The scene,

somewhat awkward.

Lawyer An put down the phone in his hand,

and chuckled sheepishly,

saying:

"Hahahaha,

what a coincidence."

Zhou Ze shook his head, saying nothing.

Lawyer An walked to Zhou Ze's side, the two "Yang Guos" stood shoulder to shoulder. The wind in the mountains was quite strong, and the two empty sleeves fluttered in the wind together.

Zhou Ze suddenly felt this was a bit silly,

so he deliberately took a step back.

At the same time, he raised his hand and pointed forward, meaning, you go first.

In the days when the old Taoist was absent,

someone had to walk in front.

Lawyer An nodded, then also reached out and pointed forward.

The little boy rolled his eyes at the two one-armed men,

and strode forward.

"Bang!"

With one kick,

the rusty iron gate crashed down.

They weren't there to investigate, nor were they there to play some difficult infiltration game. That was too tiring and too troublesome.

Just a few little bats and one old bat;

they'd just go in openly and honestly.

Leaving the male owner behind, Zhou Ze and the others followed the little boy inside.

That filial son,

Zhou Ze really couldn't bring himself to make things difficult for him.

He was a bit silly, but he was silly in a rather endearing way.

No wonder A Hong would have feelings for him. Of course, this was also because these guys didn't belong to the category of亡魂 (wánghún) [departed spirits]. Even if a few slipped through the net, it wouldn't affect Zhou Ze much. In the end, the karma wouldn't be counted against him.

As for who should be in charge of these people,

Zhou Ze really didn't know. Anyway, the underworld didn't have this kind of business.

The sanatorium wasn't large, just two buildings. The doors and windows were tightly closed, and it looked like they hadn't been opened for a long time.

However, when they went inside, they found a man sitting on the ground in front of one of the buildings, covered with a black blanket. The man had no hair, and his face had a sickly pallor.

He seemed very cold, curled up in the blanket, shivering.

"That's him?"

Lawyer An looked around.

"I regret it," the man under the blanket said. "I shouldn't have let them leave me here. You guys are so slow. I can't stand the cold. I'm really afraid I'll freeze to death before you come.

You don't need to look for them. I've let the others go. Told them not to come back.

They're all pitiful people, all pitiful people.

After I infected them with the disease, they didn't do anything harmful."

The man's voice was very hoarse, but not low. You could feel his tone trembling as he spoke, which, according to him, was from the cold.

"Do you know who we are?"

Lawyer An pointed to himself and asked.

The man shook his head and said, "I guessed roughly. Probably sent by the state."

"Um..." Lawyer An.

Yingying went to a nearby room to find a chair for Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze sat down and said:

"We're here to ask you a few questions. Don't be nervous. I've always been kind and soft-hearted;

in this world, I really don't have many enemies."

The man stretched his hand out from the blanket. A tablet fell to the ground, playing a video. The video showed Zhou Ze killing the two vampires.

"..." Zhou Ze.

Oops,

how awkward.

"Say, this blanket isn't just for warmth, is it? Let me see what's inside."

Lawyer An stepped forward and reached for the blanket.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me!!!"

The man exploded.

Actually, many people have this habit. When their emotions get out of control, they often habitually blurt out their "mother tongue," that is, their local dialect.

Lawyer An ignored the other party's dissatisfaction and directly lifted the blanket.

Wow,

good heavens,

no wonder he was covering himself with a blanket.

Except for his head and limbs, the man's entire torso had shrunk to an unimaginable degree.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The man screamed, waving his arms and legs,

like a spider.

Lawyer An put the blanket back on him, frowned, and said, "Did you cultivate some kind of 'shrinking penis' technique and go berserk?"

The man was exasperated, but at this moment he was just clinging to his blanket, looking less like some kind of "adult" and more like a desperate patient.

Zhou Ze, who had worked in a hospital for ten years, had seen too many similar scenes.

"I haven't killed anyone, haven't harmed anyone. They were all willing, all willing. I was helping them, I was helping them,"

the man muttered incessantly.

"Then, what about those three guys?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"We discovered you went to Xiao Lin's house, so I sent them to check things out. Didn't tell them to kill you, we just wanted to know who was investigating us.

We were very afraid, we were really afraid, we were afraid of being treated as a source of infection and dealt with. We were scared, scared to death.

But, but, but they were, were, by you..."

They were all killed by you.

"I just want to ask you, does the zombie incident at the end of the last century have anything to do with you?"

