Your Highness, zombies are coming

Issa sat helplessly in the driver's seat, staring at the completely motionless vehicle. This situation has lasted for a while, and the road reconstruction made it impossible for everyone to go home on time.

Several people got out of the car, and even took out the beer used for watching the football game, and chatted on the road, while letting the foam generated by the malt fall to the ground.

The man pushed down the car window, and just as he poked his head out, the person on the other end spoke: "Mr. Police Officer, come and have a drink. It looks like there is still traffic for a long time. We can have dinner on the road." A group of people laughed Woke up, too leisurely, they continued to return to the topic of the baseball game, and one person called and asked the family to keep the video of the game.

The situation in front of him made Issa very uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because he had just moved from a big city. Everything here seemed slow and non-threatening, unlike places like Chicago, where there are many messy crime scenes and human beings. Desires are magnified by the city, becoming more violent and elusive, while criminals are smarter and more cautious. They have long learned to bury most of their traces.

The car in front moved slowly again, and Issa received a third text message, signed by the little bastard, the other party complained to him that he had reheated the dinner for the second time, and there were so many exclamation points behind the sentence that it made people feel uncomfortable. Dazzling to the point.

"Today is the morning shift, you can obviously go home before three o'clock!"

Issa was silent on the phone. He didn't want to tell Roman at all that his pants were torn in order to carry Mrs. Mendel's cat, the overweight 'Miss White Bear' who was trapped between the tree forks. A big slit—that sounds really stupid.

"You refused to reply to me again. Detective Chris must have parked the car in front of a certain girl's house. They had such a happy chat that they forgot the time." The lover on the other end speculated wildly, as if he It's like writing something insider.

"For what I owe you, we can go to the market next week." Issa remembered yesterday's agreement, he obviously missed the appointment, although he didn't understand what is the attraction of a circus for adult men.When Issa came home, the sunset glow was only a little purple, and the outline of the small house was outlined in the darkness.

The hall, with the lights on and the doors left open casually, seemed to the officer the perfect place for a theft to happen.

"Roman?" He entered the door, and some little bastard turned on the lights in the whole room, and there were silver candlesticks between the dining tables, those beautiful, slender white candles were flickering, and there was a kind of expression that any woman would like. Atmosphere - damn romantic, Issa turns off several lights while bemoaning her electric bill for a second and Roman still doesn't show up.

The man saw the phone on the sofa, and the other party didn't even check the last message. He walked upstairs and stepped on the newly replaced carpet with bare feet. The only two rooms upstairs were empty. The windows were wide open, and the gauze curtains It was rolling in the wind, a drawer in the bedroom was fully opened, and it was rummaged in a mess. Issa pulled out his gun. He had handled many similar cases, and the victims were hidden. Most of those places were attics. The back garden or the basement, and when it was found, the body was already highly decomposed.

He told himself that he was too nervous. This is a remote town in the south. There are no vicious robbers. The morgue in the police station is empty all year round. There are few common firearms. Police home.

Issa yelled a few more times. He seemed to be the only one in the room. He didn’t find any other traces of burglary. He put away his gun. He walked down with some melancholy. Roman probably went out temporarily. Gotta check out the garage.As soon as he left the stairs, a person held down Issa's wrist from behind. The strength was too strong. It should be a big man, Issa thought. He raised his elbow and swung hard at the guy behind him.

The opponent's reaction was faster than Issa's. He suppressed the man's hands and pushed him against the wall. The man was wearing gloves, probably made of leather, which were cold and smooth. His fingers were placed on Issa's back. neck, and gradually move forward.

Issa heard the panting of another person, that kind of voice that was somewhat suppressed, with some desire lurking... Then he laughed, and turned his head slowly, but the intruder didn't stop him: "Do you want to play? What? Huh?"

The blond-haired young man was standing behind him, and he sighed in frustration: "How did you find out, I didn't use perfume, and I didn't make any noise."

"A criminal with a normal sexual orientation, he has no reason to be so close to me." Issa explained dryly. He twisted his wrist to signal the other party to let him go. This kid's strength has always been unimaginable, completely Not like a jerk who stays at home and writes every day.

"Okay, officer, you met a gay man today." Roman said, he leaned very close, putting half of his body weight on the man's back, he turned his head sideways, bit Isa's lip lightly, and then The crime of sexual harassment was confirmed.

The young man's kiss was very intense. In fact, he did it every time. He seemed to have endless energy and curiosity. He opened his mouth and harassed the man wantonly with the tip of his tongue. Thirst for more.Issa shook off the other's wrist, and the two of them reached the corner of the stairs. He pressed the back of Roman's head, and the blond hair overflowed from between his fingers, which felt cold and familiar to the touch.

Living with this person in front of him may be the most bizarre decision Issa has ever made in his life. When he met him, he was caught in a desperate case investigation. In the attic, the aorta was cut open with a long cut, blood covered the entire wooden floor, his eyes were wide open, and he could not close them until he died, staring at where his two daughters were.

