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Almost all the people on the island were brought over by Xu Shiben. Now that they were tied up, the island became quiet. I vaguely seemed to hear the sound of waves lapping at the shore.

The two held hands and were in no hurry. In the grass not far away, fireflies flickered faintly like stars, adding a touch of mystery to the quiet night.

Yan Junge walked a few steps quickly, waved his hand violently, caught one, and presented it to Zhang Yiyan like a treasure, "Yanyan, firefly!"

Zhang Yiyan looked up at him, with a gentle smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes. The big hand released, and the firefly circled twice between the two of them, then flew upwards and left.

Their eyes met, Yan Junge swallowed quietly, his sexy Adam's apple rolled, he lowered his head to hold his red lips in his mouth, squeezing them gently, his voice was so gentle that he could squeeze out water, "Yanyan~ When everything is over, we will be together Okay! I want you to be my boyfriend, and I’m your boyfriend too!”

Zhang Yiyan raised the corners of his lips and took a bite of his, "Yan Junge, we are already together!"

"Yanyan~Yanyan~" Yan Junge hugged the whole person into his arms, pulled the clothes that were in the way eagerly with his big hands, and groped randomly on the person's body, wishing that he could tear the person's bones into his abdomen, and his forehead was even more urgent. A layer of sweat.

Zhang Yiyan raised his hand and put it on his shoulder. He couldn't understand why this man suddenly went into heat. The thing on his lower abdomen made his face hot. "Yan Junge, don't mess around, do business first!"

The big man took advantage of his size and weight and didn't give me any time to breathe. "This is business, hey~ Yanyan, don't push me, give me a break, I feel uncomfortable~" (?????)

(⊙...⊙) Zhang Yiyan was embarrassed and annoyed. This man was fine just now, why could he be so excited just by saying a word? "Don't mess around, we still have to find the suspect."

Putting her hands on his shoulders, she finally pushed the big head away from her neck, "You are so impatient. You can't do this."

Yan Junge breathed heavily and saw that the person in his arms was really angry. He swallowed hard and pretended to be aggrieved, "Yanyan, I feel uncomfortable~~~"

Zhang Yiyan glanced down and turned his head hurriedly, "I, I will teach you to recite the Qingxin Mantra."

"...I don't~~~" He continued to show off, but Zhang Yiyan broke away from his arms and stepped away, "If you don't keep up, I'll leave you here."

"No, wait for me, tell me how good or bad you are~~"

"Uh..." Zhang Yiyan wiped the black line on his forehead and quickened his pace.

Seeing the man's hurried back, Yan Junge put his hands on his hips, smiled, and glanced down, "Why do you act like a savage beast? Tsk, you're so energetic."

He took a few more deep breaths. Although he felt uncomfortable, he quickly followed up. He took Zhang Yiyan's hand and said flatteringly, "Yanyan, when the matter here is resolved, you can let me go. Holding it in all the time is not good for your health." !”

"Yanyan~~Yanyan~~~"

From the moment I got on the boat to now, I didn't know how many times I had given in to him. In the afternoon, when I thought about this man in the woods, my face turned even redder, and I deliberately didn't look at him, "...I'd better teach you the Pure Heart Curse faster!"

"!!! Yanyan~~~"

Yan Junge kept howling coquettishly for as long as he walked. Finally, when he arrived at Xu Hai's house, he stopped, pinched his throat, and coughed twice, "Ahem, Yanyan, my throat is dry."

"..." I really didn't want to pay attention to him, so I opened the door and stepped into the yard. I met a black coffin. The two looked at each other and Yan Junge finally fell silent.

The lights in the courtyard flickered on and off, and the coffin stood quietly. The exterior was painted a deep black, and the surface of the coffin was as smooth as a mirror, without a single flaw. The coffin lid was engraved with complex patterns, and there was something strange about the heavy solemnity.

Zhang Yiyan let go of Yan Junge's hand and whispered, "Wait for me here, I'll go take a look."

