Ten minutes later, the mobile phone received a text message, the number was 100XX, and the recharge of 2,000 yuan was successful, which made Zhang Yang feel ridiculous and touched.
After more than three hours of bumpy driving, we finally stopped in Yuping City. It was still dozens of miles away from the Zhangpu Town that Xie Minghui mentioned, so we had to take a taxi.
The two took a taxi at the train station. When they heard that they were going to Zhangpu Town, they both refused.
In desperation, the two of them paid an extra three hundred yuan before finally finding a dilapidated black taxi and hurried towards the town.
"I see you are still two students, right? Do you know that there is a plague in Zhangpu Town?"
The black taxi driver is in his forties, with a dark face, and at first glance he looks like someone who is busy working to make a living.
There were still more than 20 kilometers to Zhangpu Town, so we started chatting in the car.
"We are students. We went to hang out with our classmates this time. We have heard about plagues. Medical treatment is so advanced now that even if it is a plague, it is nothing to be afraid of."
Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Alas, you are still students and don't understand. It's not as simple as the plague."
The driver was very talkative and continued mysteriously: "It's actually not a plague. There are zombies over there. Have you seen Resident Evil? It's just like in the movie. As long as you are bitten by them, you will become a zombie."
"so serious?"
Zhang Yang and Xie Minghui were both shocked. They didn't expect that a taxi driver knew about this.
"A relative of mine over there told me what he told me when he came to my home. It's absolutely true."
The driver looked confident: "I heard that many people have turned into zombies, so you should be careful."
It is said that people's words are terrible, and rumors are always easily exaggerated, but it also shows that sometimes blocking information will lead to random speculation among the people.
"Is your relative okay?" Zhang Yang deliberately showed a frightened look, moved his body, and deliberately kept a certain distance from him.
"Don't be afraid, my relatives will definitely be fine."
The driver's face showed embarrassment and said: "I'm fine. He also listened to what others said."
"How can you believe what others say?"
…
The driver heard the doubts about him in his words, but he couldn't produce any evidence. Especially when he saw the evil smile on Zhang Yang's face, he knew that he was teasing him, so he stopped talking to the two of them.
When the car arrived a few miles away from Zhangpu Town, the driver refused to go any further. Zhang Yang gave him three hundred yuan and drove away quickly.
Zhang Yang asked Xie Minghui to take him to the small bridge where several people were found to take a look.
The river water is crystal clear, with a depth that can reach up to a person's knees at most. Next to the bridge is a man-made path.
Zhang Yang walked under the bridge and felt a gentle breeze blowing in. It was extremely cool but did not feel cold at all, which meant that there were no unclean things like resentful spirits.
Since there is no need to go into the water to check where several people are hiding, the criminal police team is more professional than themselves, and they will not let go of any clues.
There are few passers-by. It seems that most villagers will choose to stay at home due to the impact of this incident.
A dilapidated two-story building with two police vans and several off-road vehicles parked in front of the door is the Zhangpu Town Public Security Bureau.
"What do you do?" An old man in his fifties who was a messenger came out to stop the two of them and asked warily.
"My father's name is Xie Rentang. I came to see him for something."
"Wait a moment." The old man looked at the two of them carefully again and returned to the communication room to make a call.
When it was confirmed that Xie Minghui was the son of the criminal police captain, his face immediately changed to a smile and he watched the two of them walk in.
Xie Rentang's office was on the second floor. Zhang Yang saw from downstairs that the windows of several rooms on the second floor were covered with black cloth, which should be where four patients were kept.
"Didn't you go to school? What are you doing back here?"
A tall man in police uniform stood up on the chair, especially after seeing Zhang Yang who walked in with him, he immediately asked loudly.
He must be Xie Minghui's father, Xie Rentang, who is in his forties, has thick eyebrows, big eyes, dark skin, and an intimidating righteousness.
Instead of being happy to see his son, he had a gloomy face. He had already guessed that his son must have revealed the matter.
"Uncle Xie, you don't have to blame Minghui. I asked him to bring me here." Zhang Yang knew what he was thinking and pointed it out directly.
"Who are you……"
"Dad, he is my classmate Zhang Yang. I have already told him about this." Xie Minghui was obviously timid in front of his father and said in a low voice.
Bang!
Xie Rentang had an angry look on his face and slapped the desk hard.
"Who asked you to tell me? You actually brought someone here. The matter hasn't been clarified yet. What should you do if danger occurs?"
"I……"
Xie Minghui trembled all over and felt like he was about to cry, which showed his usual fear of this father.
"Uncle Xie, don't blame him. Minghui was also scratched by those people and was almost in danger."
"What?"
There was worry in Xie Rentang's words. After all, he was his son, so he was strict. When he heard that his son was scratched by those people, he was immediately filled with panic.