They were placed in an inflatable swimming pool, the kind of large toy that can be placed in the garden in summer, filled with hot water, their mouths and limbs were taped with yellow tape, and thrown into the makeshift structure. boiler.Even the most experienced detective will be stunned by the sight, it is no longer a crime that humans can accomplish, for a moment, he even suspects that he has entered hell by mistake, they are floating in the water, The body was swollen, and the skin showed a borderline of purple and red.

The serious crime team put the murder case as the top priority. For nearly two months, Yisa has been looking through the files over the years, trying to find some clues about the murderer. In fact, he was indeed closer than others, and he narrowed down the suspects. When he reached three, he kept trying to figure out everyone's psychology—that almost exhausted his energy, Issa couldn't sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he would think of those twisted faces, or the sound of a girl crying.

He's had days of insomnia, the sleeping pills have stopped working, he's in bed feeling overwhelmed by an endless stream of criminal motives, he can't even pick up a razor blade, it's going to make him think of more than five fatal attack.

He decided to go for a walk in the street, but there was no one there, not even homeless people would stay around.There is a deserted bar directly opposite, open until six in the morning, the bartender is not in the shop, only the lamp on one table is on, the last customer is nestled on the bench, holding a pen in his hand, Writing quickly.

"Good evening." Issa couldn't help walking over, his eyelids were terribly heavy, but his brain was so excited that it seemed that if he didn't talk to someone, he would blow up due to overload.

"Hey, it's almost morning." The young man on the other side raised his head, and he was also staying up late. The difference between him and the police is too great. He has an unforgettable face, so beautiful, as if God created It took a lot of effort for him. "Are you going to sit here?"

Issa hesitated for a while, but the other party didn't mind that much. He offered him a cup of milk tea, and then continued to write in the small notebook. A large part of the paper was curled up and distorted by the ink. radians.

"Can you spell the word 'tranquility'?" The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at him expectantly.

The man blinked, read a few letters, and asked, "Are you writing a novel?"

"Oh, yes." The other party put down the notebook, and when he was writing something, the corners of his mouth would turn up slightly, which was so comfortable that it made people jealous. "My protagonist is left in a wild place, alone, and he may not be able to find his way home."

"Could it be a bad ending?" Issa asked, picking up his teacup, the warm liquid slid down his esophagus, as if some of those fading sensations had come back—only his eyes had been open when he'd just left the house. He was driving, but his hands and feet were uncontrollable. That sleepwalking state made him sick and tired.

"Most of the stories are going to be comedies. People don't want to spend money on a book that disappoints them. Life is bad enough," said the writer, who has a pair of rare purple eyes that stand out. He knew where to look, so he could only stare at the table.

"I'm Roman," said the young man.

"Isaacs, I work around here," the man said, and he paused for a moment before asking uncertainly, "Can you tell me the story?"

Roman looked at him in embarrassment, and then whispered: "Have you never heard of the book Star Scepter?"

Issa shook his head, though he didn't want to dent the other man's confidence either.

"It's been on the top of the bestseller list this month, and I thought everyone knew about it." The young man said, and he smiled a little embarrassedly.

"...It sounds like it's selling well." Isa said, he hasn't been in a bookstore for many years, especially those fictional things, they can't solve any problems at all, and sometimes, they will give criminals some inappropriate Criminal inspiration.

The two fell into a brief silence until Roman spoke again: "You have insomnia, haven't you, Mr. Chris."

Issa nodded in disbelief. He looked in the mirror. The man inside was pale, with shadows under his eyes. It must be terrible.

"Me too, maybe the city is too big, and those dark things always occupy the nerves." Roman said, although he didn't look like an insomniac at all, and his face was so radiant that he could perform on stage at any time. "Would you like to come with me to the rooftop, the sun will rise soon."

They just ran to the top of the building. In Chicago, it was not a tall building, but an ordinary building at the end of the last century, and the sun could not be seen at all.The sky began to turn red, dyed together with the remnants of the night, and the clouds showed a dull color, dotted with lifeless dots.

"I come here every day, and it feels like starting a new life. Most people wake up after sunrise, and I go to sleep after sunrise, which is good." Roman said, looking forward, the sun Having penetrated the sky, it cut through most of the clouds and revealed beams of light like church frescoes.

The two said goodbye on the rooftop. Issa spent ten hours in bed for the first time since the investigation began. He still remembered the young man's appearance, his brilliant golden hair in the sun, and his almost perfect silhouette.What happened next, was almost a matter of course. The two night walkers chatted in the bar, and finally reached the point of confiding - and then they moved in together. Of course, there was no other meaning at first.

The murder case in the bureau has been solved. The murderer was an unemployed man who was released on bail shortly. His real estate was judged as illegal income by the bill introduced by the congressmen, and he lost most of his assets overnight.The mental report judged that he was insane, he would not die, and could only be isolated in a high-security prison, but the reality is such a fuck, the villain does not need to die to atone for his sins.

The things that oppressed him before faded a little, but not all. Issa felt that it was time for him to take a long vacation. He didn't want to die on the desk, let alone watch Roman running hundreds of kilometers away alone. town, who had been insisting that the city would swallow him like a neurotic prophet.

