Shen Xing also followed everyone to plug their ears,

In fact, he didn't feel any discomfort just now, but he thought that the sound of the piano was very good at first, but then it slowly went out of tune, and it became like a bear child beating the keys indiscriminately.

He deliberately let go of his fingers, and immediately heard the extremely noisy sound of the piano again.

Zhennima was terrible, like a hungry ghost beating on the coffin board, desperately begging and screaming, he had to plug his ears.

Shen Xing turned his head to look at the inspector again, and found that his eyes were closed, and the expression on his face seemed to be very painful, as if he had fallen into a dream.

Shen Xing also hurriedly pretended to be very painful and closed his eyes, and couldn't help but complain in his heart, being a funny actor is actually quite aggrieved, and he often has to be involuntarily, his face is smiling, and his heart is crying.

Shen Xing had already understood that he seemed to be immune to that terrifying qin sound, but he didn't dare to expose this secret, so he wouldn't be stupid enough to use this to pretend to be blind.

That nasty piano song is finally over.

Everyone put their fingers down, feeling like they had a protracted nightmare, still in a trance and couldn't wake up, and some people even suddenly exclaimed, "Why am I here, why are you all here?" ”

Lord Morgan had a terrible headache at the moment, and he almost asked Professor Brian next to him, why am I here, why are you here.

The middle-aged man, George, kept his face strained and stared coldly at the dim light in the small villa.

……

The detectives from the Detective Bureau are finally here.

Lord Morgan has also come to his senses.

Old Jon pointed in that direction and motioned for the two detectives to come.

Shen Xing also looked up.

I saw two people in black blazers, dark blue jeans, sunglasses, and cowboy hats, very dick and cock walking slowly.

They're just cool, like the two sand sculptures in black in a Hollywood movie.

Inspector Hunter was obviously disdainful, and said coldly: "They just like to dress like a cowboy, nouveau riche." ”

Shen Xing turned his head to look at him, very puzzled.

Why did all this earth vocabulary come out?

Suddenly, I understood that the detective was referring to the gang of people in the New World, and those people gave the people in the Western Continent the feeling that they were herding cows, nouveau riche, and uneducated.

The two detectives slowly walked up to Lord Morgan and began to report to their home.

"Your Excellency, I beg your pardon, we are detectives of the Detective Bureau, temporary numbers 002 and 003, we are late, we have just arrived from Magada."

Lord Morgan nodded, and instead of criticizing them, he said, "It's hard work, I'll leave it to you here." ”

"Don't worry, sir."

Man A in sunglasses turned his head to look at so many onlookers, and had to turn his head to look at Lord Morgan again.

Lord Morgan understood what he meant and had to clear the field.

As the executive director of St. Ann's College, he has the authority to ask everyone present to recuse himself.

Lord Morgan waved his hand, "Let's go back, it's up to the detectives." ”

Shen Xing was a little surprised, he didn't expect these two men in sunglasses to be so dicked that they would dare to play big names in St. Ann's Academy.

Everyone seemed to be accustomed to it, and began to go in their own direction one after another.

Just then, the lights on the first floor of the cottage came on.

Someone exclaimed, "Oh my God! It's Mrs. Winston, how is that possible? ”

Everyone hurriedly stopped and looked back.

The Lady Winston came out of the room, her face heavily painted, and her mouth dejectedly cried, "Help me, save me, save me......"

Inspector Hunter couldn't help but say, "That's not Mrs. Winston. ”

Of course, Shen Xing knew that he was not Mrs. Winston, because the voice was obviously male, and his face looked very young, although he was wearing heavy makeup, but carefully identifying his facial features, it should be a Western face.

Shen Xing simply added: "He's not a zombie, we misunderstood just now, he's a living person." Now he wears Mrs. Winston's wig and clothes, which must have been taken from the wax figure. ”

The detective in sunglasses, man A, had quickly drawn his gun, fired two shots at Mrs. Winston's chest, and quickly retracted the gun.

Mrs. Winston didn't fall, he shook, stretched out his hands, and pounced on the man in sunglasses with his teeth and claws.

In the distance, the middle-aged man George shook his head, stiffened his face and whispered, "It's too rubbish." "It means that you should hit him in the head, hit him twice in the chest, why are you doing it, he is not a woman.

Man A in sunglasses stood there silently, and when Mrs. Winston was about to grab him, she jerked her leg up and kicked him back into the house.

After kicking, he immediately walked back, it should be that the homework is finished, and now change to the sunglasses man B to do the homework, and the two have a division of labor.

The door or furniture should have been smashed, Lord Morgan couldn't help frowning.

Mrs. Winston rushed out of the house again, and what awaited him was a long Oriental katana.

Man B in sunglasses picked up a kick first, kicked him into the sky, and flew almost thirty or forty meters high. When he fell down and fell almost down, he decisively waved the long knife in his hand and gave him a slash in the air.

In an instant, the corpse fell to the ground, and blood spilled into the air.

Sparse applause began to erupt, but no one applauded.

Shen Xing feels that he hasn't enjoyed it yet, why is it over, this is too "coping", right?

The two men in sunglasses had already finished work, took out all kinds of props, pots, cans, brushes, etc., and began to squat down to clean the scene, remove the blood stains on the ground, and look like busy housewives and men, so they almost tied their scarves.

Inspector Hunter was stunned at the moment and muttered, "I know who he is." ”

Shen Xing asked urgently: "Who?" ”

"I can't say."

The two men in sunglasses had almost cleaned up and began to dispose of the corpse.

As if they were playing a trick, the corpses on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Shen Xing's eyes straightened when he saw it.

This must have been the use of props, using props like storage rings to take away the corpse, presumably to take it back for study.

"Let's go, the movie is over."

Inspector Hunter poked Shen Xing's shoulder with his fingers, turned his head and left.

The two whispered like old friends.

"Is it happening?" Shen Xing asked.

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"Maybe a sequel."

"I'm looking forward to it."

After the detective finished speaking, he suddenly felt awkward, how could I have such evil thoughts? Shouldn't it be the hope that the series of murders will end there?

Shen Xing asked, "Where did that zombie go?" ”

"Which zombie?"

"The one I smashed in the head with a wine bottle."

The inspector gasped and almost forgot about it.

Just now the two of us stupid people were desperately chasing the zombies, in fact, they were not zombies, no wonder his IQ was so high, he was a living person, and he was a very talented young musician, it is estimated that he was playing the piano, not a wax figure.

Shen Xing and Inspector Hunter both thought of a question, what was his state when he started running away from the hotel? Sober ordinary people, or have they already fallen into evil?

If he was a sober ordinary man, how did he know that the carriage contained a wax figure of Mrs. Winston, and how did he know that he had to run to Madame's cottage? Does he know the consequences of doing so? Did he already have the idea of death? Perhaps, this is the so-called dedication of Suspect X, right?

What's worse is that where did the escaped zombie go? It slipped out under everyone's noses, which was almost impossible. So, it's now hidden in some corner of the city? Will it pop up at any time and strike a fatal blow?

Both were thinking, and their heads were swollen with thought.

In short, this series of transcendent killings should have something to do with the late Mrs. Winston, right?

Inspector Hunter also wants to go somewhere else, those terrible underground forbidden orders, they may also make all kinds of weird incidents......

In short, Palm City is like a mysterious city, calm on the surface, but surreptitiously turbulent.

"Where are you going now?" Shen Xing asked.

"Go home and sleep, tired and haven't slept for a few days, what about you?"

"It's also going home to sleep."

"I hope I can get a good night's sleep."

"That's what I thought too."