Chapter 47 Robin Hood in the Morgue
When Yin Xiu rushed outside the Mong Kok Police Station with the big guys on her back, the clock at the gate was pointing to two o'clock at midnight.
The patrolman in charge of the night watch yawned and looked listless.
"That salted fish from Jinxiao Building? He was brought in and parked in the mortuary at the back. Is he a relative of yours?"
"Yes, sir." Yin Xiu said with a smile on his face, "He is my cousin."
[Fuck you, your cousin is dead and you can still laugh. Do you have any humanity left? 】
The patrolman complained in his mind, his expression remained as usual, cold and impatient, and his voice seemed lazy and cold.
"Don't say he's your cousin, even your brother-in-law doesn't have to be discussed! Look what time it is now? Two o'clock in the middle of the night! The mosquitoes are all asleep and you come here to see a salted fish. Don't you have nightmares when you go home? "
Being robbed by the patrolman, Yin Xiu's eyes instantly turned red, and her voice was filled with sadness.
"Sir, we two brothers are like brothers. We wore the same pair of pants when we were young, and we would share even a fish egg. He would eat half of it and I would eat half of it. Now that something unexpected happened to him, I, my cousin, must do something for him. of."
"Look, his mother, my cousin-in-law, asked me to bring something."
As he said that, he put down the package and began to take out things from inside.
The patrolman scolded: "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? This is not a night market. Don't mess around. What did you bring? Glutinous rice, yellow paper, and even coffin nails!"
"Sir, we have a lot of customs in the countryside. For example, I want my cousin to eat some of this glutinous rice later. Only when he is full can he have the strength to go on the road. This talisman paper is used to ward off evil spirits. I My cousin is afraid of ghosts.
As for this nail, it was soaked in black dog blood and left in the sun for several days. I planned to hammer it into his chest to make him feel at ease. "
Yin Xiu was like a salesman walking around the streets, introducing the things at hand to the patrol officers.
"Take it away! Take it away! I don't recognize any of these messy things!" the patrolman waved his hands impatiently.
"I don't know, do you know this?"
When Yin Xiu stretched out his hand again, an extra banknote appeared in his palm and was quietly stuffed into the register.
pat!
The patrolman closed the book and glanced at Yin Xiu, still expressionless, "There is no one in the mortuary now. Go in and look for it yourself. Don't look around. After you finish it, leave quickly!"
"Thank you sir!"
Yin Xiu smiled broadly, but when she turned around, her face was so cold that water dripped from her face.
According to Uncle Ming, now Yin Xiu needs to deal with a zombie, or a corpse that has not yet been raised. It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous.
Werewolves are still human at least, just a little more ferocious and taller, but zombies are too mysterious and terrifying in comparison.
"How do you know which one is a zombie with so many corpses? It's very simple. The dead ones lying there motionless are corpses, and the dead ones sitting up are zombies." Uncle Ming said.
When this old man was reliable, he was like a god descending to earth, but when he was unreliable, he was more outrageous than anyone else. He only left these words and ran away in a hurry.
Helpless, Yin Xiu could only try his best to search in his mind for some information he had read in his "previous life".
Zombies are born from the grievances and bad luck of heaven and earth. They are immortal and immortal. They are abandoned by the three worlds of heaven, earth and man and are outside the six realms of living beings. They are wandering around and homeless. They use resentment for profit and feed on blood. They use the blood of living beings to vent their endless loneliness.
This seems to be a line in a certain TV series. It says everything but seems to say nothing, which does not help Yin Xiu.
No matter what, as long as the "salted fish" inside is completely transformed into a dead fish before it transforms into a corpse, your mission will be equipment on his body is enough to make the man who is about to transform into a corpse toss and turn to death several times.
With this thought in mind, he stepped into the mortuary. This place was only lit by a small lamp, making it dark and gloomy.
On both sides of the aisle were iron carts, neatly lined up, emitting a frightening cold light.
Yin Xiu walked carefully inside. After a while, he finally found the body of the victim. He was the only one covered with white cloth and not in the refrigerator.
Yin Xiu put down the package, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the corpse.
"Brother, you're dead. No matter what I do to you, I believe you won't feel any pain. You're just a piece of shit. And I believe you don't want to harm anyone. You will be a nuisance if I keep you. Why don't you just let me... …”
As soon as Yin Xiu raised the nail, there was a rapid sound of breaking wind behind him, which shocked him into a cold sweat.
He rolled on the spot to avoid it, and then under the dim light, Yin Xiucai realized that what had just attacked him was not a rising zombie, but a flying knife with a piece of money nailed to it.
"I'll pay you back the money."
The voice in the darkness said. Even though he was hidden in the shadows, Yin Xiu could still see that the man was wearing a long windbreaker, a top hat, and a black revolver on his waist.
Yin Xiu grinned, "Sir, the price is still negotiable."
"Call me Detective!" The voice got a little louder. "Let me tell you, in Mong Kok Police Station, you can use money to deal with other people, but I can't. I get rashes all over my body when I see money from unknown sources!"
"Oh? An Iron-blooded Robin Hood?" Yin Xiu said with a smile.
The man also laughed, "You can also call me Inspector Luo."
Inspector Luo walked out from under the light, with a pair of knife-like eyes on his thin face, staring at Yin Xiu.
He put his hands on his waist, "Put down your weapons and hold your head with your hands, otherwise there will be another corpse here soon."
Yin Xiu spread her hands and said, "Detective, I don't have a weapon."
"With such long nails, do you think I'm blind?"
He glared at Yin Xiu and reached out to draw his gun.
At this moment, Yin Xiu moved and jumped in front of Inspector Luo in just a blink of an eye. With a slight push of his finger on the magazine of the revolver, the black pistol disintegrated.
Although Inspector Luo's reaction was not slow, he was still not as good as a warrior like Yin Xiu. As soon as he stretched out his other hand, he grabbed the pulse gate.
As Yin Xiu grabbed him, Inspector Luo's throat was tightly grasped by him.
"Brother, what a skill! I, Luo Wei, have been in the police for many years, and I have rarely seen a skill like yours! It would be a pity to use this skill to commit crimes."
"You said all that, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" Yin Xiu said quietly.
"Afraid, but I'm even more afraid of an unknown death, and I really deserve to die. From just now until now, I discovered that you have a helper who has been lurking."
"Helper? What helper?"
Yin Xiu looked up. Under the light, the corpse had sat up at some point. Its green skin and stiff limbs were looming under the white cloth.
It was summer night, but Yin Xiu's back was soaked with sweat.
(End of this chapter)