"You're distracted." The young man who kissed him said, the panting of the two people intertwined, and the temperature around them showed a rising trend. "Did my skills regress, or did I really meet a beautiful lady?"

"You can write all the adventures in the novel instead of making it up with me as the main character," Issa said.

"Oh, good idea, I finally found the prototype of the second male lead, and then I stayed with the protagonist every day to have sex or something." Roman said in a serious manner, and was pushed away by the man.

"Where did you go?" Issa walked back to the dining table, the steak was already cold, and he cut it without hesitation.

"Going to the basement," Roman said, looking at Issa sadly, as if something inhumane had happened: "My laptop died again, and I wanted to check the news, but even the TV didn't work , so I decided to find a toolbox and see if I could salvage it."

"Can you fix a TV?" Issa asked.

"Of course not," Roman said. He has the ability to take anything for granted, even if he hasn't done it at all, such as holding a gun. Issa once watched him gesture with standard posture, as if he had participated in professional shooting like.

"There's a thing that's been circulating on the internet lately," Roman said, turning to Issa with a 'tell me what's going on, I won't spread anything' expression, "a cult has started dismembering corpses in every state, and they put People are cut open alive, broken into pieces or something..."

"There is no such thing. Even if the police want to block the news, those media like flies can dig it out of the grave." Issa disagrees. There are always many people who bring the movie scenes into reality and imagine a series of events. Perverted killer.But even if there is a case of corpse dismemberment, it can only be for reasons of love or vendetta. In this era, there are many guys with unbalanced psychology.

After Mr. Police Officer removed the young man wrapped around him, he was going to work. It was six o'clock in the morning. On duty, Roman was lying on the bed with good luck, his long hair was hanging on his shoulders, and he was completely naked , Issa pulled out a part of the quilt and covered him, the golden-brown eyelashes of the other party curled up, forming an outline like a butterfly's wings, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off.

He kissed Roman and walked out of the room lightly.

As soon as he turned on the communicator, Isa heard the voices of a group of people, not the usual small talk, and he was asked to rush to the forest farm in the suburbs within 10 minutes. "What happened there?" Issa asked. "It could have been a large beast. The victim's body was completely shredded, but the other marks didn't look normal. It's hard to explain. You worked in the Major Crimes Unit, maybe can find something."

Issa frowned. This kind of thing hasn’t happened in this town for a long time. The last unnatural death case was a serial car accident. In a small town with a population of only a few dozen households, almost every local person with a foreign population recognizes it. Since he After moving here with Roman, all the women in the town, from 80 years old to three years old, can call out the young man's name, and take out a best-selling book for a great writer to sign.

That narcissistic bastard shouldn't have put the photo in the brochure, Issa thought wistfully, if there's a damn serial killer here, the top three on his prey list will be Roman Andrew , Who told him that he was not heterosexual and seduced a large group of female creatures? Issa maliciously speculated about the psychology of the murderer.

He stepped on the gas pedal all the way, and it took half the time he usually did to get to the ghostly place full of pine trees, which were overgrown and kept this shady state since the previous owner went bankrupt. , a lush scene, foreign tourists often get lost here, fortunately, it is not large enough to trap people in it, and there are no large predators.

The trees beside the road were cordoned off. Yisa bypassed the yellow ribbon and walked down with some difficulty. It was a steep dirt slope with no man-made roads, and there were slippery moss on the ground .The body was on the bottom platform, probably rolled all the way down, Isa guessed, there were two or three police officers in plastic suits walking around—this is the downside of a small place, once a homicide happens, they don’t care about it at all. Know how to preserve evidence.

"Stop!" Issa said, putting on latex gloves and walking toward the body, or the red lump of flesh.The soil in this place is soft, and it is easy to leave footprints. He stared at the bloody footprints on the ground. The males were probably leather shoes. The footprints were deep and shallow, and the left foot was probably injured.

"You're finally here. I've been here for 30 years, and I've never seen anything like this." Fei Lin, who was squatting on the ground, said. He is the oldest guy in the entire police station. He has lived in a small town all his life. Easygoing, likeable old man.

"Something bit her stomach open, but the teeth weren't sharp enough." Ferlin pointed to the teeth-like marks on the side of the flesh. They showed a relatively regular shape, and things like brown bears or wolves were enough to bite the flesh. Part of the skin is directly torn.The female tourist's thigh had been gnawed so clean that only the bone remained, and Issa saw a tooth mark or two, but they had to send that evidence to the city before they could draw any conclusions.

"I really don't want to say that, but it's probably bitten by someone." Ferlin sighed, and he pushed his reading glasses down.

"Why?" Issa was aware of those shoe prints, but compared to the fact that a human could directly bite off tens of pounds of meat, he preferred that the other party brought two wolfhounds.

"I saw something." Ferlin picked up the tweezers and rummaged through the entangled flesh for a while. He took out a gleaming thing. The blood didn't fade the color of the thing. Gold-plated teeth that only humans wear.