A Terrifying Scene

Honglian and Wang Baihu could not help exchanging a glance.

"Don't worry, Miss Zhang Yingzi." Wang Baihu smiled. "My partner and I have seen our share of big scenes. We dare to face blood in all its gore."

"Is that so? Good."

The moment the three entered the hall, Zhang Yingzi stopped. "Careful. Don't touch the door. There's someone on it."

Someone? Wang Baihu had not noticed anything unusual when he entered. Curious, he turned around—and immediately let out a short cry!

"Ah!"

The police officers collecting evidence nearby all looked over.

"Ah, cough cough... My throat was a little itchy... sorry." Wang Baihu coughed twice, staring pale-faced at the writhing intestines on the door as he muttered, "What the hell is this... thing?"

Thick, bloated intestines covered half the door, twisting every which way like a giant centipede. The limbs had been completely rearranged: the two legs were embedded near the top of the door, the arms at the bottom, and half the head was pressed right against the lock.

At a glance, it looked like some kind of grotesque playing card.

Honglian found it chilling as well. "He's still alive?"

"I don't know... I only arrived not long ago, so I haven't conducted a thorough examination. But his blood vessels are still circulating blood, and his eyeballs still react to light, so it's hard to say he's dead." Zhang Yingzi crouched down, her expression complicated. "But if you say he's alive... he can't even utter a word, nor does he respond to anyone's questions. He's practically a vegetable."

No wonder she had described their condition as subtle earlier.

"That ability is way too vicious..." Wang Baihu covered his mouth and muttered. "How can someone be so cruel to their own kind...?"

"Is that so? I don't see it