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A middle-aged policeman with a buzz cut and a square face strode up from downstairs.

He was dressed in plain clothes and holding a powerful flashlight.

The middle-aged policeman walked to the half-open security door and shone his flashlight inside.

A foul stench emanated from the area.

He immediately covered his mouth and nose, then turned to the police and asked, "Has the scene been disturbed?"

"Captain, he pried the door open as soon as we arrived, and we haven't even had a chance to go in yet."

The middle-aged policeman walked up to Yang Guang, shone his flashlight on him twice, and said, "You're so young, but you've got quite the nerve."

"Did they come to silence you or steal something in the middle of the night?"

Yang Guang's eyes widened: "To silence you?"

"Officer, you can insult my character, but you absolutely cannot insult my professional ethics!"

"I'm a law-abiding, exemplary young person!"

"And I've also been..."

The middle-aged policeman put on a pair of white gloves and interrupted him, saying somewhat impatiently, "Alright, stop talking nonsense."

"Take him back to the station for an overnight interrogation!"

Done.

He turned and walked towards the security door, gently pushing open the iron gate.

It was pitch black inside, so he shone his flashlight and stepped inside.

Yang Guang was dragged downstairs by two policemen who were holding his arms.

"Eh? Eh? Eh!"

"Be gentle!"

"My arm is very precious!"

Yang Guang struggled twice, but couldn't break free. He could only helplessly warn, "Don't go in!"

"There's something big inside!"

"You can't handle them!"

The concentration of corpse aura was far beyond what one or two corpses could emit.

Those are zombies!

Moreover, they are zombies that have become powerful!

Ordinary police officers go in, but they're only good for delivering takeout; they're completely useless!

"Shut up!"

The police officer holding him shouted, "If you say another word, you'll be charged with obstructing official business!"

The policeman standing to Yang Guang's left shouted sharply.

He pressed his palm down suddenly.

Yang Guang's right cheek was forced to undergo another close, intimate friction with the mottled wall of the sixth-floor corridor.

The plaster fell from the wall in a flurry, all of it rushing into his nasal cavity.

He choked so badly that his eyes rolled back.

The middle-aged police captain with a buzz cut completely ignored Yang Guang's protest.

But as soon as the captain went in, a strong, almost viscous stench instantly gushed out from the crack in the door.

The captain was the first to be hit.

The stench hit him right in the head, his stomach clenched violently, and he turned his head away, letting out a loud retch.

The three police officers behind him reacted quickly.

Riot shields were erected instantly.

The blinding white light of the tactical flashlight cut into the dark room without leaving any blind spots.

"Clatter".

A crisp, clear sound of a plastic switch being pressed rang out from behind the door.

Followed by.

On the ceiling in the center of the living room, an old-fashioned incandescent bulb with a very low wattage and a yellowish light flickered twice before lighting up.

A dim, yellowish light filled the small living room, and the fully armed police officers stood frozen in place.

The two burly men holding Yang Guang even unconsciously loosened their grip.

There were no vicious criminals inside the house.

There was also none of the "big thing" that Yang Guang had been desperately warning about.

Next to the broken shoe rack in the entryway of the living room, stood a withered old man.

The old man was wearing a faded, yellowed undershirt, loose-fitting black shorts, and extremely worn-out blue plastic slippers.

This scene is even more common than the evening news broadcast.

but.

Yang Guang's gaze pierced through the gap in the policeman's shoulder and landed on the old man. In that instant, the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

Something's not right with this old man!

His hands were pressed vertically against the sides of his trouser seams, and the fingernails of his ten fingers were an extremely abnormal purplish-black.

The most deadly thing is that face.

His grayish-white, withered skin was covered with large, dark purple patches.

The bulging blood vessels on both sides of the neck appeared bluish-black after complete necrosis.

Even the edges of several patches of skin below the right ear have begun to peel back, revealing the grayish-white, shriveled, and rotting flesh inside.

but.

The old man just stood there, completely still, under the light.

The muscles on his face strained upwards with tremendous effort, squeezing out the dark purple patches and piecing together a bizarre smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Officer."

"Have you found my grandson?"

The old man's Adam's apple bobbed violently, but the sound he made was completely devoid of airflow.

That was the rustling sound produced by the friction of completely dried-out vocal cords.

It's like sandpaper scraping back and forth on a rough wall.

The entire sixth-floor hallway was deathly quiet.

The captain, holding a flashlight, had most of his body straddling the threshold, seemingly in a state of utter disorientation, as if his worldview was completely shattered.

The report he received before responding to the call was that the old man in the house was suspected of having an accident.

Because the neighbors hadn't seen him for a long time.

That's why I called the police.

They had just led their team upstairs and pinned Yang Guang down on the spot.

What was thought to be a perfect arrest operation.

Then he pushed open the door.

A smiling, lonely old man stood inside the house.

Moreover, the furnishings in the room were extremely normal, even excessively clean.

The old, yellowed sofa cover has been washed until it's faded.

A polished wooden coffee table, and a pot of lush green spider plant in the corner.

Aside from the extremely pungent, even eye-watering stench emanating from this old man.

There were no signs of a crime scene here.

The police officer standing behind the riot shield involuntarily lowered the muzzle of his gun.

The captain raised his hand and rubbed his nose, trying to suppress the nauseating stench. He took half a step forward and softened his tone, "Grandpa, don't be afraid."

"We received a report from the residents downstairs that someone was trying to break into your house in the middle of the night."

The captain turned around.

Rough fingers pointed directly at Yang Guang, who was buried in the plaster: "Look, we've taken care of this kid. He's absolutely safe now."

"By the way, sir, you're still up so late?"

"You just said you were looking for a grandson?"

"What's your grandson's name?"

How long have you been missing?

"Should we call the command center now to report you missing?"

What the hell!

Yang Guang, who was pinned against the wall, suddenly thought of something, and his scalp tingled with excitement.

Every single hair on his back stood on end!

He finally remembered what this thing was!

This is clearly a top-tier item that is ten thousand times more sinister than zombies!

These are walking corpses!

Yang Guang had carried so many moldy ancient books with the old man when he was a child, so he knew a lot about such extremely rare things!

After a living person dies.

A grudge or a stubborn thought gets stuck in your throat and can't be released.

This body is completely dead. The heart has stopped beating, the blood has stopped flowing, and even the damn lividity has fully formed!

But the soul inside the corpse, due to its extremely perverse obsession, firmly believed that it was still alive!

Having a strong conviction in one's heart can completely block out the objective fact of physical death.

She maintained her last daily routine from before her death.

Sweeping, cooking, spacing out.

They would even greet their neighbors with a smile!

Because the old man had no idea he was dead!

The balance of this kind of zombie is extremely fragile. As long as no one points it out, it can even wander quietly in this dilapidated house for months, or even decades.

But what if a living person were to expose this fact to their face?

The thin veil that binds the zombies to their understanding will shatter instantly!

The soul that discovers its own death will collapse on the spot within 0.01 seconds, completely transforming into a vengeful ghost!

That body, filled with the aura of an ancient corpse, would instantly enter a berserk mode.

They turned into bloodthirsty zombies on the spot!

And it's a double-door refrigerator with a Bloodlust and Berserk buff!