Bonian's face suddenly showed shock!

The mockery on his face vanished, replaced by venomous resentment in his eyes. It seemed Qin Jin had guessed correctly. However, based solely on this, Qin Jin couldn't accurately determine his intentions, so—

Chen Bonian closed his eyes again, refusing to answer, even adopting a posture that said, "Even if you shoot me, I won't say anything!"

"This is... resistance?"

Qin Jin wasn't angry. He suddenly reached out, grabbed the yellow cloth covering the altar behind him, and with a flick of his wrist, pulled it off forcefully!

"Splash—"

The yellow cloth was ripped off completely, and at the same time, the things on it fell to the ground with it, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.

This is hardly an offering table!

Beneath the yellow cloth was a glass coffin! Inside, a chilling aura swirled, and icy white mist billowed. Through the frozen glass lid, a girl in a white dress could be seen lying inside!

The girl had a nose ring and tattoos, and her arms and legs were covered with festering needle marks. She was emaciated, and although she had been cleaned up, she still looked shocking, like a withered corpse!

Clearly, her death had nothing to do with D pint.

"Uh... Ah!"

Chen Bonian was shocked by the noise he had just heard. His eyes snapped open and he let out a roar!

He struggled to his feet, even trying to lunge at her: "Stop! What are you doing? Don't touch her..."

"Don't move!"

Qin Jin was even faster. He didn't even turn around. He just gently nudged Alessa's arm that was holding the gun. Alessa obediently turned the gun from Chen Bonian into a coffin and pointed it directly at the girl's head!

"Can we have a proper talk now?"

Chen Bonian's movements stopped abruptly as if he had been electrocuted, stopping two meters away from the glass coffin. His body trembled violently, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the muzzle of the gun aimed at his daughter's head.

The madness and silence from before vanished, leaving only the despair and struggle of having his Achilles' heel gripped. He stared intently at Qin Jin, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"...Okay...okay...I'll talk!" Chen Bainian squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse and dry.

"Put...put down your guns! I'm telling you!"

Qin Jin slightly raised his chin, signaling him to speak quickly. He released his hand, and now it was Alessa's turn to point the gun at the glass coffin, the muzzle of the gun remaining perfectly still.

"She...is my daughter! Chen Xue!"

Chen Bainian pointed at the crystal coffin, his voice filled with immense pain:

"She was a very well-behaved child, but... but she was led astray, and in the end... in the end, she died from an overdose! I... I can only use an ancestral method, the Five Elements Reversal Technique, hoping to borrow the souls of five living people to bring her back from the underworld..."

He was breathing heavily, his gaze sweeping over the paper figure:

"Now, there are four now. If I can get a fifth, I can bring her back to life... Please, please let me die! For the sake of us being of Chinese descent, I beg you..."

Qin Jin had already guessed the story, but what he wanted to know was not that, but rather...

"You're not being honest, Mr. Chen Bonian!" Qin Jin raised an eyebrow, his tone playful.

"We've roughly guessed these things; we could have found out without you telling us. What I want to know is, what's your relationship with the one in the pool? How did you know about her? And how did you know how to awaken her?"

Chen Bainian's pupils suddenly contracted! He clearly hadn't expected Qin Jin to know even this!

"You...how could you..." he asked, bewildered.

"Never mind how I know," Qin Jin interrupted him, "Don't test my patience or my sister's marksmanship!"

Chen Bainian's expression shifted uncertainly, and he finally said dejectedly:

"Yes...it's my grandfather...back in San Francisco, this was his livelihood! He was the one who orchestrated the whole Tong family affair...I...I have my grandfather's diary..."

A hint of resentment and scheming flashed in his eyes:

"I'm waking this wronged ghost so she'll draw everyone's attention, so you'll all think it's a vengeful spirit who killed someone... Also, if she can kill some people, her resentment can be used to neutralize the heavenly punishment of the great formation, as a catalyst..."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if stating something perfectly natural.

Jack listened with a furrowed brow, feeling both disgusted by the sorcery and horrified by the cold-blooded scheming involved.

As Qin Jin listened, his sharp gaze swept over the magic circle and the crystal coffin, sensing that something was amiss... The air seemed to thicken, and an invisible pressure was quietly increasing.

Just then, Alessa, who had been standing quietly behind Qin Jin, suddenly let out a very soft hum. She abruptly raised her hand to cover her forehead, her small body swayed slightly, and the Frankenstein doll in her arms almost fell to the ground.

"Alessa?" Qin Jin immediately noticed and asked in a low voice.

"Thirsty..." Aresa's voice carried a rare hint of pain and bewilderment, "So...thirsty..."

Almost simultaneously, an endless desire arose in Qin Jin's heart—a desire for blood!

His desires, suppressed for hundreds of years, were drawn by something at this moment and became incredibly strong. Because of the time difference, Aresa was affected even more intensely and was able to react immediately!

"Thirsty?" Chen Bonian seemed to have noticed Qin Jin and Alessa's unusual behavior as well.

He was stunned for a moment, then as if he had thought of something, a twisted smile of almost maniacal joy suddenly burst forth on his face!

He pointed to the moon outside the window, which was being slowly eroded by an eerie shadow, his voice sharp and piercing:

"You...you are not ordinary people! You are evil cultivators! Evil cultivators! You too are affected by the celestial dog eating the moon! You have also cultivated bodies of extreme yin...hahaha! Stop pretending to be good people! So...so you are also on the same path!"

Just as Chen Bonian was laughing wildly, Qin Jin felt pressure as he grabbed Alessa's arm. Alessa's struggles intensified as she desperately tried to break free from Qin Jin's grasp, pounce on him, and bite Constantine or Chen Bonian to death, sucking their delicious blood!

Qin Jin is almost out of reach!