"Are you... sure?"
"Sure. I may be a survivor who's lived from before the apocalypse until now, but I can still tell what I'm looking at. That should be a...
"Someone similar to a zombie, but not a zombie."
"Similar?"
"Yeah... His eyes were red, that bloodthirsty scarlet I've only ever seen in zombies."
I'd only ever encountered that feeling in zombies. The guy who'd drunk the blood was most likely a mutated zombie.
"You're that sure?"
"What? You don't believe me? Fine, investigate however you like..."
As I spoke, I prepared to send him on his way. The man was quite sensible. Seeing how annoyed I was, he didn't press me any further and simply nodded.
"Okay. I hope what you said is true."
With that, he turned and left.
Watching him hurry away, I shut the door, a trace of concern showing in my eyes.
The head of the security team hadn't been nearly as haughty just now as he'd been yesterday. It was strange... Had he found something out? Was that why he was being so polite to me?
Or had this kind of death happened more than once or twice already, making him rush around like this?
I frowned. It seemed Jingmen City wasn't peaceful either.
Still, it didn't have much to do with me. I'd be leaving in a day or two anyway, so they could investigate the case themselves. There were plenty of mutated zombies, and it was normal for a few of them to be intelligent. Mo Feibai was one, after all.
I got back into bed and set my knife beside me, just in case, then closed my eyes. By the time I opened them again, the sun was already high in the sky.
I stretched and did a hundred or so