At night, the streets of Brooklyn are shrouded in silence.

The population of this region is extremely complex, with immigrants from nearly 100 countries living in it, and it can almost be called a miniature "world map". Because of this, the security here is as poor as ever.

The rich area on the other side is a little better, but it's a pity that the guy who sells his kidneys for a living rents rents a house in a civilian area with poor security. At this time, there are no pedestrians on the streets, except for some gang members who are still trading.

And today, the street has welcomed an uninvited guest.

In early October, when the weather had begun to turn cold, a young man in a long black trench coat walked briskly through the silent street and stood in front of a dilapidated apartment across the street, staring at the name of the head of the household inscribed in black letters on the gray door number next to the door without blinking:

Cal. Mr. Lucas.

This rotten street name, which resembles China's "Zhang San", is obviously a pseudonym. Realizing this, Zhang Luo didn't say anything, and looked at the green security door. Grip the rusted handle and pull it gently.

With a piercing "squeak", the unlocked door was easily opened.

Although he didn't know whether the owner forgot to close the door or someone broke into the apartment later, Zhang Luo still strode into the house and turned around to lock the security door.

As when I last visited, the interior of this apartment was still very dirty, with a few irregular black garbage bags piled up in the hallway of the door, emitting a foul smell.

Seeing the black bags that seemed to be just enough to stuff a dismembered person, Zhang Luo bent down to untie the bags and dumped the garbage inside on the floor. It turned out that it was just ordinary household garbage, and there were no body parts.

"Okay......"

Aware of the fact that "Carl. Mr. Lucas's body is not here, Zhang Luo took a deep breath. The expression on his face could not tell whether he was happy or disappointed.

He stepped past the garbage heap in the doorway, strode into the living room with the curtains drawn and his fingers out of sight, and turned on the light switch in the hallway.

The incandescent lights overhead lit up, and the white glow reflected the filthy living room. Zhang Luo looked around and looked at the yellowed wallpaper on the wall. As well as various posters of beautiful women pasted on them.

The furniture in the living room was as broken as if it had been picked up from a garbage heap, and on the dusty couch was a can of unfinished Coke and half a hamburger, which was green and smelled of mold.

"The hygiene habits of this thing are really bad." Zhang Luo said thoughtfully.

- The last time he visited, he had been sitting in this living room for a while, and this time it was probably unattended. The environment of this room has deteriorated, and it is completely unsuitable for human habitation.

However, for a heretic creature with an undead body, even if it lives in such a place, it should not affect its lifespan.

After checking in the living room and finding nothing unusual, Zhang Luo casually turned off the lights in the living room and walked through the narrow corridor. Walk into the only bedroom in the apartment and turn on the light to observe the inside of the house.

It's dirty and messy. Not unlike the living room, facing the wall of the old gray bed, leans against a two-meter-high wooden wardrobe with a computer desk and a white LCD monitor next to it.

Cal. Mr. Lucas's desktop computer also looks very old. The chassis was covered in dust, and the keyboard and mouse were covered with a thick layer of oil. However, the point of view now is -

"Does this guy like stuffed animals?" Zhang Luo frowned slightly.

On the large bed in the bedroom, there are four plush dolls with a length of about 1.8 meters, and the appearance is a cute brown bear. It should look like it will suit the little girls' preferences.

However, for a super-strong heretical creature, no matter how childlike he is, it is really not normal to buy four identical dolls and put them on the bed.

In addition to this, there is a vague smell of disinfectant water wafting through the room, which means ......

Thinking of some bad possibility, Zhang Luo stood in front of the bed, pressed his right hand on the face of one of the big bear dolls, pressed it hard, and then felt something hard pressed.

Click!

With the sound of cracking inside the doll, his right hand felt a cold and sticky touch, and when he looked down, his palm was already stained with blood, and the brown plush material of the doll's head was slowly oozing dark blood marks.

"Is that really the case?"

The guess came true, Zhang Luo was not too surprised, just dragged the doll off the bed, threw it on the ground next to it, and used brute force to rudely tear open the plush coat on it.

What was revealed was the gray skin of the corpse, and a female face with wide eyes and crooked mouth.

"It's quite smart to use this kind of thing to disguise a corpse......" Looking at the female corpse exposed in the doll, Zhang Luo smiled.

――Generally speaking, most adults are not interested in this kind of doll, and it is indeed a good choice to use this kind of thing to hide the corpse. But the problem now is that, judging by the scars on the corpse, the woman should have been dead for less than a week. And until then, Carl. Mr. Lucas's whereabouts are unknown.

"Bang!"

Zhang Luo was staring at the corpse exposed in the doll when suddenly a crashing sound came from the closet next to him, as if someone was slamming the wooden board inside.

Then he heard a faint but clear voice from within:

"Help!"

“……”

Before he could respond to this strange call, a sudden chill ran on the back of his neck, and an ominous premonition spread from the back of his head. At the same time, a vague figure suddenly appeared in front of the bedroom door.

"Smack!"

The silence of the night was shattered by the silence of the silence once but still sharp, but still sharp. But at the moment when the other party fired, Zhang Luo had already retreated at a terrifying speed, and at the same time raised his head sharply!

A blinding white light lit up in front of him, and the bullet flew past the bridge of his nose, hitting the opposite wallpaper. Before the other party could shoot for the second time, Zhang Luo, who had just staged the miracle of "dodging bullets at close range", had already stood in front of the other party, grabbed the guy's wrist and twisted it hard.

There was a crackling sound of broken bones, and the man's wrist was twisted and rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and his body suddenly tilted, and he let out a howl like killing a pig. Then he was kicked in the head by Zhang Luo and fainted without suspense.

"Murderers who don't go into the stream." Zhang Luo cursed and looked down at the man who had been crippled by himself.

The guy was holding a black-shelled Beretta 92F pistol in his hand, dressed in black like himself, and his face was a typical square face, although it was not very beautiful to have an extra shoe print now, but before being kicked in the face, it should be relatively handsome.

Zhang Luo knew that this person should be one of the prisoners hiding the body in the bedroom, but if he wanted to complete this complicated work of hiding the body, it should not be something that could be done by one person, and there must be someone outside who was responding. Case......

"Let me see what you're up to."

Picking up the pistol on the ground casually, Zhang Luo, who had just experienced the reverse flow of time, showed a eager smile on his much younger face. (To be continued.) )