The Underworld Detective

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After eating, Huang Xiaotao reproached me and said, "Why did you become so candid, telling the matter that the fingerprint was not detected?"

A corner of my mouth ticked: "I did it on purpose, and I wanted to see who was relieved."

"Are you there?" Huang Xiaotao asked curiously.

From the performance of the crowd just now, Luo Shuzhong seems to be the most relaxed, but this person's personality is a bit sharp, and I can't doubt him based on this, I said, "There is indeed one."

"Who?" Huang Xiaotao hurriedly asked.

"I won't say it, so as not to let you predominate." I shook my head.

Huang Xiaotao made a disdainful expression: "Sell again!"

I was lying in bed with my clothes in the evening, listening to the movement outside. Since the haunted incident was eliminated yesterday, the surroundings have been quiet tonight.

Until 11 o'clock, I thought there would be no situation tonight, and suddenly a scream came from outside: "Ghost! There is a ghost!"

I immediately turned over and got out of bed, and Song Xingchen got up. Officer Cui woke up and pulled out his pistol: "What happened?"

I said positively: "It seems that there is a situation, Song Xingchen and I go out to see first, you are with Huang Xiaotao them."

When I went outside, I saw the lights on the side of the migrant workers' tents. The migrant workers gathered in threes and twos with tools in their hands. They looked very panic. I went over and asked, "What's wrong?"

They talked openly, and I told them one by one, a middle-aged man said, "Comrade police, a group of ghosts just came to the camp."

Another said, "That's not a ghost, it's a zombie!"

I froze and asked, "What kind of zombies? The ones in Qing official clothes?"

"Yeah, that's the kind, with a pale face and a tongue out, so scary!"

When I heard this, I didn't know what expression to show. This is a tomb of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

I asked them to show me where the zombies were. The ground really had a row of footprints. The other end of the footprints led to the cemetery. The boxes stacked on the door of the cemetery had been removed. I immediately understood that someone had taken the ghost and took it to the funeral. Product.

I comforted the migrant workers and said, "Everyone don't move here, it's a human being. When Professor Sima comes over to solve it, don't enter the tomb ..."

The funeral items in the cemetery may have been stolen. If the migrant workers enter, they will not be able to understand them at that time, but I am afraid that these reasons are not understood, and I changed my tongue: "The possibility of gangsters remaining in the cemetery is not excluded."

Upon hearing this, everyone said that they would never enter the cemetery.

Song Xingchen and I followed the footprints and came to the woods. There was a dead silence here late at night, and I saw a few people walking around in the trees. The sound of our footsteps alarmed them. Immediately, two Qing zombies jumped out of the forest one by one, and stretched out their hands to pinch our necks.

"Song Xingchen!" I shouted.

Song Xingchen kicked the left one back into the forest with a scream.

The one on the right saw the stuffing exposed and did not jump away, so he ran away. Song Xingchen kicked a stone from the ground, copied it in his hands, threw it twice, and threw it with a scream.

We did n’t have time to bother with them, and we continued to follow. The zombies in the front shouted something, I do n’t understand, it may be black words.

Then they ran desperately, Song Xingchen chased after him very quickly, swept with a scabbard, and one fell on his back.

The remaining zombies pulled out the knife from the tattered Qing official uniform, and Song Xingchen also pulled out the knife. The black sword was almost invisible in the night, and he threw a sentence coldly: "Want to die?"

I stopped: "Don't, they're not murderers."

As soon as Song Xingchen waved his sword, he cut off a large bowl-shaped tree on the side, and the blade of the black sword faintly emitted a red light. The thieves saw the situation and immediately threw the knife to escape. Song Xingchen leaped up, borrowed power on the trunk, quickly interposed between them, and lifted his legs to lay down two. The rest of them fell on their knees and begged: "The heroes spare their lives!"

"Who told you to come?" I asked.

"Our boss is bold!"

"What about others?"

"Run away, hurry up!" The younger brothers betrayed their bosses instantly.

Song Xingchen looked forward for a moment and said, "It seems that someone carrying a sack has run away, I'll go after it."

After all, he was in a stature and rushed out like an arrow off the string. The man in front saw him and ran even more panic. The three of us chased a straight line in the woods.

Just as this straight line was gradually shortening, suddenly a white mist appeared in front of me, and a figure emerged from the fog. I could not help taking a sigh of relief when I saw his shape.

It was a burly man wearing an ancient armor, wearing a Shura mask that deterred the enemy, and blasting flames from the gap of the mask, he appeared from the fog, like a **** of death from the earth.

Seeing this boldly, Zhou was so frightened that he couldn't stand still, and his legs hit the pendulum.

A vulgar voice came from under the mask, and he whispered, "Chou bold, how dare you be, and disturb the coach to rest, steal the items in the tomb of the coach, you can pay for it!"

As he spoke, a raging flame also blew from his mouth.

Zhou boldly dropped the sack and knelt on the ground constantly scratching his throat, his shoulders twitching.

Song Xingchen was about to rush over, and I shouted, "Don't go, the smoke on the ground is poisonous!"

Song Xingchen still rushed up. He raised his knife to cut the man, and suddenly his hands were fixed in the air. The ancient warrior waved his cloak, rolled up a mist, and disappeared silently in the mist.

I took a breath and dragged Song Xingchen back, and found that he was covered with cold sweat and his hands were shaking.

I asked, "Are you poisoned?"

"No ..." Song Xingchen grabbed his uncle's right hand with his left hand: "I'm scared. It's a strange feeling. As soon as I approached him, his appearance suddenly became extremely horrible, and I didn't dare to do anything to him."

I stumbled and asked, "Compared to my Pluto pupil?"

"There is nothing worse than that," Song Xingchen replied.

While the fog was not clearing, I took out a bag of evidence from my arms, and swiped left and right twice in the air to pack the fog in. At this moment, the wind changed, and I was afraid to inhale the fog and urged Song Xingchen to leave quickly.

I didn't inhale the poisonous mist just now. What I saw should be true. I wonder how the ancient war general would spit fire from his face. Is it really a ghost?

At this time, there was a flashlight from behind. A large group of people shouted at us as they walked. I heard Huang Xiaotao's voice and shouted in that direction: "We are here."

Huang Xiaotao yelled at the others: "I found it!"

The light of the flashlight gradually gathered, which was a bit dazzling for me. Huang Xiaotao asked with concern what happened, and I smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, I saw it with my own eyes, otherwise what happened just now, no matter who told me, I will I won't believe it. "

I told the matter 151 times, and Huang Xiaotao covered her mouth in amazement: "You mean there is an ancient warrior who is stopping a tomb robber ... what about a tomb robber?"

"The thief is dead, right, don't let other people run away," I ordered.

We hurriedly turned back, and the thieves dressed as zombies saw two people on both sides, so they wandered in the bushes intently, intending to run away quietly and were caught by us.

This group of people were timid. When Huang Xiaotao fired his gun, they immediately counseled and begged for mercy: "The government's forgiveness, this matter has nothing to do with us, and Zhou boldly hired us to do it!"