The man was stunned,

didn't answer,

but a look of anticipation appeared on his face,

and he asked:

"You, you're not here to eliminate us?"

"I'm not interested in you."

If they were genuine vampires, Zhou Ze would be interested in studying them, or capturing them and rebuilding his "animal world."

But the person in front of him, including those infected by him,

Zhou Ze had no interest in.

This couldn't even be considered a high-quality imitation, not even a low-quality one, just a defective product.

"I don't have much patience. Whether you can continue to live depends on your performance."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.

Honestly,

he originally thought he'd have to fight a bunch of bats after entering this sanatorium,

who knew it would end up like this.

"That was more than twenty years ago. At that time, I was a member of an archaeological team..."

"Why does this opening sound so familiar? Hey, you're not reciting a tomb-raiding novel, are you?"

Lawyer An couldn't help but joke.

"My name is Wu Chengguang. I graduated with a degree in archaeology. At that time, I was with my tutor's team, conducting archaeological surveys in the area from the Funan River to Qingcheng Mountain. There weren't many people. The conditions at the time were relatively poor. The teacher only brought five students with him.

Moreover, this was only for surveying. Because Rongcheng has many ancient tombs, but no matter how many there are, you can't just find them. But that time, we really made a discovery.

My tutor discovered a盗洞 (dàodòng) [tomb robbing hole] on the southern foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

We were all very excited, thinking we had made a major discovery. The tutor wasn't very well-known in the industry and had always longed for a major archaeological discovery to increase his reputation.

So we violated regulations. Without notifying the authorities, we went down the盗洞 (dàodòng) [tomb robbing hole] first under the leadership of the tutor.

The tutor originally thought this was an ancient tomb that had been robbed, but who knew, when we went down the盗洞 (dàodòng) [tomb robbing hole],

what we saw

was a tightly closed vermilion gate.

The red paint, the gate entirely cast from copper blocks, was closed at an angle. Because the door had thickness, it couldn't be completely closed. Standing outside, you could even see inside through a gap about the width of a mobile phone.

The tutor took a flashlight and shone it forward. Since the door wasn't open, we prepared to go back.

After all, opening this door would require a professional engineering team to come down.

But just as we were about to leave,

a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared behind the vermilion gate, and we were all enveloped in the black mist.

We all fled in panic, worried that the black mist was poisonous.

I was the first one to come out.

When I was about to meet the second student who came out, he pushed me directly to the ground, then he started screaming madly, covering his head and running wildly in other directions.

The next few students who came up were the same. They seemed to have completely changed, running straight out.

Because the tutor was the oldest,

everyone usually flattered him out of respect for his position as a tutor, but when it came to really escaping for their lives, no one was willing to give way to him, so he was the last one to come up.

But after he came up, he pounced directly on me, trying to bite me!

He knocked me to the ground. I picked up a stone and smashed it at him. The tutor was killed by me, his head split open.

I was terrified.

Because I had killed someone, I didn't dare to call the police. I even lived in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, probably for about half a month. I really couldn't stand that savage life, but I was worried that the police would find the tutor's body, afraid that I was already wanted, so I just stole clothes from the residents living at the foot of the mountain and secretly returned to Rongcheng city.

I tried to contact my family, but found that as far as my family was concerned, I was already dead. The cause of death was an archaeological accident, and my family had even held a funeral for me.

I found the place where the tutor used to hide cultural relics. Only he and I knew about this place, because I had handled them for him. I took out the cultural relics and sold them for a lot of money, and found a place to live in Rongcheng.

Gradually, rumors of zombie incidents began to circulate. It was said that many people had been bitten, and the authorities mobilized a large force to conduct a carpet search and capture.

I was very scared, because I had a feeling that those who were biting people might not be some old zombies, but my classmates.

Because even I was starting to be interested in blood, but only duck blood and chicken blood. I only felt disgusted by human blood.

I thought it was probably because I ran out first, so I wasn't infected very deeply. My classmates and tutors were infected too deeply and had lost their minds.

The subsequent development was very cliché. Anyway, I've been surviving until now, and the effects of the disease are becoming more and more obvious. I haven't lost my mind, but my body has become like this."

"Where is that ancient tomb?"

Zhou Ze asked.

The man grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth, and said with a smile:

"Right in the middle of this sanatorium."

The man tilted his head,

"I've been guarding it, guarding it until now.

But I've never had the courage to go down there again."