There should always be some clue here.

George cautiously stepped into the stagnant water.

[Crackling-]

【Boom!! 】

Thunder roared.

This summer, rain seems to have been particularly abundant, and the Hudson River estuary has even begun to reach high tide.

"Unable to move the joints, stiff limbs, no fluid deep in the mouth, and the temperature is consistent with the surrounding environment."

"Dark corpse spots on the abdomen and chest."

"But because of the heavy rain, it is impossible to really determine the time of death, but the initial guess is that it should be within two to three hours."

"A total of 232 people died, all of whom were Asian males, with violent dismantling of the eyeball and subocular nerve structures, and the removal of tendons from the joints of the arms. The reproductive organs and their supporting tissues and organs were dissected, and the peeled surface showed extensive lacerations. ”

"I think it's ordinary residents in the neighborhood, and some of them probably work night shifts at convenience stores."

George examined each corpse, and even though it was washed away by the torrential rain, it was still covered with dead air that could not be washed away.

He had learned the same knowledge when he was in school before, and although after so many years, he still remembered something.

The unity of these corpses is hard not to think of a word.

"Religion".

But the Desperate Believer, as a pure mad anomaly, would never have the kind of sanity to carry out some meaningless form.

He threw away the rubber gloves he had just woon, which he had taken from a nearby convenience store.

Anyway, it is estimated that no one will be able to inherit the assets in this vicinity.

But for whatever reason, George felt a deep chill.

These people, they were alive three hours ago.

They may be the pillars of a family, the hope of a seriously ill wife, or the sons of a mother's dreams.

But now, they died in a tragic way in the waters of a foreign land.

There are many people in the United States who are panning for gold.

There are many who have fallen in the United States.

There are also many people who have died in the United States.

George struggled to place them side by side on the first floor of an outpatient clinic, covering the swollen bodies with a white cloth.

The process takes only about ten minutes.

Because there were so many of them, George could only house some of them.

He walked out of the outpatient storefront, and there were exactly four or five rays in the sky that were staggered and tearing through the darkness, and then this light, he saw the name of the outpatient clinic—

"Hoggs".

[Boom!! 】

The sound of thunder mingled with George's ears, and he stepped on the muddy, smelly stagnant water and walked further in.

Water droplets fall into the stagnant water and make a very high splash.

He suddenly felt something, and looked in the direction he had come.

Many searchlights were used.

The roar of artillery fire even surpassed the thunder.

It seems that Peter retreated.

I don't know if the military will be able to hold it back for a while.

This road is relatively narrow, not even as good as the roads inside some closed communities, and the texture of stepping on it is not asphalt but cement.

Many cracks of various sizes can be clearly felt, as well as some soft, swelled flesh that may have been soaked in water.

Dozens, hundreds, empty heads peered out of every window, and when they died, they experienced great pain, their eyes almost bursting out of their sockets, and the expressions on their faces were like solidified magma that could never soften.

Black, dried blood trickled down the countryside of the arm that held the skulls and didn't know where it was fixed.

There are traces of friction on the façade of the building, and it is probably here that desperate believers walked by, trampling on the road and rubbing flesh against the walls.

But how does it kill people hiding in their homes without destroying the structure of the building?

George waded through the water and circled around the five residential buildings in the vicinity that had apparently been in desperate circumstances, puzzled.

Aside from the blood seeping out of the door of the unit, he saw no signs of violent breaches.

It was as if something had killed the people who lived here directly in these houses, and then cut off the women's heads and gave their bodies to the Desperate Believers.

Then make a series of changes and manipulations to the men's corpses, and throw them face down the stairs.

But how is this possible.

Unless......

"Scarlet Witch?"

Of course, George doesn't mean that it's Wanda, who hasn't even appeared in the public eye, to cause all this, but whether it's possible that the Desperate Cult has some abilities similar to the Scarlet Witch's ability to control people's hearts.

The five buildings form a small settlement in the shape of a honeycomb, which is located on the edge of Flushing, where everything is Chinese style and has a strong Yunnan character.

Probably most of the people who originally lived there were Yunnan villagers.

It's a pity.

George shook his head bitterly.

There are not many remnants of evil in this small community, except for the mahjong parlors and teahouses that occupy almost all the street frontages.

The small clinic is centrally located throughout the community.

But there are no living people here now.

George was a little at a loss.

He always felt like he was missing something.

What is it......

He suddenly stood in the middle of the community, next to the clinic, and the dark wind was blowing out from under the swarthy curtains.

The light of lightning illuminates the surroundings.

The corpse here seems to have come to life all of a sudden.

They swayed as the water swayed, and their vocal cords continued to let out low, eerie moans from the squeezing of the air.

"It's all men......"

"Then, the headless corpses that make up the desperate believers should also come from here, the women here."

George easily climbed to the window on the second floor and looked inside. Sure enough, the head standing here belonged to a middle-aged woman.

Her face was not pretty, but it was not uncomfortable either, it was pale from massive blood loss.

The room behind the skull was small but tidy, with tables and beds next to each other, and soup oozing from the de-energized refrigerator.

The family portrait was placed against the wall of the table.

Then he went to the window of another house, and George George muttered silently and looked around.

Sure enough, it was the same two women's heads, probably one of the mother and the other of the wife, with miserable faces and dilated pupils.

Behind them, the room was almost completely smeared with dark liquid, and the smell of blood came to their faces.

I can't see the decoration at all.

"The family ......"

"Wait."

"This family?"

George was suddenly excited.

He knew something was wrong.

Until now, having been in Flushing for so long, he had seen both corpses that fit to the bodies of desperate believers and religious corpses that appeared in the stagnant water downstairs......

All adults.

Not a single child!

What about children?

You know, in the government's statement, heterogeneous never eats people!

And where did the children go?!

George broke out in a cold sweat.

"Uncle, uncle, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a child's voice rang out behind George.