"It is said that there were other victims back then?" I looked at the woman and asked her.
Chen Zheng said that there were six victims of the zombie incident that year. Even if women were included, there would still be five.
"Yes, there were seven people bitten by zombies back then, including me, but the remaining six were all dead.
This incident was a big deal and everyone was afraid, so the bodies of the six people were cremated and no evidence was left."
I gently tilted the table twice. It seemed that Chen Zheng had received the news that there were six people, and women were not included among them.
But this is easy to understand. After all, the woman did not die, but survived, so it makes sense not to include her in it.
I felt a little irritable. The woman said that she didn't find anything out and the matter was over at this point.
"Sir, I found a clue two years ago." The woman seemed to sense that I was upset, and said.
Hearing her words, I stared at her closely and asked her, "What clue?"
"Two years ago, a customer came to my store and drank alone. He drank too much, so I chatted with him for a while."
I frowned when I heard this. Didn't this woman say she didn't want to chat with me before I revealed my identity when I came in? How could I just change it to someone else?
"Don't get me wrong, sir. He was drinking alone at that time. It was very special. I was a little curious, so I chatted with him for a few words." The woman explained to me.
I nodded, not paying attention to such details.
Drinking alone until late at night can really arouse the curiosity of others.
"He said he was very annoyed because his father had been sick at home and needed care every day for thirteen years."
"He said he didn't complain about taking care of his father. However, his father is getting sick every day now. He is cold all over and has convulsions all the time. He is also very afraid of the cold. He has been to many hospitals but nothing has improved him, so he feels very sorry for his father."
I frowned when I heard this, knowing why women would think there was a problem here.
The woman was the guest he met two years ago, and the guest said that his father got the disease thirteen years ago, and the symptoms were almost the same as the woman's. That was the sign of corpse poison entering the body!
"When I heard what he said, I paid attention and asked him how his father got the disease. The man said that his father fell ill when he went out at night thirteen years ago.
I asked him again what day it was, and the date he said was the day I was bitten!"
I looked at the woman who was a little excited. The day she was bitten was the beginning of a change in her life, so the woman always remembers that day.
The guest's father also fell ill on the same day. Is there any connection between them?
"Have you investigated him?" I asked the woman.
"I went home with him that day."
When the woman said this, she paused and then said: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't go home with him, I was following him behind."
"I wrote down his address, and when he went to work the next day, I secretly sneaked into his home and met his father."
"Oh, did you ask something?" I asked the woman curiously.
However, the woman shook her head in frustration and said: "No, because his father has lost his mind and can't ask anything at all. I just checked his neck, and he had the same tooth marks on his neck as mine.
"
Hearing this, I frowned and knocked on the table.
Now it seems that the father of the male guest must have been one of the people bitten by the zombies.
But he, like the woman, survived.
But now that the corpse poison has entered his body, he has gone completely crazy.
"Is he still alive now?" I asked the woman.
"They should still be alive. I have been keeping an eye on their house for the past two years," the woman said.
"Okay, if the man is not at home tomorrow, please take me there." I said to the woman.
"It will be fine tomorrow morning. That man is a cashier from a nearby factory. He is still a bachelor. He will go to work tomorrow morning and his father will be the only one at home." The woman said quickly.
"Okay, then I'll come find you tomorrow morning." After I said that, I nodded to the woman and walked out.
The woman walked us to the door respectfully and maintained enough respect for my status as a head catcher.
There was nothing to say all night. The next morning, we had a simple breakfast and went to the hotel again.
The woman had been waiting for us for a long time. When she saw us coming, she immediately drove her car.
The car drove for almost twenty minutes, and we stopped next to a courtyard on the edge of the ancient town.
Inside the courtyard is a small two-story building, a simple stilted building that looks very ethnic.
"This is his home. His father lives on the second floor." The woman stopped the car and said to me.
I nodded, walked to the door of the yard, and looked inside.
It was daytime now, but the windows on the stilted building were closed tightly, and black curtains were even drawn inside, giving it a mysterious feel.
I came to the door, reached out and held the iron rope on the door, and then poured the corpse energy in my body into it.
Snapped!
After a while, the iron rope was opened directly.
This is not the first time I have used the power in my body to open a lock. Although it is a bit wasteful, it is really useful.
I walked into the yard and found that the door of the building was also locked, but this kind of thing was just a decoration to me.
I opened the building in the same way and walked in.
Standing at the door, I looked around.
The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a table, a few bamboo chairs, and not even a shop.
Apart from being a little dark inside, the room was quite clean.
"I'm on the second floor, sir." The woman walked up to me and pointed to the stairs next to me.
I nodded and walked up the stairs.
This stilted building must have been a few years old, and the stairs creaked when I stepped on them, which made me a little worried that I might trample the stairs with my foot.
"hehe!"
Just as I walked up, two strange sounds suddenly sounded on the second floor.
The sound sounded a little weird, like a deep roar of a wild animal.
I frowned, but I wasn't too nervous.
That old man must have been poisoned by corpse poison. Even if he was a real zombie, I wouldn't be worried at all.
Although the strength in my body is still far from being restored, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary zombies.
After all, I am Ying Gou, the ancestor of zombies. The suppression of my bloodline makes ordinary zombies afraid to attack me at all.
