American Zombie Detective

Chapter 241 Island Sealing

Qin Jin quietly rolled out of bed, went to the window and looked outside. What he saw immediately confirmed his guess!

The entire coastline of Devil's Island was sealed off by thick fog, like a wall that stretched straight into the sky! The fog was so thick it was like ink that couldn't be dissolved, obscuring the sky and swallowing the entire island in a foggy nightmare.

Even more strangely, wisps of fog have filled the island, and they are getting thicker and heavier. The raging wind and rain have mysteriously disappeared, leaving only this cold and ominous white fog.

The entire island was like a dead corpse, silent and still in the night.

He heard a rustling sound of someone turning over behind him. Qin Jin turned around and saw Constantine shifting his body in his sleep. He went over and patted him on the shoulder. "Ugh—Qin?!"

Constantine groggily opened his eyes, and upon seeing Qin Jin's face, he instantly became wide awake, his voice low and menacing: "Hey?"

"Something's not right. Get up and don't make a sound." Qin Jin's voice was very low.

In this silence, Qin Jin chose to observe the situation and decide what to do next.

Constantine immediately crept up; he and Qin Jin hadn't even taken off their clothes while sleeping, so he kicked off his shoes and got up.

At this moment, Qin Jin had already arrived at the prison door. He reached out and pushed it, but the door was strangely ajar. He could easily push it open and escape. "Ah!!!"

A piercing scream came from downstairs across the street, startling Constanze awake. He hurriedly came over and looked around with Qin Jin.

Suddenly, a cell door on the second floor opposite was pushed open, and a prisoner covered in blood tumbled and crawled out, fleeing for his life down the corridor. Behind him, something that made your scalp crawl out was something else entirely!

It was a knight radiating a ghostly blue light, seated on an equally ghostly blue warhorse, holding a longsword in his hand, and his neck was bare—

It was the headless horseman that Old Pete mentioned in his afternoon story!

"WFK! What the hell?!" Constable gasped, nearly flung the door open, but Qin Jin grabbed his hand: "Don't move!"

Qin Jin's voice was very low: "Let's assess the situation and hold off for now."

The headless horse clattered rapidly down the corridor, its speed so great that it caught up with the prisoner in an instant.

He leaned slightly forward and swung his longsword.

Click!

A head flew into the air, tumbling through the dark corridor. Large amounts of blood gushed from the severed head, splattering all over the floor. The rushing body continued forward for several meters before collapsing, sliding half a meter, with blood gurgling out.

The knight reached out with his free hand, precisely grabbed the hair, and held the dripping head in his hand. Then, he and his horse, like phantoms, crashed into the wall next to him and disappeared.

The whole process was silent and terrifying, with only the initial scream still faintly echoing in the corridor.

That scream was like the flip of a switch.

One after another, many prison doors on each floor were pushed open, and scattered figures ran out in a panic.

Hurried footsteps echoed from the fourth floor, followed by the sound of doors opening one after another.

Qin Jin glanced around and immediately spotted several familiar faces:

Butcher Ivan emerged from the cell, glanced around the nearby cells, and brought out two of his men, who looked a little dazed, as if they hadn't woken up yet.

On the west side of the third floor, Roy, the "messenger" of the Gate of Destiny, also came out. He was chanting something in a low voice, and there were four or five people gathered around him. They looked more clear-headed and resolute than Ivan's group.

El, the leader of MS-13, fared much worse. In the area where he was located, he was the only one who staggered out, with no one of his men in sight.

He muttered curses as he looked around, then decided to make his way alone toward the main entrance to the front hall.

Besides these prominent figures, a few other prisoners woke up. Qin Jin saw Old Pete, the storyteller, Jerry, the skinny monkey, and Hans, the cold-faced, ruthless, and deranged serial killer.

This included a few MS-13 members or members of the Gate of Destiny, who emerged from other floors, totaling only about twenty people.

Some of these people started running towards Ivan and Roy to join them, while others chased after El towards the first floor, and still others ran directly towards the restaurant.

El, the guillotine wielder, had reached the vicinity of the prison gate. He seemed to want to leave from there, but immediately turned back.

Almost simultaneously, several prison guards rushed out from the main gate, led by the acting team leader, Kaden, who was on duty that day.

"Stop! El! Cover your heads and crouch down! And you too!"

Kaden raised his gun and roared, but his voice was slightly distorted with fear. He also saw prisoners fleeing from other floors.

Two prison guards had already given chase to El, but he ignored them completely, simply sprinting headlong towards the restaurant.

Suddenly, "crash!"

With a muffled thud from overhead, several dark figures suddenly plummeted from mid-air, crashing straight into the hall, even bouncing upon landing.

The first thing everyone saw was a bluish-black face with its head twisted unnaturally. Its eye sockets were empty and grayish-white, without pupils. A thick rope was tightly strangled around its neck, and a long, rotting, red tongue drooped from the corner of its mouth, with tiny white maggots wriggling on it.

Their bodies lay prone on the ground, bowed low, their heads also lowered.

Hanged ghost!

At this moment, time seemed to have been paused!

Running, chasing, screaming—everyone was frozen in place, stunned by this sudden, inexplicable, bizarre sight.

The next second, the tilted head suddenly lifted up, accompanied by a chilling sound of bones grinding together. It began to lift up little by little, and the corners of its mouth started to twitch. Its grayish-white eye sockets faced the spot where the sound had just come out, and it opened its mouth full of stench!

"W————WTF?! What the hell is that?! Don't move! Stop!"

One of the closest prison guards was so terrified by the smile that he instinctively raised his gun and screamed, his voice distorted with fear.

The sound was like a stone thrown into a lake, shattering the eerie tranquility!

Several hanged ghosts simultaneously twisted their heads, turning their faces toward the prison guard, staring intently at him—

The prison guard instinctively took a step back, his fingers tightened, and he pressed the trigger down half an inch. As soon as these monsters pounced on him, he could fire immediately!

But no!

The hanged ghosts didn't pounce; they just stared blankly at the jailer, slowly tilting their heads to the side and lowering them—

The others clearly saw that, following the hanged man's movements, the prison guard's head gradually tilted to the side, slowly lowering towards his shoulder.

"Peters! No!"

A prison guard nearby suddenly shouted!

Before the scream could even finish, the other hanged ghosts had already turned their faces towards him, staring straight at him.

The prison guard abruptly stopped speaking. He, like Peters, was stunned for a moment, and then began to tilt his head lower and lower it towards his shoulders.

In this situation, no one dared to speak up. Kaden seemed to want to come up and help them. He took a step forward stealthily, but before his foot landed, he bit his lip and retreated, his forehead covered with beads of cold sweat.

If even the prison guards didn't dare to move, then naturally no one else did either!

Everyone stood frozen in place, like wooden statues, watching as the two prison guards lowered their heads lower and lower until they reached their shoulders.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the hall!

Under the watchful eyes of the hanged ghost, they broke their own cervical vertebrae and then collapsed limply to the ground.

The heads of all the hanged ghosts began to rise again, slowly straightening, their grayish-white pupils scrutinizing the quiet prison cells.

No one dared to make a sound, and no one dared to move, except for the two corpses that had just died! Because—

They made a move!

Some parts of it began to wriggle, crawling out of the corpse, then twisting, struggling, and trying to lift itself off...

They pulled it out of the corpse, then slowly lowered the body, tilting the head back up—

Grayish-white eye sockets, a rotting red tongue, and a head tilted at a ninety-degree angle—

They've become exactly like these hanged ghosts!