Chapter 1144: Resurrected Corpse

Rumble!

A black police car with tail flames was parked inside the Public Security Bureau in Kimbert City.

'I must be crazy! '

Apprentice inspector Vivienne got out of the car, her long legs immediately attracted a lot of attention.

She was unaware of this, and was even in a trance: "A little ghost came to me and told me that there were ghouls, and I actually believed it a little bit... Although he is not too young, he is only four or five years younger than me." It looks so cute... wait a minute, what am I thinking? case! case! '

A homicide occurred in the jurisdiction, so it was natural to investigate and deal with it as soon as possible. After today's visit, Vivienne was very frustrated to find that she seemed to have found nothing.

"Vivian, come to the office immediately, the victim's information has been further updated!"

However, after returning to the General Administration, there was good news.

"Really? Did you find anything?"

Vivian immediately regained her spirits, as if she saw the dawn of removing the word trainee.

"Carpon Ansinino, thirty-seven years old, an international fugitive, once committed a crime of robbery and murder in Dominglang City, Holy Heber, and arrested and attacked the police... At least seven people were killed on his body!"

Some bald, oily-faced boss Blake handed over a document, the first page was a realistic sketch, exactly like the victim.

"Absconding to our city, he only changed his surname. It's very bold! Maybe he thought that after crossing the border, the search and arrest efforts would be reduced?"

Vivian made a comment and looked at the evaluation of the information: "The target has strong hand-to-hand combat capabilities, and the methods are extremely brutal. The bounty is 50 gold punks! This is wrong! Very wrong!"

"Yes, it is impossible for such a murderer to be killed by a few stray dogs, even tigers and cheetahs..."

Blake lit a cigar.

"Inspector Black! There is also Inspector Vivienne, the chief inspector, please come!"

Just then, a police officer timidly knocked on the door with a message.

Half an hour later, in the office of the director general, there was a roar:

"Why? This is a case I'm following. Significant progress has been made. Why do you want to give black skins to the Federation? Is it because they have the FBI name?"

"Sorry, but I want to remind you that you are all in black uniforms like us..." A man wearing sunglasses and wearing a black uniform said with a blank expression, "The reason why this matter will be taken over by our investigation bureau , because you have no ability to solve..."

"That's right, Inspector Black. After I found out that there might be dangerous creatures in Kimbert City, I started an investigation and found many strange disappearances. The targets were bachelors and homeless people. If they died, they would hardly cause any harm." The number of people to pay attention to is... quite astonishing!"

The director general said in a calm voice: "In view of the files brought by the investigation department, similar cases have occurred in other regions, so I decided to give the case a joint investigation!"

"Actually... I still have one thing I want to ask everyone!"

Ryan, the second-level investigator from the investigation department, smiled: "I don't know if I can second this beautiful lady to me. I just hope to have an assistant who is familiar with Kimbert City..."

...

fire!

As far as the eye can see, there are dazzling fire lights.

A group of people surged forward, holding torches and wearing tall pointed hats, covering their faces.

Dense forests, fleeing, circling like beasts and hunters.

"Live! Must live!"

The last thing that caught his attention was the pair of gentle and beautiful eyes, as well as the back without hesitation.

"ah!!!"

Nietzsche woke up with a scream and wiped the cold sweat off his face.

Since that day, he has become an orphan, and his parents told him that when he becomes an adult, the mark of sin will be fully aroused, attracting wave after wave of heretics.

They will use all unimaginable methods to torture him, make him howl in pain, and finally sacrifice his flesh and blood to an unknown demon.

This is the price and interest of his ancestors who defected as sacrifices!

Even the ancestors speculated that the original ceremony was to deliberately let his ancestors escape, so as to offer his blood descendants as sacrifices.

"Little ghost, what's the name of the ghost?"

The cold wind howled, and there was a fierce sound of dissatisfaction in the darkness next to him.

As a wandering orphan, Nietzsche naturally couldn't get any good care. Even if he went to work illegally, he would be severely squeezed. He could do anything to make a living.

At this time, I lived under a bridge hole, wrapped in old newspapers and waste paper shells.

Nearly all the homeless people around him had the same experience. Some were bankrupt, some were disabled, or seriously ill. It was not surprising to find a dead body every morning.

And there is no warmth at all between them.

Nietzsche reached out and grabbed a black iron dagger.

