After running like this for several minutes, this Obasan didn't know how many people she had killed, and she finally stopped.

The woman's steps began to slow and stagger, as if she had exhausted all her vital energy, and she had lost even the strength to support her balance.

The redness of her eyes became more and more obvious, and the woman sat down on the ground, her eyes still staring at me without blinking. Then, she raised the kitchen knife in her hand.

I watched from afar, wondering what she was going to do. It was at this moment that something unexpected happened.

The Obasan stabbed the knife into her neck, and in an instant blood splattered, and her already thin body suddenly dried up like an inflated doll.

Blood splattered to the ground, staining a large area of concrete red. The blood was dark red and smelled of a pungent stench. The smell was not at all the smell of blood that a normal living person should have. I'm afraid that even the corpses of dog days don't stink to this extent.

What's wrong with this small township? The woman in front of you, what's going on? I felt like I didn't have enough head for a while.

Almost all the people around escaped and most of the people who did not escape were dead and wounded lying on the ground. The dead quietly maintain the fear and posture of death, and the living groan, painful and miserable.

The whole street was empty, and I was the only one left who could stand on my legs. As far as the eye could see, I was the only one standing, and the early morning sun tore my shadow long and dim.

There was a smell of blood in the air, and there was a faint eerie aura.

I took a deep breath and cautiously walked over to the mad Obasan's corpse, right hand in my coat pocket, and gripped the small pistol inside. Sure enough, his reaction ability is still far behind, if it was the old man Yang Junfei, or even the old woman Lin Zhiyan, I am afraid that he would have taken out a gun and killed this madman in the first place. And he was always worried about this and that, and by the time he remembered that he still had a gun, the madman had already killed many people.

sighed slightly, but there was not much guilt in the depths of his heart. I have always been accustomed to seeing life and death, my nerves are numb, and my thinking seems to have become less good and evil.

However, the response of the police station in this hellish place is really not ordinarily slow, and no one has come to see the situation for so long. Or did none of the people who escaped call the police?

The distance of more than thirty meters was quickly crossed. I went to the body of the madman who had committed suicide and carefully kicked her with my toes, but there was no response. Only then did he squint and squat.

As I got closer, I finally got a clear picture of the murderer's true face. After her death, her expression soothed, as if relieved. She is in her early forties, she is well maintained, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes are well controlled, so she should have frequent makeup. If you look closely, you will even feel a hint of charm and some beauty.

After the woman committed suicide, she collapsed to the ground like a shriveled balloon. I pinched her hand muscles with my hands, and the muscles were loose and full of fat, not like they were exercising regularly. But how did she do that kind of accurate killing method, it is estimated that she is an ordinary killer, and she is not as stable as her hands.

And no matter how you look at it, this woman is just an ordinary Obasan. Like your mother, or my mother, there is nothing different about a housewife. The woman's face is kind, and it remains so even after death. I opened her closed eyes, and the redness in them was long gone.

At this moment, a strange thing happened.

As soon as my hand left the woman's eyes, the corpse's plucked eyelids fell off, as if they were not fleshy, but made of pure mud.

Domino effect. The woman's entire face changed. The originally fair face began to turn a sauce color, and then a gray-brown color. Everything on his face flowed down as if it were a thin mud of water. First the nose, then the ears, and when they fell to the ground, they melted into a pile of mud, real mud.

The corpse's mouth was blocked by the mud from its skin, and its pale eyes flowed out of its sockets along the mud, and a thin nerve was attached to the back of the eyeball.

I almost threw up this scene.

In just a minute, the woman's face had completely melted into mud, and all the skin and flesh had melted away, flowing to the ground, exuding a disgusting stench. All that remained of the corpse's head was a snow-white skull.

Resisting my nausea and inner shock, I carefully examined the body again with gloves on. It was soon determined that the location of the corpse's mutation was only the head, and the rest of the body was intact, with no signs of any changes in flesh and skin.

Without pause, I took out a bottle and filled it with a little of the mud that had been turned from human flesh, and I put it in my pocket. Involuntarily, his gaze stayed on the corpse again.

Although I have encountered many disgusting corpses and strange and inexplicable events in the past, this time is the most unbearable for me. Whether it was the state of the corpse's face or the stench it emitted, it was constantly attacking the roughness of the nerves in my brain.

I didn't go to this small town for a day, and I was able to encounter so many things. Whether it was the girl in the morning who seemed to be able to see something that didn't exist in the air, or the crazy Obasang in front of me, I was very concerned.

The breath of Jade Township faintly reveals an unusual, like the calm before the mountain rain is coming. The people here have a bad attitude and are cold. Obasang here is killing like crazy, and all of this is different from the data I read before I came.

This small village is already sick, and it is not light. I just don't know what the root cause of this so-called disease is, and what the impact will be on everyone.

After everything was done and everything that could be collected was collected, the sound of the siren was finally heard in my ears. I looked around, thought about it, and finally walked towards a hidden place.

Now is not the time to contact the police, and for some reason, there is always a faint feeling of uneasiness in my heart. It's as if the police here will definitely not help me.

Crazy Obasang had a wallet with hundreds of dollars in it and an ID card. The ID card has an address, No. 2, the first floor of Unit 3, Building 4, Baima Community, Yushi Township. Her name is Zhang Suqun.

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