The northern suburbs of the reservoir are far from the urban area, in the Chidoriyama generation.

With beautiful scenery, warm in winter and cool in summer, Chidoi Mountain has always been a summer resort in Xiyang City. Developers have built villas here, and basically people who live here are either rich or expensive.

The deceased was a woman, about twenty years old, and judging from her dress, she should have been a lady from a wealthy family.

Of course, this rich and noble family may be a rich and noble family, or it may be a famous night club in the city.

There was a force police car parked next to the reservoir, and seven or eight police officers were busy.

These policemen all know me, and one of the little girls is named Wenwen, who has a very good personal relationship with Yan Wushuang, so she greeted me warmly and joked from afar: "Huangquan is here, why do you still have a small oil bottle?" ”

Jiu'er rolled her eyes, pouted her small mouth, and said in a milky voice: "Childish!" ”

Wenwen giggled in amusement.

I pinched Jiu'er's face and asked, "Sister Wenwen, where is my sister?" ”

Wenwen looked into the distance.

Yan Wushuang was questioning an eyewitness, who was also a girl, trembling with fright and very emotional.

Seeing that I arrived, she handed over the work to a policeman next to her, and then pulled me to a quiet place next to me.

I asked, "Sister, what's the matter?" ”

Yan Wushuang: "The deceased's name is Shang Xiaofeng, and he is a graphic model. The eyewitness is Deng Xiaojia, a friend of hers from the same company. A big boss of a sponsor had a birthday and called them to come to the party, and at eleven o'clock last night, the two of them were on their way and hit a man while driving here. The man fell to the ground, and when the two got out of the car to check, the man suddenly jumped up, pushed Shang Xiaofeng to the ground, and bit his neck. Deng Xiaojia was frightened and unconscious, and when she woke up, Shang Xiaofeng was already dead, and she called the police. When you first start recording a confession, do you want to ask them together? ”

I frowned and said, "Let me see the corpse first?" ”

Yan Wushuang nodded and led me into the cordon.

I covered Jiu'er's eyes and let her lie in my arms, for fear of leaving a shadow on this chick.

The corpse's eyes were wide open, and the two tooth holes in its neck looked like they were left by zombies. The blood in the whole body was absorbed, and the skin did not become pale because of the loss of blood, but was extremely black.

A good girl, this time is the same as O~Bama.

Even if I didn't open my yin and yang eyes, I could see clearly that the deceased's body was steaming with a faint corpse gas.

Sure enough, it was killed by zombies, but the strange thing is that Shang Xiaofeng died at eleven o'clock last night, and now it is half past four in the middle of the night. It stands to reason that if it had been bitten by a zombie, it would have been transformed a long time ago.

And Shang Xiaofeng's corpse, although the corpse qi is very heavy, there is no sign of mutation.

I frowned and bowed my head and groaned.

Yan Wushuang asked, "What did you find?" ”

I asked, "You said that there were six lives in Xiyang City in one night, and the cause of death was the same?" ”

Yan Wushuang nodded: "It's all the same, two murders are in the northern suburbs, one in the southern suburbs, one in the western suburbs, one in Rouge Lane, and one in the city center." The time of death was between 11 and 0 o'clock in the evening, and all of them had teeth in their necks and died after sucking up blood. The identities of the deceased were different and not related to each other. ”

I nodded, came to Deng Xiaojia, and asked, "Have you seen the appearance of the murderer?" ”

Deng Xiaojia nodded: "Medium stature, bronzed skin, looks a little dumb......"

I asked, "Think about it, are there any features, like sharp nails or something?" ”

Deng Xiaojia frowned, suddenly his eyes lit up, and said, "I remembered, his nails are normal, but he has a tattoo on his forehead." ”

I frowned: "Tattoos? ”

Deng Xiaojia: "That's right! On his forehead, there are three vertical lines, black vertical lines, it is so dark, at first I thought it was wrinkles......"

My face changed suddenly.

I know!

The one who bit Shang Xiaofeng to death was not a zombie at all. It's a corpse puppet!

