Other than that, there doesn't seem to be much to it. For more exciting, please visit Blank's face is very ordinary, belonging to the old people who can be seen everywhere. Compared to the person who died of blood, his expression before death was not very hideous. On the contrary, from his face, there seemed to be a sense of relief.

"After that, let's get out quickly." Andrew kept his eyes closed all the time, not even looking at his poor uncle.

"Offer a flower and go." I sighed, and although I didn't believe that there was heaven or hell after death, respect for the dead was still necessary.

Handing him the flowers, Andrew hesitated for a moment, he narrowed his eyelids slightly and was about to perfunctory. I immediately shouted, "Don't throw it, give me good flowers." ”

"Cut!" He made a dejected sound of 'being seen through' from his nose. Under my watchful eyes, I had no choice but to shrink and stretch my hand as far as I could, and put white flowers on my uncle's chest.

"It's over, let's go." He let out a long breath and was about to withdraw his hand with relief. That's when the unexpected horror happened.

Blank's corpse shuddered suddenly, and its withered, barely watery hand gripped Andrew's wrist. The invisible threads that the corpse had used for beauty were broken alive, and its eyelids were opened, and the eyelids were still covered with transparent threads. Blank's eyes were strikingly yellow, dirty and unrefreshed.

But the pair of eyeballs stared at Andrew deadly, without blinking, as if they wanted to eat their nephew into their stomachs one bite at a time.

"It's alive! Zombie! Resident Evil! Andrew's frightened head was amused, he screamed, and his mouth kept unconsciously repeating some words that could be thought of in an instant.

I was also frightened, watching the half of the doctor's corpse slowly lift up, and the distance between his face and Andrew was getting closer and closer, and his brain didn't react for a while.

When he realized that the current situation was not a dream at all, but something was happening, he immediately took action. My gaze quickly scanned left and right, and finally settled on a pine chair. Running over to pick up the chair, I scurried to the coffin and slammed it down on the head of the moving corpse.

The quality of the chair is expected to be much better, and I don't know how many times I smashed it like this. I smashed the corpse's scalp open, revealing the yellowed skull inside.

"Hands, my hands." Andrew finally reacted. He struggled desperately, but unfortunately the dry hand grabbed him so tightly that no matter how hard he struggled, it had no effect.

"Don't worry, I'm trying to figure it out." I pulled the Swiss Army knife out of my pocket, pulled out the largest one, and slashed hard at the arm. However, compared to the function of mainly cutting fruits, the arm is too big for this knife. The sharp knife cut into the flesh, and although it touched the bone, not a drop of blood came out. It seems that when the murderer killed him, he was very professional.

The knife sliced through the bones with great difficulty, making a tooth-aching sound.

This behavior did not seem to have any effect on the corpse in front of it, and it propped up its body little by little. As the flowers in the coffin surged, the lower half of his body in mourning clothes was about to be exposed. It could be seen that it was trying to climb out of the coffin.

"Brother, help. Pain! The five fingers of the corpse, which were as dry as branches, seemed to have infinite strength, and the fingers almost sank into the fat of Andrew's arm.

In the face of the loss of this body that does not hurt when it is beaten and cannot be cut, and it cannot be cut and cut, I really have no way. I was about to take out the pistol hidden in my coat pocket to see if it would work.

At this moment, only a loud 'pop' sound was heard. The corpse that had already opened its mouth and was about to bite into his nephew's throat suddenly burst open.

The scraps of meat rushed in and rained down on Andrew and me.

What's going on? Puzzled, I turned my stiff neck and looked at the source of the sound. I saw Officer Dre standing at the entrance of the tunnel with a blue face, holding a gun in both hands, and the muzzle of the gun was slowly emitting green smoke.

Seeing that we looked dumbfounded, he scratched his hair with his gun and said, "You haven't come out for a long time, I'll come in and have a look." Tsk, how did the corpse become like this? Andrew, I know the grief of your deceased loved ones, but you don't have to be so grieved that you are ready to take your uncle's body away. Tsk, the corpse's head is rotten. ”

This bastard, apparently blind to the fact that corpses move, obviously blew off the corpse's head by him, and actually threw all the responsibility on us.

Andrew was about to speak, when I pulled him hard. It's not easy. Officer Dre must have known about the movement of corpses, which explains why there were so many plainclothes police officers out there. It seems that this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened. What weird things are going on in this Amber Town? Why can a corpse move after death? What exactly is this Dre trying to hide?

A wise man speaks when he should speak, and never speaks when he shouldn't. Since the police deliberately conceal it, don't ask extra questions on the cusp of the waves. Even if you want to figure out what happened, you have to find the right opportunity.

I pulled the frightened Andrew and walked out behind Leon.

The church, including the Tomb and Regia, all ignored the dregs of our flesh, and they uttered many comforting words to Andrew, such as 'Mourning and Change', and then left one by one.

Andrew, who had become numb in his thinking, followed me like a marionette, numbly signing the piece handed to me by the priest. Both the priest and Leon breathed a sigh of relief, visibly relieved.

Officer Leon left the church and was about to drive away when I hurried over and knocked on his glass.

"What's the matter?" His expression seemed unnatural, as if he had guessed what I was trying to ask.

I did as he wished" Don't you want to explain something about what just happened? ”

"Explain?" The officer turned his head and thought for a moment, "When a person dies, he becomes a corpse, and a corpse can have irritating convulsions after being left for a while, you know?" Today you are lucky, and you just happened to meet it. ”

I sneered, "A corpse without a drop of blood on its body can also irritate convulsions? ”

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