Police cars crowded in front of a residential home.

Will and Jack crossed the cordon.

"The time of the crime was probably between 10 o'clock last night and 1 o'clock in the morning, and no murder weapons or bullets were found at the scene." Jack, as usual, said lightly, because the scene had just been discovered, there were still many clues that had not yet been forged.

(To be clear, this story takes place sometime in the late last century, before surveillance cameras were ubiquitous on the streets.) ）

Will nodded and closed his glasses slightly.

The police officers present seemed to know Will, and when they saw him coming, they all stopped what they were doing and stood far away.

This is not only because it is better not to disturb Will while he is working, but also because it is ...... No one likes to get too close to such a withdrawn monster.

......

When Will opened his eyes again, his gaze had lost focus, as if he was in a sleepwalking state.

He stared blankly around the lawn in front of the house, his eyes sweeping over a few fresh footprints.

"I was over 190 centimeters tall and weighed up to 100 kilograms, my feet were covered in mud and I had broken the dead leaves of many different trees, so I didn't drive...... Along the way, I walked with the darkness of the night and walked towards this house. ”

Will's tone became slow and long, like that of a self-narrator. He puffed up his chest and walked forward, his steps seemed to be heavy, as if he was already a tall and strong man of 200 pounds at the moment.

He walked up the stairs to the door, touched a large broken hole in the door with his fingers, and looked into the porch.

"I stood here for a while, probably knocking on the door, and the owner of the room saw me from inside the door, and he was probably frightened, staggered back a few steps, and when he fell, pulled off the hanging ornament on the porch......"

As he spoke, Will suddenly raised his arms and made a wave.

"I had a sharp blade in my hand, very thick and strong, probably an axe, and I slashed at the door, and then lifted the large panel with my bare hands...... I walked in as if nothing had happened. I watched as the owner of the room stepped back in fear, picking up everything I could reach and throwing it at me, but I was strong enough to dodge at all. Then...... A baseball bat was thrown at me......"

Will looked at the mess of shoes and hanging ornaments on the floor, and finally stood next to a broken baseball bat, and said blankly.

"The baseball bat hit me in the back from behind and snapped, the man was very hard, it was supposed to be a man...... But it didn't hurt me. ”

Suddenly, Will turned around and swung a knife sideways in the direction of the blood stains on the wall.

As soon as I turned around, I slashed the man's neck with a sharp blade, and before he could react, blood splattered onto the roof...... The other person, then, was probably a woman, and she began to scream and retreat into a corner, but I knew no mercy and I smiled innocently...... Walking towards her, he left a fatal wound on her body, and the blood was like boiling hot water that blew out, instantly staining the carpet and the entire wall...... The wound is huge...... Very big ......"

"Cut off ......," Will muttered, then smiled innocently.

But then, he fell into an extremely strange state, as if he had been stopped at the door of some kind of dream, and he could not enter at all.

"But...... But...... What about corpses? ”

He stood in the corner, blankly asking himself, but he could not answer himself......

Suddenly, he saw something again, and Will leaned down, and in the blood that had not yet dried up, he found something he had never seen before.

"What is this......" Will seemed to have no way to continue the profile, so he broke away from the "substitution mode" and asked Jack, who had been standing in the doorway and listening, suspiciously.

"Footprints!" Jack replied.

"Footprints...... How could anyone have such footprints? Is it a mutilated prosthesis? ”

"I didn't say it was human......" Jack said with a moment's hesitation.

Will seemed to shudder violently, remembering the few pig hairs that Jack had handed him in his classroom an hour earlier......

......

......

"Rochester City", at this time in the early 21st century, this city can be regarded as the largest metropolis in the United States, with four distinct seasons and developed industry, no matter from any point of view, it is much better than "Gotham City".

Especially the criminals here, they are very polite, which is reflected in the fact that they do not often blow up banks or make corpses in batches, and the prisoners here are always very well-behaved guns and convenience stores, holding unloaded pistols to scare those drunkards who do not return home at night, at most they will break the heads of several people on impulse, and they will not make a public announcement after the collapse, and they will even be distressed for several days because of this trivial matter.

Therefore, Ziliang likes it very much, after all, there are no explosions every now and then, and there are no sirens all night, so he can sleep more or less well.

......

It's been about two weeks since I came to this plane.

This time, the location of the "Coffin of Eternal Life" is very bad, it appeared at the corner of a busy street, and the flow of people on this street is very large, so even this small hospital that looks old and even has a sign that simply says "HOSPITAL" will still welcome a few patients every day.

And several of these patients have become "regulars".

Yes, they're the kind of bastard patients who get upset or sleep badly every day or two, and they're here for a clear purpose......

"Remember to go home and take your medicine on time." A gentle voice came.

Of course, this voice was not from Ziliang, but Harry from the nurse's office next door. Quinn.

After saying goodbye to her cute little pudding, this beautiful girl seems to have gradually regained her original state in the physiotherapy industry, so during this time, almost all the patients are handled by her.

Of course...... That's why there are always a few patients who don't know whether they are alive or dead and come to this hospital.

An office worker uncle who had stripped his hair from the pressure of work at first glance walked out of the hospital door with a smile.

"Uh...... Where is he uncomfortable today? Ziliang asked, holding his notes and spreading them out in his smoky office.

Harry. Quinn twisted his waist and leaned against the door: "I didn't pay attention to it, anyway, it was also hanging salt water." ”

Ziliang nodded, calculated the frequency of this uncle's visit to the hospital, and felt that if he was obsessed with staring at Quinn's chest, then he should not have met "Pego" so soon.

Oh, I forgot to mention before, "Pego" is a pig.

Old Joey's ......