That's right, it's the kind of corpse puppet that Wang Le brought at the beginning.

The black vertical lines on the corpse puppet's forehead are not tattoos at all, they are Taiyin refining forms, buried in the ground for cultivation years. One hundred years is one refinement, and nine refinements are honored. And every hundred years, there will be an extra vertical line on the forehead.

The corpse puppet that Wang Le brought at the beginning was two refinements, that is, two hundred years of Taoism.

This turned out to be three refinements!

Three refinements are equivalent to three hundred years of Taoism!

Such a level is comparable to the snake demon in Jiuguniang Mountain.

This matter has nothing to do with the thousand-year-old zombie king of the Babu Bridge Cemetery. But overnight, from eleven o'clock to zero o'clock in the evening, six people died, and the places of death were scattered all over Xiyang City, which is enough to show that there is definitely more than one corpse puppet.

Yan Wushuang patted me on the shoulder and said, "Good brother, please leave this matter to you." ”

I was full of black lines: "Sister, I just helped you get the matter of the female ghost's life, and here again??" ”

"Done?" Yan Wushuang's eyes lit up and said, "I know that you are the best, my sister believes in you." I will do it again this time, and I will return you with a few favors. ”

She leaned over and blew like an orchid in my ear, her voice was contrary to the seriousness just now, coquettish and charming: "Che ~ Zhen like it?" ”

I shuddered, serious, and generous in words: "Sister, for the sake of the country and the people, how can a person with a sense of justice like me sit idly by?" Rest assured, it's all on me. ”

At this time, a police officer came to report: "Captain, if you find footprints and other signs, you can conclude that the murderer has fled into Chidoriyama, do you want to call for reinforcements to enter the mountain?" ”

Yan Wushuang looked at me.

I said, "No, you guys go back first, it's going to be dawn soon, I'll go into the mountain to have a look." I'll call you again if there's a situation. ”

Just kidding, the murderer is a 300-year-old corpse puppet. Is there a hairy use for the police to go in? Even if you enter an army, I'm afraid it will be more than lucky.

After all, corpse golems have the attributes of zombies, and they are also afraid of sunlight.

It was almost dawn, the sun was rising, and the corpse puppet must have been hiding in a shady place in the mountains. I don't have to worry too much about my safety.

I was going to ask my sister to take Jiu'er back, but Jiu'er put her arms around my neck and couldn't live or die.

As a last resort, I had no choice but to carry Jiu'er into Chidoriga Mountain together.

Jiu'er has really become a drag oil bottle.

I didn't dare to go too deep until dawn, and I waited until seven o'clock, when the sun had completely risen, before I went into the mountains.

Mt. Chidori is not high, but it covers a wide area, with seven or eight rolling hills.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the afternoon that I felt that it was a little inappropriate to rush into the mountain this time. I thought I could follow the corpse qi and find some clues, but I found nothing.

I asked, "Jiu'er, are you hungry?" ”

Jiu'er grimaced, bit my face with a small mouth, and then pretended to chew it.

I was amused and laughed: "Jiu'er, even if you eat my brother, you have to keep my handsome face, I can point to it to pick up girls." ”

Jiu'er kept biting on my neck.

It didn't hurt, it was itchy, it made my neck full of saliva, I patted her little ass and said, "Surrender...... Surrendered...... Jiu'er is good, don't make trouble......"

Let's just say that happiness is easy to be sad!

My feet were empty, and suddenly I fell into a deep pit.

The large pit is steep, circular, and seven or eight meters deep. I hugged Jiu'er tightly and hid her in my arms, lest I rub against her when I rolled down.

Fortunately, I was thrown into disgrace, but Jiu'er was unharmed.

However, when I got up and sat firmly, my scalp suddenly went numb, and I was confused.

Across from me, there sat a man, a man of medium stature, very strong, with bronzed skin, looking a little dazed, and three black vertical stripes on his brow......

Damn, corpse golems!

It turned out to be a corpse puppet of three hundred years of Taoism!