Great, we're doomed now!

Because the investigation is still ongoing, the body was placed in the morgue in the basement... The body was lost for no reason, but it's impossible to take such a thing out of the police station openly.

Today is my shift. No one else has discovered this yet, but if it doesn't match the records, it will eventually come to light, and then it will be difficult to close the case quietly.

“Hmm…” Polnareff remained silent.

If J. Gale's body was stolen, the most likely culprit would be his mother and accomplice, the old woman Enya mentioned by Ye Shou.

This was something I had expected, but it still surprised Polnareff:

It was the 1990s, and communication methods were not as advanced. News was only available every day or two, let alone finding out where a body was being kept.

Ye Shou said that this Enya is a fortune teller... and she has real skills, right?

"Don't panic. It's probably done by that bastard's accomplice. Once we get him back, everything will be fine."

“If it were just that, it would be fine. It’s just a corpse, and we haven’t lost anything. But this is not a simple matter, J.”

The sheriff took a deep breath. Years of experience in handling cases had made him calm in any situation, and he rarely experienced such a tense moment.

"Also lost were five other bodies from the morgue. It would have been almost impossible to move so many large items out without being noticed by the guards."

Moreover, I carefully examined the freezers and found no fingerprints or sweat residue on the handles, which could be explained by the prisoner wearing gloves... but I did find scratches on the inside of the freezers and body bags!

Based on my experience, it's definitely left by a human fingernail!

"What!" Polnareff was startled.

Do you know what this means?

"The corpse... crawled out on its own?" Bobo swallowed hard.

The sheriff was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone before saying, "I don't believe such a thing! It must be that the criminal used some kind of magic trick to create these traces in order to interfere with the investigation."

In short, since this has happened, you need to be careful lately... What happened?

"Hmm?" The sheriff's sudden change of tone surprised Polnareff.

"Uncle Pierre?"

"It's nothing...it looks like just a dead rat. Strange, the temperature here shouldn't be...what! Ah!"

Suddenly, a commotion erupted on the other end of the phone, as if something had fallen to the ground. The piercing whistling sound made Polnareff's brow furrow.

"It moved! What is that?!"

"Uncle! What happened?"

"A corpse! It's a corpse, and it's moving—oh no! Damn it, I've been bitten!"

beep------

The call ended, leaving only the busy tone and Pierre's screams echoing in my ears.

"..."

In his anxiety, Polnareff immediately turned the dial, but as soon as he got his hands on it, he suddenly remembered that if the other party was also a Stand user, then no matter how many police officers arrived at the scene, they would all be killed. Calling for backup would be like adding fuel to the fire.

Without hesitation, Polnareff chose to go out alone!

We must not ignore Pierre!

Whether they're zombies or ghouls, no matter how many come, I'll cut them all down!

Confident in himself, Bobo was fearless and focused solely on rescuing Pierre, without even informing his family.

But when he took out his helmet, he saw his striking mohawk in the reflective surface and was momentarily dazed. He finally took out his communicator and sent a text message, but before Ye Shou could reply, he got on his motorcycle and sped away with the roar of the engine!

...Perhaps it was a seasonal issue, but a thick fog rolled in at night. At first, I didn't notice it, but gradually it became difficult to see objects more than ten meters away. The beams of the car headlights could not penetrate the thick fog, forcing Bobo to slow down, and he became increasingly anxious.

Is this really the way to the police station?

This feels so strange!

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the thick fog ahead, and at the same time, a faint voice came... someone was calling for help!

"who is it?"

The tires left scorching marks on the ground as Bobo crossed the motorcycle, ready for action.

"Just stand there, don't come any closer!"

"...J? Is it J?!"

The surprised voice made Polunarev's expression change. He immediately got off his motorcycle and went forward to catch the figure who stumbled out of the thick fog—it was Pierre.

"Uncle, what's going on?"

Polnareff saw that his face was deathly pale, and the once tough man now looked as terrified as a dead man.

"The body...the body is moving...we can't find anyone...whoa...run! We have to go! They're coming!"