"Yanyan, let's go there together." He grabbed the little hand again. He was just afraid of ghosts. No, he wasn't afraid of anything.

"Okay, don't leave me within three steps."

Yan Junge raised his clasped hands, raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly, "0 distance, never leaving even an inch." He suddenly leaned close to his ear and said coaxingly, "When will the distance be lost?"

"!!!"

"Boom!" Zhang Yiyan felt a rush of heat from head to toe, and his cheeks turned even redder. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to throw Yan Junge out, "You, please be more serious, now..."

"Of course I'm a serious person." He lowered his head and sucked his red lips with a smirk, pried open the teeth with his tongue, swept around, and clicked his tongue with unfinished meaning, "What do you think about what I said, Yan Yan? Hmm~~~ "

"!!!" Zhang Yiyan felt embarrassed for the first time and wanted to kill someone. He turned his head away and walked straight in without looking at him.

"Hey, don't be angry, hahaha."

After this slapstick, the nervousness just now disappeared. When he came to the coffin, he looked around and then at the room behind him, "There is no one alive in this house."

There is the smell of a stranger outside the coffin. Who is it?

Yan Junge nodded and squeezed through the gap left. Zhang Yiyan followed closely. When they saw Zhao Yanli in the room, the two looked at each other. After a brief inspection, Zhang Yiyan concluded, "She was poisoned to death."

After looking through several rooms and seeing no other corpses, the two walked out again. Looking at each other, Yan Junge frowned and said, "What about Xu Rubao?"

"My parents are dead, and my second sister is also dead. Where have they gone? Yanyan, Xu Rubao didn't commit any crime, right?"

Zhang Yiyan shook his head, "He is one of the few people on the island who has not committed any crime." He pinched his right hand a few times and said, "He is not dead. He is hiding."

"Hey, this kid has escaped from the mire and is untainted." Yan Junge sighed, "Shall we look elsewhere?"

"No, I want to open the coffin and take a look."

"...open the coffin?"

Zhang Yiyan nodded and looked serious, "Well, Xu Hai died unexpectedly, and his body has not been cremated for a long time, for fear that something might happen."

"Something happened?" Did someone destroy the body and destroy all traces?

He raised his hand and pointed to the sun-shading shed, "Yes, this place is damp and humid, and there is no sun. The yin is extremely heavy, and the coffin is close to the ground. The body is placed in this place..."

"What will happen?" Yan Junge looked in the direction of his finger. The awning looked a bit eerie. There was nothing under the coffin to cushion it, and suddenly I thought of the movie I had watched.

He swallowed quietly and said, "Yes, into a zombie?"

Seeing his cautious look, Zhang Yiyan chuckled, "Do you know about zombies? Besides this, what else do you know?"

"Hehe, it's nothing. I was bored when I was a kid, so I watched DVDs with my sister every day. I also watched all kinds of zombies and zombies. By the way, Yanyan, the ones we solved last time were,,, walking zombies? What's there? the difference?"

"The corpse's yin energy is too heavy and it gradually becomes rigid. After all, the virus is different." Zhang Yiyan said, pushing open the coffin lid with one palm, and frowned when he saw the corpse inside.

Yan Junge stretched his head to see, but Zhang Yiyan pulled him back, "Virus? Biohazard?"

"Stand back, the corpse spirit is strong, don't come over." Seeing that he was serious, Yan Junge nodded obediently and took two steps back.

Xu Hai in the coffin changed into a long gown and folded his hands on his chest. He really looked like a zombie. There is a layer of black air floating on the body, and the nails are green and green, and they seem to be growing longer. "Surrounded by corpse air, death will not rot."

He reached out and grabbed the arm of the corpse and looked at it carefully, thinking on his face and recalling what he saw in the book, "The nails are black and growing."

He released his arms, directly clasped the corpse's chin and pulled it down. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, "Zhang Tianyue!"