Nightfall descended, and the city lights began to glow.
The basent morgue was nearly empty.
Aside from a few interested dical experts conducting autopsies, everyone else had returned to their residences to start working on plans to capture the blood-sucking creatures.
"No exotic dance performances tonight, just cold bodies. How boring!"
A mber of the Stealing Country investigative team muttered in boredom.
"Baka... Keep it down, don’t disturb others!"
The expert responsible for the autopsy shook his head and gestured for silence.
"Aish!"
The mber of the Stealing Country team sneered and murmured a few curses.
He then sneaked a glance at his nation’s dical expert beside him and couldn’t help but shiver.
This professor had not spoken a word since beginning the autopsy.
Moreover, his face was plastered with an expression of excitent and fervor, making him look like a deranged killer dissecting a victim.
"Krr... krr... krr..."
It was at that mont that a faint noise passed into the ears of those present.
Initially, no one paid much attention to it.
But soon, the noise grew increasingly frequent, causing everyone to beco more and more irritable.
Everyone raised their heads in unison, frowning as they looked around.
And just then, the noise suddenly ceased.
"Who’s ssing around?"
The dical expert asked angrily.
"Don’t look at , it wasn’t !"
The mber from the Stealing Country team quickly shook his head as the gaze fell on him.
Aside from them, not even a mouse was in this underground morgue, so where on earth was that noise coming from?
"Hey? Who touched this corpse drawer?"
The expert from the Stealing Country looked at the corpse drawer in front of him, confused.
"What’s wrong, Professor Jin?"
The mber of the Stealing Country investigative team asked curiously.
"I rember closing this corpse drawer earlier."
"Why is it open now?"
The expert said, stepping forward to the corpse drawer, peering inside.
But then, the expression on his face froze.
"Ahhhhh..."
A sharp, piercing scream erupted from his mouth.
No one would have expected that this man in his fifties could scream as shrilly as a woman.
Others gathered around quickly to see what was happening.
When they looked inside the corpse drawer, their eyes widened involuntarily.
Not only had the corpse’s eyes opened, but the corners of its mouth curved into an eerie smile.
"Hiss..."
Everyone couldn’t help but take a cold breath, feeling chills on their backs.
"I rember when we checked the bodies earlier, none of their eyes were open!"
The dical expert exclaid.
"Yeah, yeah!"
The investigative team mber nodded repeatedly.
To ensure the safety of their national experts, he had ticulously inspected each corpse drawer.
He could swear to the heavens that when he checked earlier, all the corpses had their eyes closed.
Moreover, although so facial muscles were twisted, none had appeared with a smiling face.
What... What is going on?
"Krrkrr... krrkrr..."
That familiar noise sounded again.
Everyone was horrified to find that it was coming from the corpse drawer!
The drawer was slowly being pulled out, as though an invisible hand was steadily drawing it towards them.
"Ah!"
As everyone’s attention was drawn to the slowly moving drawer, soone next to them suddenly let out a scream.
They turned hurriedly, only to see a shriveled hand, akin to a withered branch, stretch out from the corpse drawer and tightly clasp the throat of the dical expert from the Stealing Country.
His face turned crimson, and a series of croaking sounds ca from his mouth, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out.
"A ghost!"
Seeing this, the mber of the Stealing Country team scread tragically.
He then scrambled, fleeing the basent morgue at the fastest speed possible.
As for the dical expert he was supposed to protect, he selectively forgot about him.
Soon after, withered hands also erged from the remaining corpse drawers.
"Squeak... squeak squeak..."
The sound of withered hands sliding against the drawers sent shivers down spines.
The desiccated corpse that had just been dissected began to writhe as if attempting to sit up again.
This bizarre and terrifying scene completely shattered the few individuals’ psychological defenses.
No longer able to bear it, they scread and quickly fled the morgue.
Only the dical expert remained, still suffocated by the withered hand.
He struggled a few tis, but the hand clamped onto his neck like iron pincers, unwilling to let go until he died.
At that mont, he suddenly rembered that he was still holding the scalpel from the autopsy.
Might as well go all the way!
He gritted his teeth and thrust the scalpel toward himself...
...
"What was that sound?"
In an office inside the administrative building, Feng Shun suddenly rose from his chair.
He quickly walked to the window, looking down.
"Did you hear wrong?"
Sitting across the desk, Du Danmin asked, puzzled.
"Perhaps?"
Feng Shun watched for a mont, but everything outside seed normal.
"Could it really be that I was mistaken?"
He murmured, frowning, before sitting back down.
Du Danmin continued, "So, Chairman Feng, what do you think?"
"Are you willing to send troops to help us capture that vampire zombie?"
Hearing this, Feng Shun shook his head gently and said, "Dr. Danmin, do you not understand why I announced the vampire zombie to the world?"
"There’s an old saying in Dragon Country, ’an innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth.’"
"Koukang is weak, and so is Minma not strong."
"Even if we capture that vampire zombie, so what?"
"With our strength, we can’t hold onto such a result."
"Instead of clashing with major powers, it’s better to cooperate together."
"Look at where we are now; what used to be a telecom fraud zone has beco the premier research institute in Minma..."
"Enough, Chairman Feng!"
Before Feng Shun could finish, Du Danmin angrily interrupted him.
She glared at Feng Shun and said, "Chairman Feng, you’re too timid!"
"Do you know what a mythical creature represents?"
"It represents endless possibilities!"
"Securing it could help Minma break away from its current predicant!"
"I cannot watch it fall into another country’s hands!"
As Feng Shun opened his mouth, about to say sothing, the office door suddenly swung open from outside.
"Chairman, sothing’s wrong!"
"There’s trouble at the morgue!"
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