What is coming? A corpse?

"Eek! It's here!"

The sheriff, sitting on the ground, pointed in terror. Polnareff looked up and saw shadowy figures gathering in the thick fog.

From his stiff movements and his uncle's terrified expression, Bobo had already realized what was going on.

Oh~~~

A figure leaped forward like a fish!

"[Silver Chariot]!"

Bobo stood before Pierre, his posture as straight as a sharp sword. With a downward slash of his hand, a silver metal knight appeared from the void, its slender blade cleaving the opponent in two, yet strangely, little blood flowed out.

The pieces of flesh lying on the ground were a dull gray color, the clothes were tattered, and they exuded a strong smell of decay.

It really was a corpse!

As if something had been disturbed, even more figures rushed out the next moment!

Polnareff smiled confidently at this, saying, "Speaking of which, I've always been a bit annoyed that zombies in games can only be killed by fire—"

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

A flurry of silver flashes!

In just one second, the five corpses were cut into sixteen pieces!

"Since it's a physical object, why not just chop it into pieces?"

Countless corpses lay hidden in the thick fog, but Polnareff handled them with ease. The fog restricted his vision, providing a perfect shield for the numerous enemies. However, Silver Chariot was a melee Stand, and its range was Polnareff's "kingdom"!

Even if someone rushes out from a blind spot, he will pierce them with a backhand sword.

As a swordsman, his hearing and sense of danger were extremely sharp, and his speed was far beyond what these corpses could match.

"Too slow! Too slow! If this is all we can do, no matter how many there are, it won't be enough for me to kill!"

"Hurry up and get on stage yourself, you mastermind!"

Polunarev appeared completely relaxed, even having the leisure to protect Pierre, until—

laugh!

"Oh no! I'm going to die! No!"

"what?!"

The "corpse" that was stabbed actually let out a scream!

Upon closer inspection, this guy was different from the other enemies; his clothes were perfectly neat, and he turned out to be a terrified policeman!

"Raul? What are you doing!"

"I! I don't know! Don't kill me, Polnareff!"

The man recognized Bobo, and in his shock, the silver chariot slowed down as the surrounding corpses surged forward.

"Damn it! Did a living person sneak in there?"

With his exceptional eyesight, Polnareff swiftly spotted a living target among the corpses, even though he was already surrounded.

"Silver Chariot!"

The knight circled three feet in the air and unleashed thirteen consecutive sword strikes in an instant, sending rotting heads flying. The two surviving police officers, however, remained unharmed, as Bobo dodged the blows.

Bang!

With a raised knee and a downward elbow strike, he delivered a merciless blow that knocked the person to the ground.

—Didn't expect my physical skills to be so amazing?

Having trained since childhood, and with over fifteen years of self-discipline and honing his skills, he now unleashes them without reservation, making him invincible to any enemy, no matter how cunning they may be!

A surge of pride rose within Bobo: "Little Flower's tricks are useless! Show yourself quickly!"

Bang!

—A piercing pain shot through his waist, and Polnareff turned around and his eyes widened in shock.

"Pierre... Uncle?"

Pierre, holding up his police revolver, looked shocked and seemed unaware of what had happened, but the wisp of smoke coming from the muzzle proved that he had shot Bobo!

However, his hand holding the gun was trembling, which was probably why he couldn't hit the target accurately.

"I! Please forgive me... my hand, this hand won't obey me!"

Disobeying orders?

Bobo glanced at it and saw a hole running through Pierre's hand, but strangely there was no blood around it.

Hole?

Suddenly, scenes of the stolen body, the police officers who were caught in the act, and Pierre firing the gun flashed through Bobo's mind.

"Is it not enslaving the dead, but rather physical manipulation?!"

not good!

He had a deep misunderstanding from the very beginning!

Silver Chariot had been by his side since childhood, and to him it was like a guardian spirit or magic, so he immediately assumed that the other's Stand ability was similar to a wizard controlling the dead.

But in reality, the essence of ability cannot be judged solely by its manifestation!