American comics: This guy is crazy

Divisional police station.

Barry is a trainee forensic doctor who happens to be living in the police dormitory between exorcisms at home.

And today is the day of duty.

It may be due to supernatural blessings.

Originally, Barry had finished washing and was ready to go to bed early.

As a result, a body was sent for autopsy.

The problem lies in the funeral parlor where the forensic doctor works several kilometers away from the police station. After all, a freezer is needed to store the body, and the police station has no rules for keeping the body overnight.

As a last resort, Barry put on his clothes and rushed to the funeral home.

In the middle of the process, the boss in charge of the partner went home to deal with the matter as soon as he got a call, and Barry completed all the dissection work.

With a degree in forensic medicine, Barry is naturally able to complete the work alone.

But then a series of strange things that he couldn't explain happened, which frightened him.

First there is something strange happening at home, and then there is a strange corpse in the funeral home.

Barry first thought of two masters of exorcism in his home.

…

Hang up the phone.

Allen picked up Bruce and went to save people.

Bruce reluctantly drove to the funeral home.

Mainly because Allen couldn't drive and was unfamiliar with the place, so he had to take Bruce with him.

On the way there, it started raining heavily and blowing strong winds, which gave people an unusual feeling.

Within half an hour, we arrived at the funeral home smoothly.

It was obviously a private funeral home. Perhaps the family no longer engaged in the related business and rented it to the police station for forensic work.

Get off the bus in the heavy rain.

It was a bit too much of a coincidence to see a large tree fall down, blocking the main entrance.

"Can't move it."

Bruce used all his strength to wrap his arms around the thick tree trunk without moving.

"Get off."

As Allen took action.

Bruce's eyes were full of disbelief.

Allen was seen picking up a tree weighing several tons by himself, picked it up effortlessly, and threw it into the lake.

This is no longer something that humans can do.

Now that he is a god, Bruce believes it without hesitation.

With the five major professions at full level and sixty times the physical strength of an adult, throwing away a big tree is naturally a piece of cake.

Entered the house smoothly.

Quickly search for Barry.

"Axiba, is anyone at home?"

Allen shouted casually, and the frightened Bruce took out the butcher's knife and carefully observed the surroundings.

The supernatural experience in the haunted house made him feel that he could encounter ghosts anywhere.

After walking through a corridor, Allen suddenly raised his hand.

"I heard movement."

Looking in the direction of the archives room.

Unlike ordinary people's hearing, Allen can hear small sounds.

He stopped in front of a metal locker.

"Hey, the evildoer will appear soon."

Allen took the butcher's knife from Bruce's hand and threatened loudly: "If you don't tell me your name, this exorcist has some knowledge of knife skills and will give you a taste of physical exorcism."

"Grandmaster!"

As soon as the iron cabinet door opened, Barry cried with joy.

He hid in the closet and shivered with fear. When he heard a familiar voice, he felt relieved.

"What happened? It scared you into a sissy." Allen asked.

The butcher's knife was handed back to Bruce.

"It's a female corpse."

"Female corpse!"

Allen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but become excited.

Barry recounted in shock: "A female corpse that needed to be dissected was delivered in the evening. I had just completed some preparations, and many unexplainable things happened."

"Stop it."

Allen raised his hand to stop talking and said, "I like the process of exploration."

Then, he tossed his hair and said proudly: "I'm not afraid of living women, but I can still be afraid of a dead woman."

Under the leadership of Barry, go to the anatomy room on the negative floor.

Lying on the autopsy table was a pale-skinned female corpse.

"Master, why are you taking off your clothes?"

Bruce didn't understand how Allen unbuttoned his black robe.

"She looks pretty, I'll give it a shot while it's hot."

"..."

While they were talking, the female corpse's eyelashes trembled slightly, seemingly conscious, hearing that Allen was doing something crazy and evil.

"impossible."

Barry stopped: "Desecrating a corpse is a felony."

"What a pity."

With a disappointed look on his face, Allen buttoned back the button and said very apologetically to the corpse: "It's not your fault that you missed this handsome guy, but the fault of society and the law. I will reward you in the next life."

"..."

Brother, if you think too much, you will cause harm to our family.

"Miniba, as long as you complete the autopsy with peace of mind, I will be here to take charge. If she dares to play tricks, I will kill her twice."

Alan wrapped his arms around me and patted Barry on the shoulder to reassure him to work boldly.

"Master, it's not appropriate to kill two people with one body."

Seeing Allen's terrifying power at the door, Bruce respected him from the bottom of his heart.

At least, you can be sure that Master Cheap is not a deceptive showman.

"You are questioning your ability as a teacher."

Allen squinted his eyes and smiled slightly: "I can kill her with one spell today."

Forget it, you can live as many lives as you want.

Barry performed the autopsy while Bruce took notes.

He took the first step to check his mouth, and immediately turned his head away in disgust.

"You are such a poor hygiene woman, but you have yellow teeth. You smoke and drink a lot, and you don't like to brush your teeth. I will deduct one point from your image."

As Allen chattered on, the lights flickered.

"It's okay. It may be the problem of aging wires. We should believe in science." Allen said disapprovingly.

Seeing that Allen was present, they bravely carried out the dissection work step by step.

"It looks quite clean, but there are so many dandruffs. Do you use detergent to wash your hair?"

"The nostrils are black. Don't say it's dirt. It must be nasal mucus. Tsk tsk tsk..."

"The nails are so long. When you wipe them in the toilet, you must get feces on them. Bad review."

"..."

Alan kept talking. The lights kept flashing. Even Barry felt irritated when he heard it.

"There is something in her body!"

After peeling off the skin, the ribs on the chest looked like dry bark, and a bag wrapped in black cloth was taken out from the abdomen.

"It's okay to be unhygienic. You also like to eat rags. You really make me feel uncomfortable." Allen scolded.

"No, there are words on the cloth, and some bones are wrapped in it."

There are not only bones, but also teeth, hair and other things on the human body.

What looks like a rag is actually a medium for black witchcraft, painted with ritual patterns and ancient spells.

"It's just witchcraft, there's no need to make a fuss."

Allen vowed: "Black wizards are a branch of wizards. They use the power of demons to harm people, and they will eventually burn themselves. After all, don't expect demons to be reasonable and kind."

Suddenly, the lights flickered more and more frequently, and the strong wind outside the house made the building shake slightly.

Bang, bang, bang...

When the light was dim, the corpse cabinets popped out one after another.

Under the flickering lights, one corpse after another sat up.

Barry and Bruce wanted to hide behind Allen at the first time, but they found that someone was standing on the dissection table at some point.

Zi...

Water trickled.

Suddenly, the dissection room returned to calm, and the lights returned to normal.

Allen was satisfied, pulled up his pants and said: "My adult boy's urine is not only yellow, but also has dense foam. It is a holy product for warding off evil."

Yellow and foamy.

Brother, you have kidney deficiency.

At the same time, the corpse cabinet that had just popped out returned to its original state. It was conceivable that the female corpse was using magic to cause trouble.

"Continue."

...

Under a church.

A middle-aged woman in a black priest's robe chanted a ritual.

I opened my eyes subconsciously and was shocked to see a crack in the middle of the altar.

"The ritual failed, my daughter is dead..."