Because of the nightmare, he slept very lightly, which was beneficial instead, preventing him from being plotted against in his sleep.

'Ghoul...Miss Vivienne, and that mysterious shopkeeper...'

He took a deep breath, thinking about what had happened.

Yesterday, in order to visit Vincent's exhibition and buy enlightening water in a small shop, he had already used up the last copper in his pocket, and even went hungry once.

And today's results are even more frustrating.

Even though he already knew some amazing information, the trainee inspector lady didn't trust him at all.

"No... No, my focus seems to be wrong. The mysterious shop owner, Mr. Andy, is more worthy of investigation..."

The reason for paying attention to these is to obtain extraordinary power.

There is no doubt that it is much safer to start with the shopkeeper than the ghoul.

"It's a pity... I don't have money... money? Wait a minute, there is another person... that young man who bought a big blood-red book for a gold punk!"

Nietzsche slapped himself on the head violently.

He found that in that small shop, he was always easy to forget something.

Especially when talking with the shop owner, it seems that he will be influenced by the other party unconsciously and ignore something.

"What a terrible man. If possible, I really don't want to deal with him... But that young man, if he is found, will he share the mysterious book with me?"

Nietzsche seriously considered this possibility.

rustle!

rustle!

After an unknown amount of time, an unusual sound came to his ears.

"What... is there around?"

He became alert all of a sudden, gripping the dagger tightly.

In an instant, the surrounding breathing became a lot heavier, obviously he was not the only one who found out.

'Is that the rumor? Has a special attack on homeless people? '

Thinking of this, Nietzsche's spirit became more vigilant.

Homeless people also have their own circles. Recently, some news has spread that many healthy homeless people have disappeared in Kimbert City.

Affected by this news, this small campsite also became jittery.

Don't look at these homeless people who have nothing, but when they are really cornered, they will exude terrifying madness.

"With so many people, and they are all vigilant, the murderer should not dare to..."

Just as Nietzsche was thinking, he suddenly seemed to hear a thin chant in his ear.

The other party's tone is very strange, with a hissing noise:

"May you be bitten by black snakes, may you be stung by wasps, flesh puppets, obey me, I am the king of voodoo!!! Hiss..."

Hiss! !

rustle!

All kinds of noises came and went, followed by the sound of falling to the ground.

Someone screamed in panic and lit oil lamps and newspapers.

Suddenly, with the light of the fire, Nietzsche seemed to see winding black snakes and wasps the size of a fist in the air.

Snapped!

A tingling pain came from the ankle, and the feeling of numbness spread all over the body.

Nietzsche's hand went numb, the dagger fell to the ground, and his whole body fell down.

"Woooo..."

It was as if a hemp ball had been stuffed in his mouth, and his tongue became too big, and he couldn't speak anything, only a low whining sound.

Afterwards, he saw in horror that all the black snakes on the ground slowly turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

'This is extraordinary power! '

After having this realization, Nietzsche looked around, and finally saw a figure approaching slowly, it was Simon whom he had seen in the shop today!

"Just a weak and paralyzing spell can overturn a homeless camp... Voodoo rituals, really powerful..."

Simon walked over with a look of excitement on his face: "It's not in vain that I sold everything I could sell, and even borrowed a loan shark, but it's nothing. With this kind of power, I am Kimbert City Emperor in the dark!"

He kicked over a guy who was obviously terminally ill, and came to a homeless man with healthy limbs: "Yes, be a part of my strength!"

Of course, Simon would not attack a homeless camp for no reason. The reason for doing so was to create a 'resurrected corpse'.

According to the content of the voodoo scriptures, his mana at this time is too low, and he can only cast some small spells that are effective for ordinary people.

Once you encounter the ghoul you met that day, it is still very dangerous.

But the reanimated corpse is different! They are powerful, tireless, painless, and have amazing fighting power. They are the best guards for Voodoo wizards.

And the main material needed to make a reincarnated corpse is a strong living person!

It requires the caster to use some medicines and spells to imprison the thinking of living people, leaving only the vigorous body, and then refining it through secret methods to make this body stronger and infinitely powerful.

Sometimes, Voodoo wizards will also refine their enemies into such "living dead", so that they will be tortured forever.

The most important thing is that these reanimated corpses are still living creatures in essence! There have even been instances of being rescued.