Zhao Huang is dead, and the case is over.

Although there are still some things to deal with later, for example, the guy who is deep at the bottom of the lake, and the copper coffin in front of him.

But those things are the things of me and Su Qingya.

For Chen Ming's people, they can breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Ming's people, these times, for this case, should have been a little busy and couldn't stand it, and they didn't want to solve this case as soon as possible, and they should inform Chen Ming of the good news.

His finger was pressing the phone number, and his colleague was still muttering in his heart.

Su Qingya should also be called over, when Su Qingya saw this copper coffin, she didn't know how excited she would be, after all, Su Qingya had been working hard for this copper coffin.

Unexpectedly, the bronze coffin was next to us.

"Hey, Officer Chen, it's me, there's a message for you......" I said.

Just when I called Chen Ming, behind me, a terrifying change was taking place.

I only saw Zhao Huang's headless corpse, lying quietly on the ground.

On the broken neck, blood was constantly flowing outside, and the ground was already a large wet patch.

The black markings that originally permeated Zhao Huang's body did not disappear, but at this time, they writhed and wriggled like a poisonous snake.

Zhao Huang's body gradually emerged one after another cracks.

No, those cracks didn't appear on their own.

Those cracks appeared under the wriggling of those poisonous snake-like black markings, as if these poisonous snakes used their fangs to tear the skin on Zhao Huang's body alive.

Immediately, those black lines submerged into Zhao Huang's body little by little, and gradually disappeared, and the skin returned to its normal color, but those cracks still looked quite terrifying.

The head has been shattered, and the guy is dead and can't die anymore.

But just after those black lines were submerged, the fingers that fell next to him suddenly shook slightly.

In the next second, those fingers suddenly opened and grabbed the sharp machete again.

Little by little, he climbed up from the ground.

"I'll tell you, I really didn't lie to you, the murderer of the serial murder case has been found, and I killed him, it is the owner of the hotel where I live, that guy is the real Zhao Huang, I didn't lie to you, you will know when you come here." I kept explaining to Chen Ming.

That idiot, who didn't believe me at all, was able to solve this problem that had plagued them for so long in such a short period of time.

Sorrowful and sloppy......

Just as I was explaining to Chen Ming, my ears suddenly twitched twice, as if I heard a strange sound behind me.

In this place, there was only me, and the bronze coffin, plus the white bones, and the corpse behind him that had become tattered, and no one else existed at all.

In this environment, there was such a voice all of a sudden, which made my body tremble slightly.

I only felt a chill down my spine, and a layer of goosebumps emerged on my body.

The voice that was originally talking to Chen Ming also stopped abruptly at this time.

"Officer Bai, you speak, Officer Bai, what's wrong with you?" Inside the phone, Officer Bai's voice echoed.

But now, I don't have time to answer Chen Ming's questions.

His throat squirmed slightly, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his body suddenly turned around, while his left hand clutched the saber.

At the moment when my body just turned around, I saw a headless figure in front of me.

That was Zhao Huang's body that had my head shattered before.

This guy's head has been shattered by me, and he can still stand up, can it be said that he has become a ghoul like Wang Shan?

An extremely terrifying thought instantly crossed my mind.

But there was no time left for me to think about more things, and at the moment when I just turned around, Zhao Huang's headless corpse had already grabbed the machete in his hand and rushed towards me.

I don't have a head, but this guy can find exactly where I am.

Moreover, that one is faster than before.

At least twice as fast, I could barely handle it before, but now, I didn't have time to react at all, this guy had rushed in front of my eyes, and the machete in his hand slashed down at my face.

The Great Crisis.

There was no time to think in his head, almost instinctively, his arm suddenly raised, and the saber in his hand resisted the blade of that guy.

Although my strength is not small, but the strength from the machete is even greater than I can imagine, I only feel a huge force coming, my arm, as if it is about to break at this time.

Under the impact of that force, the body kept retreating.

The arms are numb, and the left hand is not