Conan Doyle had just gotten out of the police car and was slumped on the ground, and the corpse in front of him had lost its former appearance, and many arms had grown behind it, and they continued to extend like branches.

All the officers present were dead, hanging high on their arms, like fruit from a tree, but the arms holding the corpse's skulls had not changed, and the two heads were resting with their eyes closed.

It took a while for Conan Doyle to come to his senses and take out his pistol and shoot three times at the corpse.

"Bang bang bang!"

Before the bullet could reach the corpse, it was shot down by the growing arm.

"What the hell is going on!"

Conan Doyle didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly hid in the car and prepared to evacuate.

The two heads held in the corpse's hands suddenly laughed and opened their eyes, as if mocking Conan Doyle's ignorance.

In an instant, an arm directly shattered the windshield of the police car, grabbed Conan Doyle's neck, and lifted him high.

Due to the loss of his center of gravity and the feeling of suffocation, Conan Doyle was a little dizzy for a while, only to feel that the contents of his stomach kept gushing out, and when he reached his throat, he was forced to block.

"Damn it!"

He tried to pull out the pistol from his waist, and the corpse seemed to sense something, reaching out again to lock his hands firmly.

"Can this guy guess what I'm trying to do? Is it still alive? Knowing that my pistol would pose a threat to it, he restricted my movements...... What the hell is this? ”

Conan Doyle didn't expect a dead corpse to be able to think like a living thing.

At the moment of crisis, the sound of the violin came from nowhere, accompanied by singing.

When the corpse heard the song, the arms behind it kept retracting, and the two heads gradually closed their eyes, as if nothing had happened.

The officers who had been impaled through the chest by their arms fell.

The arm that was holding Conan Doyle's throat suddenly let go.

He fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

When he woke up again, he was already lying in the hospital, and his bedside were Sherlock Holmes and Wang Feng.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Holmes lit a cigarette and looked at Conan Doyle and smiled, "You guy, you're finally awake." I thought your old bones were going to die...... Let's start by saying that if you're dead, I don't have the money to give you a part. ”

"Whew...... Ahem, I don't want to play tricks on you, it's great to survive. Conan Doyle closed his eyes and looked very enjoyed.

"What the hell is going on?" Wang Feng hurriedly asked.

Holmes took a puff of his cigarette, then slowly spit at Conan Doyle, "Hurry up and tell me what's going on?" When we arrived, we saw you lying alone on the ground and sleeping. ”

Conan Doyle felt that something was wrong, frowned, opened his eyes, and looked at Holmes: "How is it possible?" Don't you see those officers? They were all killed by that monster. He looked suspicious, how could he be the only one lying on the ground? He had seen the monster kill all the officers present.

Sherlock Holmes touched Conan Doyle's head with his hand, his face heavy.

"I wonder if you don't have a fever, why did you suddenly start talking nonsense? When we arrived at the scene, we saw you lying on the ground alone, and what kind of corpse was there? ”

Hearing Holmes's words, Conan Doyle almost didn't jump out of bed, and roared loudly: "I'm not lying, there were two corpses at that point before, and they looked very weird......"

"Calm down first...... Holmes didn't say he didn't believe you. Wang Feng was very excited when he saw Conan Doyle's emotions, so he quickly calmed down.

Holmes didn't keep his mouth shut, but sneered angrily: "I said you guy is just old and dizzy...... It's all at this age, so it's time to retire. ”

"Whew! Call...... ...... exhaled, "Conan Doyle was so angry that he almost didn't die on the spot.

"Watson, this Sherlock Holmes guy doesn't believe what I say, but you have to believe it. The two bodies were still alive and turned into monsters, killing all the officers present. He looked at Wang Feng weakly and wanted Wang Feng to believe in himself.

Holmes immediately found the loophole and hurriedly barred: "You said you killed all the police officers, aren't you a police officer?" Why aren't you dead? Then blame me for believing in Buddhism, showing mercy and letting you go? He sighed and spread his hands: "Can't you tell a lie?" There are a lot of loopholes, and you still want others to believe you, how can you believe that seeing is believing and hearing is false? When we arrived at the scene, you were lying on the ground alone, could it be that we had a problem with our eyes? ”

"I don't have a penchant for sleeping outside in broad daylight...... You son of a bitch! ”

Conan Doyle picked up the apple on the table and threw it at Holmes, who just twisted his waist to avoid the apple.

"Say less!" Wang Feng hurriedly asked Sherlock Holmes not to speak, and then looked at Conan Doyle: "What the hell is going on?" ”

Conan Doyle sighed: "I was already back to the police station, and after calling you, a police officer suddenly told me that something had changed at the scene and that the body had come back to life, which I felt was nonsense. So without saying a word, I drove to the scene. ”

"So you slept on the ground?" Sherlock Holmes looked at Conan Doyle with a very strange look.

Conan Doyle ignored Sherlock Holmes and then said to Wang Feng: "When I arrived at the scene, I found that countless arms had grown from the back of the corpse, and they extended outward like branches, and all the police officers present were killed on the spot by the corpse's arms inserted into their chests, just like the fruit on a tree, hanging high. ”

"Like the fruit of a tree?" Wang Feng glanced at Sherlock Holmes.

"I sat down on the ground in a fit of rage, and when I came to my senses, I pulled out my pistol and shot at the monster, only to have all the bullets blocked by its arms." Conan Doyle recalls what had happened before and described it vividly, his face still tinged with panic.

"It's the weirdest thing I've ever encountered in my life, and I quickly got into the car and prepared to leave, but the monster just stretched out its arms and grabbed me by the neck and lifted me high. When I tried to pull out my pistol, the monster reached out two more arms and grabbed my arms directly, restricting movement. It's like knowing what I'm going to do. The more Conan Doyle spoke, the more excited he became, only to feel a chill in his back, and he didn't want to try it again.