American Zombie Detective

"Cough cough...Quick! Get out of here!"

Tong Zhenjiang was dazed and confused by the impact, with blood streaming from his forehead, but his will to survive quickly brought him back to his senses.

He kicked open the deformed car door and staggered out. The gunman in the driver's seat was unconscious, his life hanging in the balance. The gunman in the passenger seat struggled to get out, his face covered in blood.

"Quickly! Get out of here!"

Tong Zhenjiang gave the order in a hoarse voice, a sense of crisis more terrifying than the car accident engulfing him.

The surviving gunman barely managed to support him as the two stumbled along the edge of the road, trying to leave the scene of the accident.

suddenly!

"Ah—!" A short, piercing scream came from the direction of the SUV.

Tong Zhenjiang suddenly turned around and saw a dark figure standing on the roof of the car, holding a long hook, dragging the gunman in the driver's seat out of the broken window!

The hook pierced the gunman's chest, blood flowed, and the gunman's legs twitched a few times before he became completely still.

He shoved the gunman next to him and shouted, "Shoot! Shoot him dead!"

At this moment, the gunman's mind was almost completely blank. Fear and tension had robbed him of his independent thought; he was simply obeying out of habit, raising his AK and firing wildly at the figure, letting out a hysterical roar:

"Go to hell! Aaaaaah—!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tong Zhenjiang abandoned the highway and plunged into the dense cornfield, hoping that the boundless green curtain of corn could conceal his escape.

He ran desperately through the slippery, muddy ridges of the field, stumbling and falling but never stopping.

Rain and mud covered his face, and his expensive Tang suit was torn by corn leaves. He stumbled and trudged through the corn stalks that were taller than a person, desperately trying to get as far away from that terrifying monster as possible!

He dared not turn around, only hearing the sound of wind and rain behind him and the rustling of corn stalks swaying, as if that deadly burlap sack head might pounce out from any direction at any moment!

"Huff... huff..."

Tong Zhenjiang felt like his lungs were about to explode. He slipped and fell heavily into a muddy puddle. A sharp pain shot through his ankle—he had sprained it!

He lay desperately in the cold mud, trembling with fear.

Just then, another bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the surroundings with a blinding flash of light.

Tong Zhenjiang suddenly looked up, his face freezing in an instant!

Less than ten meters in front of him stood a tall wooden stake resembling a cross, with a distorted human figure bound to it—

Judging from his clothes, it was indeed Tong Jizong! However, his head was covered by a burlap sack, obscuring his face, and there was a hideous hole in his chest, from which crimson blood continued to flow under the rain.

"Continue, continue the lineage..."

Tong Zhenjiang called out the name tremblingly, struggling to crawl over.

However, before the lightning had completely disappeared, a huge, terrifying black shadow was cast on the ground in front of him!

Tong Zhenjiang froze instantly, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He turned his head with extreme slowness and difficulty, like a rusty machine.

The scarecrow with the burlap sack over its head stood quietly behind him!

The two buttons nailed to the sack, like human eyes, seemed to be staring intently at him. The huge iron hook in its hand, stained with the blood of the Tong family, gleamed with an eerie, cold light, and was slowly rising...

"No! I'll pay, I'll pay—"

Tong Zhenjiang let out a final howl, his eyes filled with endless fear and despair...

Even until his death, he believed that the person chasing them was that junior detective from Los Angeles.

Swish!

The massive iron hook, accompanied by the whistling sound of death, swung down with a deafening roar!

The dull thud of cold metal piercing flesh was drowned out by the ensuing rumble of thunder.

Deep in the Flint Hills, in the cornfield beside the Stone Hill Inn, all of the Tong family's elite troops, along with their ambitions and hatred, were completely buried in a silent and brutal massacre during a stormy night.

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

High on the sloping roof of the hotel, two figures sat quietly in the rain.

The torrential rain lashed at them, but the two were oblivious, letting the rain soak them from head to toe. Only Yuanxiao was wrapped tightly in a bag and stuffed into the Frankenstein's monster doll.

They sat here, like audience members overlooking a theater, with an excellent view.

The massacre behind the hotel, the chaotic car accident at the edge of the cornfield, and the deadly scene of the iron hook falling deep in the cornfield... all came into view.

Qin Jin watched the entire performance with a satisfied and contented smile on his face.

Aresa remained expressionless as always, but the excitement in her eyes revealed her inner joy.

"What is that?"

A hint of amusement curved Qin Jin's lips as raindrops dripped down his sharply defined jawline.

"Some kind of strange vengeful spirit, quite an interesting creature, its strength is estimated to be... a little weaker than a vampire."

"Can I go and kill him?"

Alessa's grey-blue eyes were full of pleading, like a child seeing a beloved toy:

"I promise, I'll only use guns or grenades..."

Qin Jin chuckled softly and ruffled her wet, black hair:

"Theoretically, your rune bullets should be able to take it down, but..."

He looked at the figure in the cornfield who was tying Tong Zhenjiang to a stake as well, and further away, at the row of decorations on the stake that were swaying slightly in the wind and rain.

"Let's wait a little longer," Qin Jin's voice carried a hint of lazy cruelty:

"There are still a lot of people in the hotel! Killing it would cause some trouble... Let's wait and see how this free movie unfolds before deciding!"

Aresa tilted her head, seemingly understanding what Qin Jin meant.

The excitement in her eyes subsided slightly, but she still watched with interest the busy, ominous figure in the cornfield below, and its bloody and bizarre artwork.

She gave a soft "hmm," and a hint of satisfaction even appeared on her little face, as if she were really enjoying a wonderful performance.

In the cornfield below, the scarecrow with the burlap sack head has finally completed its work.

The various corpses were tied up in different parts of the cornfield, turning into almost identical scarecrows, silently watching over this vast field on this stormy night.

Just then, a sound came from the motel room they were sitting in.

Undoubtedly, this immense art of killing also alarmed the other residents here.

Walker and Bella were the first to appear in the hallway, followed by George and Ava. After a brief exchange, the four of them went to check on Room 1 before heading towards the dining room.

Then, Gleason and his assistant appeared, holding guns and looking nervously at the water stains on the ground. They also headed towards the restaurant.

"This guy is here too?" Qin Jin was slightly surprised to see Gleason appear, and his smile widened.

Arguments soon broke out below. Despite the noise of thunder and rain, Qin Jin could still faintly hear their shouts. The inexplicable gunshots and fear brought dread and oppression, making everyone restless and uneasy.

This is getting more and more interesting!