Zombies of the new age are troubled

Chapter 450 Eat Lunch
After the policewoman rushed out, she ran to a corner and began to retch.

Soon.

Another figure rushed out from inside, this man, Wang Xiaolu had never seen before.

The man quickly joined the ranks of the female policemen, and the different retching sounds made Wang Xiaolu feel a little nauseous.

"Let's go in."

Wang Xiaolu walked in without No. [-] hesitation. It had been a long time and the weather was relatively hot.

In addition to the smell of rotting corpses, there is also a strong and pungent stench in the room.

When she walked in, her first feeling was that this murderer must have something wrong in his heart.

Actually killing people while painting on the wall, it's still a landscape painting.

On the small river among the mountains and forests, a small boat was drawn with a woman on board.

This woman was not painted, but replaced by a head with long hair.

If she guessed correctly, it should be the undiscovered head at the corpse scene.

In the center of this room, there is a large bed, on which a skin of a woman is being spread.

Beside it was a pressure cooker with a pair of hands and a pair of feet in it.

The curtains are drawn tightly.

The whole room gave off an eerie air.

Wang Xiaolu kept walking up and down the room without any discomfort on his face.

After Hu Qing saw it, he couldn't help but praise Wang Xiaolu in his heart.

Wang Xiaolu checked very carefully, not letting go of every corner.

Then, she found a rag in a gap in the wall. This rag was very small, only the size of a fingernail.

Wang Xiaolu didn't do anything, but called Hu Qing not far away.

"Uncle Hu, come here and see if this thing is useful."

Hu Qing hurried over, he just took a look, and asked the policewoman who just came in to put the thing in a sealed bag.

Behind.

Everyone didn't find anything, and it was time for lunch.

Wang Xiaolu followed Hu Qing out of the murder scene.

"You should be hungry, go and clean up first, then come and eat!"

"Ok."

Wang Xiaolu didn't look like he came out of the murder scene at all. After cleaning up, he picked up a box lunch with a calm face and started eating.

While eating, I couldn't help muttering, "The taste is too bad, it doesn't taste good at all."

Others don't know the meaning of this sentence, but Hu Qing knows it very well.

At the same time, he admired Xiaolu so much in his heart that he could still eat.

A group of five policemen plus one Wang Xiaolu, the others obviously didn't have much food, and they ate mouthfuls of their lunch boxes.

Forgive them, as soon as I saw the dishes in the box lunch, I thought of the stewed hands and feet in the house, and it would be good if I didn't spit it out on the spot.

Wang Xiaolu ate a box, then turned around and went back to the scene of the murder. Normally, this was not enough for her to get between her teeth.

At the moment, it's just a routine to fill the stomach, so that at least it won't make a sound of protest.

When Hu Qing walked in, he saw Xiaolu circling around the human skin on the table.

Except for the head and hands and feet, there is not a single piece of the human skin missing.

He had observed carefully, not to mention that the human skin was very thin, but there was no trace of damage, which showed that the murderer's sword skill was very good.

Wang Xiaolu obviously saw this too, and she couldn't help but think of the potato chips cut by Sister Meng and the potato chips she cut herself.

One is so thin that light can pass through, and the other is uneven and thick.

"The approach is very professional."

"Yes."

Hu Qing came over and said: "Not everyone can do such a superb sword skill."

(End of this chapter)