"Yeah, but Zhang Yang has already cured it for me."
"Where is the injury?"
Xie Minghui hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, but the scars were still obvious.
"Xiao Liu." Xie Rentang shouted out the door.
"Captain Xie, what do you want from me?" A young man in his twenties ran in.
"Take him to the hospital immediately for a comprehensive examination."
"Dad, no need, I told you that Zhang Yang has already cured me." Xie Minghui had an anxious look on his face, knowing that his father would not believe his words.
In fact, Zhang Yang also understood that he was Xie Minghui's classmate. How could he believe a student who said he cured his son's disease?
It's just that this doubt has not been voiced.
"Uncle Xie, this disease cannot be cured by the hospital."
Zhang Yang paused and continued: "If we can't find the reason why these people are sick, we can't solve this disease at all."
"What are his symptoms? How can you be sure you have cured him?"
Xie Rentang was panicked just now, but now that he saw that his son didn't feel any strange, he calmed down a lot and asked.
When he saw those people, they had already entered a state of madness, and his son was scratched. He also wanted to know what the early reaction of this disease would be, which might be helpful to this case.
"My whole body is cold, my mind is blurred, and I am afraid of the light." Zhang Yang paused and continued: "I am a talisman doctor."
Bang...
After he finished speaking, he raised his arm, and the beige talisman appeared in his hand. It burned immediately with the sound, emitting light blue flames.
He was not trying to show off, but wanted Xie Rentang to believe in him as soon as possible. This was also the most direct way.
"Fu doctor? Feudal superstition?"
Xie Rentang showed a look of surprise on his face and continued: "You mean, those people are really zombies?"
As the captain of the criminal police brigade, he naturally did not believe in these zombie ghosts, but Zhang Yang's display of skills at least made him feel that the young man in front of him was unusual.
"It doesn't matter whether it's feudal superstition or not. Those people are not zombies, but they have something in common with zombies. That's the scariest thing."
Zhang Yang is not an alarmist. If it is a disease, it can be solved with medical skills.
If it is a zombie, there are still many capable people and strangers, and people who can exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts do exist.
But this situation between the two, which neither side can solve, is the most frightening.
"Xiao Liu, what's the situation at the hospital?" Xie Rentang pondered for a moment, then turned to ask Xiao Liu, who was in a daze next to him.
"Captain Xie, the results of the blood tests on these people at the hospital..." Xiao Liu glanced at Zhang Yang and Xie Minghui, with a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Say." Xie Rentang dismissed his concerns.
"The blood cells of these people have died, which means these people may be dead."
"It's not a possibility, it's a fact."
Zhang Yang showed a helpless smile and continued: "I just don't understand what controls their bodies."
"Then what method did you use to treat Minghui?" Xie Rentang began to believe him and asked curiously.
"It's not convenient to say this, and it has nothing to do with your solving the case. I can only tell you that initial treatment is possible, but it can only be a single treatment. Once there are multiple patients, I have nothing to do."
Zhang Yang thought to himself that even if he said that he could cure Nine Yang True Fire, they might not believe it, let alone how many people could know Nine Yang True Fire?
Xie Minghui's illness was so overbearing in the early stages, and he consumed a lot of energy. If multiple people were treated or the condition was serious, he would really not be sure.
"Okay, but I still hope you will think about it, even if you tell me alone." Xie Rentang said helplessly.
What Zhang Yang showed just now shows that he is not simple, and what he said is sincere, and it is not easy for him to force it.
"Uncle Xie, can you tell me about these people?"
Zhang Yang thought to himself, since there is no explanation, let's start with the basic situation of these people and see if there are any clues.
"They are villagers from nearby villages. I have checked and there is nothing unusual about them."
Xie Rentang looked up at the window, his face full of confusion, and continued: "It's just that one of them went out to work at the beginning of the year, and he suddenly appeared here without even returning home. The main reason should be him."
"Where does he work? What kind of job does he do?" Zhang Yang asked hurriedly.
"I'm working in Beidu, but I don't know what kind of work I will do."
A wry smile appeared on Xie Rentang's face and he continued: "He has not applied for a temporary residence permit. I have also coordinated with the Beidu police to find people who can work with him through various channels. However, there are so many immigrants in Beidu that it is like finding a needle in a haystack. Even if we can find it,
, it will take some time, but now that this matter has spread, how can we have so much time?"
Indeed, if something like this happens, although there is a plague to prevent it, if there is no result to explain to the people for a long time, the rumors will become more and more outrageous, and it will be easier to cause panic among the people.
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?" When a few people were deep in thought, there was a roar of cars, and then the old man's shout came from the door. (To be continued)