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Everyone gradually left Ba Bao Zhai, and outside, the first spring rain of winter was falling in Mou Shui city. Everything was shrouded in the misty rain, becoming increasingly blurred.
As night fell, Mou Shui Yamen was bustling with activity. Sun Man had set up several tables of food and drink to celebrate the resolution of the biggest and only murder case in Mou Shui city in the past decade, treating all the bounty hunters.
Everyone was in high spirits. Zeng Liang gathered around the bounty hunters, drinking heartily cup after cup. Only Sun Man wore a displeased expression; after all, he was footing the bill for all this revelry, which was quite a blow for someone like master Sun, who was used to taking advantage of others.
After a few rounds of drinks, nearly everyone had toasted Constable Zeng. Even Zhang Biao, who had been mute due to a severed tongue not long ago, found his spirits lifted and pulled Zeng Liang into drinking two large bowls.
Zeng Liang was enjoying himself when he suddenly remembered something. He turned to his tablemate, bounty hunter Wang Long, and said, "Wang Long, go add some dishes for Li Changjiang and bring him a pot of wine. After all, his life has been quite hard, and he might not have another chance to drink and eat meat."
Wang Long responded with a smile, saying, " Constable Zeng is truly a good person; Li Changjiang will surely be grateful to you."
The lively banquet continued for over two hours before people began to stagger away as they became drunk and the tables were cleared. The bounty hunters swayed as they made their way home to sleep.
Wang Long and another bounty hunter, Song Hui, watched the departing crowd and exchanged glances. "They're all gone; it seems it will just be the two of us on night patrol tonight," Wang Long remarked.
Walking side by side through the vast Yamen, they patrolled for about a tea time's length. Song Hui kept burping from the alcohol or yawning widely, appearing quite fatigued. Wang Long expressed concern, saying, "Brother Song, why don't you head back? There's only a little left; I can manage on my own."
Song Hui shook his head and replied, "That won't do! Everyone else is resting while you’re left to work alone; I can't bear to see that. Let's go; we just have the Coroner's Office left to check. After that, we can return together."
As they approached the Coroner's Office, a shadow suddenly darted past from beside the Black Room.
Though Song Hui was drunk, his eyes were sharper than Wang Long's in the night. He shouted loudly, "Who’s there? Come out!"
The shadow leaped towards the Big Black Room, and Song Hui and Wang Long dared not delay. They drew their knives halfway, pressing them against their waists, and chased after it.
After a short while, Song Hui and Wang Long realized that the shadow was as swift as a ghost, circling around the Black Room again and again, gradually putting more distance between them until it finally vanished without a trace. All that remained were the two panting men and the dark, oppressive Embalming House behind them.
Wang Long stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead, shaking his head as he said, “What on earth was that? Was it human or ghost? How did it suddenly disappear?”
Song Hui was equally exhausted; the effects of the alcohol had dissipated significantly during their frantic chase, and his mind began to clear. He pondered aloud, “Who was that? It doesn’t seem like one of Yamen’s people.”
Before they could catch their breath, a series of eerie, bone-chilling sounds slowly emerged from behind them: “Creak… Creak…”
Wang Long and Song Hui exchanged glances, both displaying expressions of fear. They slowly turned their heads to see the dark Coroner's Office slowly being pushed open as if by a giant devil’s mouth.
Wang Long and Song Hui fully drew their knives, gripping them tightly in their hands as they moved closer to the entrance of the blackened mortuary.
The door to the Black Room was equally dark and cold, now being pushed open slowly. Wang Long felt his heart racing wildly; the closer they got to the Black Room, the more rapid his breathing became, and his entire body started to stiffen.
What should have been a short distance felt like an eternity. “I’ll open the door; be careful!” Song Hui whispered.
Wang Long nodded in response, his gaze fixed firmly on the Black Door.
As Song Hui swallowed hard and reached for the Black Door, just as his fingers were about to touch it, the door suddenly burst open with a loud “bang!” propelled by an unseen force from within. Both Song Hui and Wang Long jumped back instinctively. Before they could react further, something shot out from the Black Room and lunged directly at Song Hui’s face.
All Song Hui could feel was an overpowering stench invading his nostrils—a twisted, grotesque face had pressed right up against him!
Song Hui let out a cry of despair as he swung his knife, a cold, viscous black blood splattering onto him in an instant. Then, with a "clatter," something rolled into the dark corner of the room.
He dared not look again, but beside him, Wang Long's face turned pale, his lips trembling as he murmured, "It... it's Deng Gang..."
Song Hui forcefully pushed the body leaning against his chest away, and with a thud, it fell in front of the Black Room.
As Song Hui carefully examined the body, he saw that the clothes were indeed those worn by Deng Gang in life. However, Deng Gang's head had been severed by Song Hui's desperate strike, leaving only a bare neck from which foul-smelling black blood continued to ooze.
Staring at the headless corpse, it took him a moment to process what he was seeing. His gaze met Wang Long's, and incredulously, he uttered two words: "Zombies!"
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