Chapter 1627: Little Cutie
A piercing scream woke Mimosa, who had only just fallen asleep.
Mimosa propped himself up on his arms and looked toward Qin Ran, who sat in a chair, setting down his book.
"Come with me."
Qin Ran said.
After discovering the unusual nature of the dead in this dungeon world, the cautious Qin Ran tried to keep Mimosa within his sight to ensure his safety.
After all, Qin Ran could not be certain whether the intelligent dead here retained some of their old, inherent traits.
For example, a fear of sunlight.
Mimosa put on his coat and followed Qin Ran downstairs.
When Qin Ran opened the restaurant door, he could already see a crowd gathered beneath a streetlamp not far away.
The streetlamp went out as the sun rose. A burly man hung there by his neck, his face purple and his tongue protruding far from his mouth, swaying gently in the morning breeze.
"John Dyson!"
When Mimosa recognized the hanged man's face, he immediately let out a quiet gasp.
He was surprised, but even more frightened.
Qin Ran narrowed his eyes.
He stood beside the streetlamp and examined the corpse carefully.
The clothes were intact.
There were no external injuries.
A handcuff still hung from one wrist.
Instinctively, Qin Ran thought of last night's first customer.
Not only can they give thanks.
They can also...
Take revenge?
Qin Ran thought silently.
If no one was behind this, then... there was a considerable chance he would run into trouble.
A shrill police siren drew closer.
The crowd immediately parted.
The short sheriff with curly brown hair walked directly beneath the corpse, his face grim.
Only after studying it for four or five minutes did the sheriff order his officers to take the body down.
The medical