He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

When that time comes, even if the bullets from these few ordinary police officers hit the zombies, they won't have much effect.

This old, dilapidated sixth floor will definitely turn into a one-sided slaughterhouse within half a minute!

Not only have I given away all my savings for a wife, but I haven't completed a single commission yet, nor have I gotten married to continue the Yang family line. So I have to go down with you bunch of cops who are sending people to their deaths in the middle of the night!

Fuck!

Don't even think about it!

"Don't talk to him!"

Yang Guang kicked wildly in mid-air, veins bulging in his neck, trying to break free from the two burly men's hold.

"Quit!"

"Quickly log out completely!"

The policeman supporting him frowned, his arm muscles bulging.

"Bang!"

Yang Guang's head slammed hard against the cement wall behind him, making him see stars.

The police officer sternly warned, "Behave yourself!"

The old man inside slowly turned his head, his lifeless eyes, filled with cloudy white film, falling on Yang Guang.

The smile on his ashen face didn't diminish at all: "Young man, have you seen my grandson, Tongtong?"

He was wearing a blue outfit.

"He told me last night that he was going to the convenience store downstairs to buy ice cream, but he hasn't come back yet. I was just about to go out and look for him."

Tongtong!

Blue clothes!

Buy ice cream!

A loud "buzz" went through Yang Guang's mind.

At this moment, all the clues fit together perfectly.

That little brat who stopped me downstairs in the middle of the night, dripping with foul-smelling ditch water, pretending to be pitiful and wanting to go home!

That wasn't some lost little thing at all!

That's a master angler!

He pretended to be pitiful outside to lead living people to the sixth floor, and then dragged them up to be scapegoats!

While we're at it, let's give the old zombie grandpa who's staying in the house to guard the corpse an extra meal!

This is a total honey trap! It's like jumping into the King of Hell's household register!

The entire family, including the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled, was wiped out.

You're really good at this!

A minor water ghost is outside recruiting customers for a pyramid scheme, while an elderly walking corpse is inside setting up the operation and closing in.

Absolutely!

"I don't know any Tongtong!"

Ignoring the red marks left on his wrists by the handcuffs, Yang Guang desperately turned his head toward the police captain, whose foot was still inside the door, and said, "Officer."

"I really did serve two years of compulsory military service!"

"I have received the most rigorous military training, have a clean political record, and am definitely not some petty burglar!"

The captain frowned deeply.

He turned and completely withdrew from the house, the beam of his flashlight sweeping across Yang Guang's dusty face twice.

The captain's tone became even sterner.

"You served in the military?"

"Having served in the military is your excuse for using a wire to pry open people's security doors in the middle of the night?"

"This old man lives here alone. If we hadn't responded in time and subdued you, what were you planning to do to him?"

The captain stepped forward and grabbed Yang Guang by the collar: "Are you after his money or trying to kill him?!"

"I'm saving your lives!"

Yang Guang was completely enraged.

His head was pressed against the cold cement wall, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

The nauseating stench rushed into my lungs through my respiratory tract.

Yang Guang stared directly into the captain's eyes, showing no sign of backing down: "You're from the Criminal Investigation Division, right?"

"You guys must have been at just as many murder scenes, right?"

Yang Guang suddenly raised his voice, his clear shout echoing through the enclosed corridor, making the policemen's eardrums buzz: "Have you ever seen the Giant's Observation?"

Have you ever been to the high-temperature morgue at the forensic identification center?

With the use of the highly technical terms "Yang Guang"...

The two policemen supporting Yang Guang paused very slightly.

The captain's fingers, which were gripping Yang Guang's collar, tightened suddenly at that moment.

The police officers' professional ethics and their instincts honed from years of working on the front lines have given them an irresistible conditioned reflex to vocabulary specific to this particular scenario.

Yang Guang suddenly tilted his chin toward the open security door inside the house.

He spoke extremely fast, enunciating each word heavily, but his voice was very low: "Now you all need to clear your noses!"

"Use your professional experience from investigating countless murder scenes to take a good sniff!"

"This whole room reeks of a sour, fermenting stench that's been building up for a whole month. It's awful! Can't you professionals tell it's the smell of a corpse?"

"What?"

The two words still resonated in the air.

The three special police officers supporting Yang Guang stopped moving in unison.

The square-faced police captain's expression cracked at a visible speed.

His face was full of hesitation and disbelief!

Followed by.

The captain quickly turned his head and gave a very subtle wink to the two team members on his left and right.

The two SWAT officers immediately released their hands from Yang Guang's neck and adopted a tactical alert stance.

Riot shields were instantly erected, positioned at the very front.

The dark muzzle of the gun pressed down, locking onto the old man, covered in lividity, who was still standing next to the shoe rack in the room.

The powerful beam of the tactical flashlight swept back and forth over the old man.

Yang Guang was finally able to straighten his back.

He stretched his aching shoulder and patted the wall plaster stuck to his faded tracksuit.

Yang Guang could read the police officers' every move with his eyes closed.

That's absolutely a gross misinterpretation.

Their primary line of reasoning is that there is a highly decomposed corpse hidden in this room.

These people even came to regard the smiling old man as an extremely perverted murderer and corpse-concealing maniac.

Absolutely.

If he really is a psychopathic killer, then things will be easier to handle!

That thing was at least a living person, a mortal being, and if it got shot, it would still have to lie down obediently.

But with this thing in front of him, let alone shooting it, even if you brought a mortar over to bombard it on the spot, this old man would only think you were bothering him to cook for his grandson.

These are walking corpses!

A powder keg that's ready to explode at the slightest touch!

The captain took a half step forward, his right hand already touching the edge of the holster on his waist, his thumb even unfastening the buckle.

He turned his head and stared intently at Yang Guang's face, asking in a low voice, "How can you be sure this is the smell of a corpse?"

"You came here in the middle of the night, and you seem to know so much about what's going on inside?"

In the dead of night, a young man in tattered sportswear actually managed to remind them that what they smelled was the stench of a corpse.

This is a hundred times more outrageous than a suspect running into the police station shouting "Arrest me!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes dramatically.

How the hell do you explain this?

You can't exactly stand in the sixth-floor hallway and loudly announce that you became the last Celestial Master at the age of sixteen, can you?

Or is it that you specialize in this underworld cuisine, a profession perfectly suited to your needs?

If they really said that, these materialist pioneers could pull out a transfer order from a mental hospital on the spot and send themselves there for isolation and observation overnight.

"Never mind how I know that."

Yang Guang raised his right hand, his index finger stretched straight out, pointing directly at the old man inside the house who was still giving them a strange smile: "The corpse you're looking for is right there standing there..."