As spiritual energy revived, I, having acquired certain attributes, gradually ascended to immortalit

"Wooden language, a kind of investigative ability?"

Shen Qing's eyes lit up with joy. Finally, another useful ability had appeared, but now was not the time to study it.

He walked to the end of the corridor and went up the stairs, where there was only a tightly closed security door.

"Are you going to come out on your own, or should I help you?"

"Bang!"

His response was a gunshot, and a bullet hole appeared in the security door.

Shen Qing grabbed with his left hand, and a bullet appeared in his hand, leaving a white mark on his palm that quickly faded away.

"So they really are a criminal gang; they even have handguns?"

Shen Qing's eyes instantly turned cold.

He kicked the security door hard, and the door frame, along with part of the damp and peeling wall, collapsed inward with a loud "boom," sending dust flying everywhere.

When the door is harder than the wall, then the wall becomes the door.

The seven or eight people inside were startled. One of them, holding a pistol, trembled and instinctively fired another shot.

Then they saw the bullet whiz through the air and hit Shen Qing in the abdomen. The expected bloody scene did not appear; instead, it fell to the ground with a "clink".

"You, you're not human either!!"

The man holding the gun was trembling.

At least those corpses could be punched through, so what's going on here?

"Ha, if you ask me, you're the ones who don't even deserve to be called human."

Shen Qing vanished from the spot in a flash. With a few loud bangs, before the others could react, they all collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

He disdainfully patted the non-existent dust off his hands.

He looked around and saw that, seemingly due to the woodcutter's habit of building nests in trees, a thick tree trunk blocked the window and extended into the room.

Shen Qing's heart stirred, and he placed his hand on it. Instantly, a scene appeared in his mind that was neither a picture nor a perception.

Many images flashed by.

The clearest thing is that a person, completely covered up, groped around behind the house for a while and actually opened a basement.

"There's also a basement here."

Shen Qing glanced at the window blocked by the tree trunk. It was too big for him to get out anyway, so he turned around and went downstairs.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I was met with more than a dozen dark gun barrels pointed at me.

Shen Qing said without changing his expression, "The target has been taken care of. Those people are on the second floor, unconscious."

The lead sheriff glanced at Captain Wang Yu subconsciously. Seeing him wave, the sheriffs immediately paired up, raised their riot shields, and carefully entered the building.

As soon as I entered the first-floor corridor, the first thing I saw was Mu Ke's blown-up corpse. Green liquid was everywhere, and it was quite eerie in the dim light.

They couldn't help but shiver, and someone said something.

"Where did this Rakshasa come from...?"

At this moment, outside the building, Sheriff Wang Yu walked up to Shen Qing and said solemnly, "Thank you very much this time."

Shen Qing shook her head. "It was our mission to begin with." She paused, then added, "But, has my bonus from last time arrived?"

He always needs to get some evidence back to prove that he didn't lie and that he really came to collect the bonus.

"We've arrived. I was planning to let you know tomorrow, Monday."

Shen Qing nodded. "They seem to have a basement here too."

He and Wang Yu went around to the narrow alley behind the house, where there was a thick locust tree that almost blocked the way.

Shen Qing found a spot, stomped his foot, and several cracks instantly appeared in the ground, revealing the edge of an iron plate.

He found the handle, pulled hard, and a dark entrance appeared before him.

"I'll go down and check. I'll let you know if there are any problems."

"Take this."

Taking the flashlight from Captain Wang, Shen Qing went down the stairs. The stairs weren't short, and there was a turn.

The further down you go, the more you feel a chilling coldness, and goosebumps involuntarily rise on your skin.

Finally, it came to an end.

Shen Qing turned on his flashlight, and a bright beam of light shone forth. When he saw the scene before him, his pupils instantly contracted.

Corpses, corpses everywhere, neatly laid out on both sides of the ground.

Shen Qing couldn't help but shiver and frowned. If the origin of these corpses couldn't be determined, it would be no small matter.

He realized why zombies had been so common lately; they were probably created from these corpses... They couldn't even find peace in the afterlife.

Suppressing her emotions, Shen Qing slowed her steps and continued walking inside.

From the deepest part, a constant rattling sound, like the friction of iron chains, could be heard.

It was a figure chained up, its posture contorted. When the flashlight shone on it, Shen Qing froze instantly.

"..."

"Where did all these corpses come from?!"

A sudden exclamation came from behind, and Chen Chen and Xie Chong finally arrived.

"Ugh! Aoko, this..."

Chen Chen walked over, retching, and was about to ask something when he looked up and suddenly froze.

"The counselor?!"

Upon hearing the voice, the figure struggled to lift their head. It was a familiar face, but now half of it was bluish-gray—it was their instructor, Zhou Ming.

"Help, help me..."

He mumbled incoherently, only instinctively pleading for help, and it took him several seconds before he seemed to recognize the two people.

"...Shen, Shen Qing...Chen Chen..."

His body is now mostly bluish-gray, but he is still conscious. He is turning into a zombie, and the process is obviously very painful.

"Help! Help me! Why won't you help me!"

Zhou Ming suddenly went berserk, struggling desperately, the iron chains behind him rattling loudly as they were pulled.

After half a minute, seeing that Shen Qing and the others remained silent, he seemed to know that there was no hope for them, and he gradually calmed down.

"Give me a quick death..."

His voice was hoarse, and I don't know what he thought of at the end, but he added a sentence.

"Help, help me, my mom..."

……

One by one, the bodies were carried out by sheriffs in hazmat suits and loaded onto hearses.

Wang Yu looked at the message that the bureau had just sent him on his phone and explained to Shen Qing and the other two:

"There have been no reports of missing or dead adults recently. Based on information comparison, some of these bodies appear to be people who were buried in rural areas, and their household registration information can be found."

Another group consisted of people from neighboring countries, likely illegal immigrants, but we need to wait for information from the Baipu branch office for details, and the time of death cannot be determined yet.

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"Only Zhou Ming went home a few days ago, had a big fight with his mother, and then disappeared."

However, he only had his mother at home who was ill and unable to move around easily, and he didn't go home often, so he never called the police.

The school has practically suspended his work, and he's practically invisible.

"Okay, thank you, Captain Wang," Shen Qing said.

"It's alright." Captain Wang shook his head and turned to direct the scene.

Shen Qing stood there, her expression becoming somewhat complicated.

His relationship with Zhou Ming was neither good nor bad; after all, he rarely interacted with his advisor unless he was considering various evaluations or awards.

He was someone I knew, someone I'd spoken to, and now, because of him and Wu Yuan, he's ended up like this.

Even if an ordinary person encounters a demon, they might die, but they would never have to suffer like this.

"You don't think this is entirely your fault, do you?"

Xie Chong glanced at him from the side.

Shen Qing shook her head.

He wasn't that sentimental, but seeing an acquaintance die in front of him like that left him with mixed feelings.

It's hard not to connect with the other people around him, if one day—he shakes off the thought.

"By the way, what's the situation with the counselor's mother?"