At about nine o'clock in the evening, a black car was driving on the streets of Qingwu District.
While driving the car, Yang Mu handed the pistol wrapped in kraft paper to Zhang Qingfeng: "Have you used it for self-defense?"
Zhang Qingfeng took the black pistol and was a little confused: "Does it count if I have played CS?"
As a boy, he is naturally curious about firearms. He has also visited many forums and learned a little bit about related knowledge.
If he is on a forum and has a keyboard in hand, he can immediately transform into a firearms expert and start a verbal battle with his opponent.
But when this real guy is put in front of him, he is still very self-aware.
Yang Mu opened his mouth slightly and said slowly: "When the fight starts, I won't be able to care about you. Just study it slowly and remember one thing."
"Just don't point the gun at me."
The surface of the pistol is not smooth. It is densely engraved with countless complex patterns and spells. There is also a magazine with six bullets inside the brown paper.
While loading the magazine, he asked: "Brother Yang, what is the content of this mission?"
"I don't know." Yang Mu shook his head, and then explained: "These tasks are actually suspected strange events, so we need to go investigate."
"There are many oolong incidents among them. For example, last month, a woman called and said that she could hear strange footsteps in the corridor every day."
"The result of the investigation is that the neighbor next door is a prostitute, and she has customers coming to her door every night."
"More recently, someone claimed that his child was a reincarnated prodigy. When we heard the news, we suspected that he was possessed by an evil spirit and stepped forward to investigate."
"It turns out that family is bragging themselves."
"What nonsense do you think this is?"
Zhang Qingfeng: "..."
Yang Mu lit a cigarette and said slowly: "But back to the topic, no task should be taken lightly. Monsters, ghosts, and possessed psychics are all very dangerous factors. If you take it lightly, you may die."
"The flesh and blood of our psychics is a great tonic for demons and monsters, and the same is true for those psychics who have gone crazy."
Zhang Qingfeng nodded repeatedly to show his understanding. Soon, the vehicle slowly drove to an old villa community.
This villa community is quite old, and the location is not good enough. It belongs to the fringe area of Qingwu District. Going further, you will find Nanlin District.
After the two entered the community, Yang Mu led Zhang Qingfeng and soon arrived in front of a villa.
Yang Mu raised his hand and knocked on the door, which creaked.
The door opened slowly, and a thin young man in his twenties, wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts, stuck his head out and said, "Who are you?"
"The strange investigation team is here under orders." Yang Mu casually took out his ID and showed it to the young man.
The young man was overjoyed when he heard that he quickly opened the door and said, "Come in quickly, you two. Not long after I called the police, you came."
Entering the house, Zhang Qingfeng smelled a dull odor coming from the house.
"Corpse stinks." Yang Mu, who was experienced, frowned and looked at the young man: "What's going on."
The young man pointed to a room on the second floor of the villa and whispered: "About four days ago, my girlfriend became more and more weird. She started looking for raw meat in the refrigerator to eat. The chicken, duck, and fish bought by the nanny were also eaten.
She was bitten to death and her blood sucked dry."
"In the past two days, when I slept, I kept saying that I smelled good and that I wanted to eat me."
"I definitely wouldn't have thought too much about it before. After all, I often said this before, but the way I eat it is different."
"The nanny was so scared that she ran away, but I can't run away. I love her."
Listening to the young man's words, Yang Mu nodded slightly. He was considered a young man who valued love and justice. In this world, such young men are rare.
The young man whispered: "You said this happened. My girlfriend will be sixty years old in a short time. Her health is not good to begin with. Will she die like this?"
Zhang Qingfeng and Yang Mu couldn't help but look at each other, and suddenly they understood the reason why the young man was so thin and frail.
"I'll go take a look first, Zhang Qingfeng, you stay." Yang Mu shook his head. Young people nowadays, in short, cannot understand him at his age.
After saying that, he slowly walked towards the room on the second floor that the young man pointed to.
The young man was obviously a little afraid of this scene and huddled behind Zhang Qingfeng.
Seeing that Zhang Qingfeng was about the same age as himself, the young man handed over a cigarette and was a little worried: "Brother, do you think my girlfriend is really dead? Since we are boyfriend and girlfriend, can I inherit her inheritance?"
"I don't know..." Zhang Qingfeng took the cigarette awkwardly: "But for us at such a young age, it would be great if we want to make money and work hard on our own."
The young man was stunned and pointed at his arm: "Why didn't I struggle? You won't believe me when I tell you. When I met her, I was a fitness instructor. Look at how many muscles I have left on my body now."
"Workers make money by their strength, and I make money by my strength. We are all working people, and no one is nobler than the other."
At first glance, it seems to make sense.
Zhang Qingfeng shook his head, but he couldn't brag to this guy too much, lest he really heard it.
He looked upstairs.
At this time, Yang Mu had arrived at the door of the room on the second floor, and the smell of corpses was getting stronger and stronger, coming from inside.
In Yang Mu's hand, a dagger engraved with many runes appeared.
He reached out and slowly opened the door. In the bedroom, a rich woman about sixty years old was sitting on the bed, wearing pink pajamas.
Only her eyes were left, her nails were sharp and long, and her teeth became even sharper.
She slowly raised her hand and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Xiao An, Xiao An, who is this, Xiao An."
Yang Mu felt the corpse energy in the rich woman's body.
Yang Mu touched his nose and frowned: "It really stinks."
After speaking, he quickly stepped forward, stabbed the rich woman in the throat with the dagger in his hand.
The rich woman opened her eyes wide and stood up to resist, but she had just become a zombie, so how could she be Yang Mu's opponent.
In an instant, his neck was cut with a sharp dagger, and black blood gushed out from the wound.
However, even if the head was separated, the rich woman's head was still grinning and her arms were waving wildly, as if she wanted to get her head back.
Then, Yang Mu's dagger pierced the rich woman's abdomen violently, and then quickly retreated.
Black corpse energy quickly spurted out from her abdomen, and she kept struggling and roaring on the ground.
In the end, there was no breath.
After seeing this, Yang Mu quickly closed the door, walked downstairs slowly, and said to the young man: "It has been taken care of. Do not open the doors and windows of the room, let alone enter that room. Professionals will be there later." Come and dispose of the body."
"Is this solved?" Zhang Qingfeng couldn't help but ask when he saw Yang Mu coming downstairs.
Yang Mu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhang Qingfeng: "What's wrong?"
"Where's my role?" Zhang Qingfeng pointed to himself: "Don't you need my help..."