Shen Xing turned around in fear and ran out the door.

While running, he subconsciously brought the door with him.

With a "clang" sound, the door was locked and the Inspector was still inside.

Shen Xing turned around and wanted to push the door open, and wanted to pull the inspector, but found that the door was really locked unless the inspector opened the door from inside.

I could already hear the noise inside, it seemed like I was having a fight.

Inspector Hunter should have gritted his teeth and cursed desperately, "Damn it! You damn zombie."

Then a gunshot was heard.

Zombies?

Shen Xing was a little confused now. How could such a terrifying thing as zombies appear?

Why did I take the door with me so cleverly just now, but it seemed wrong, and it seemed that it would kill the Inspector.

After hearing a few more gunshots, it became quiet inside.

It is probably because the Inspector successfully destroyed the zombies.

Shen Xing wanted to knock on the door, and then said congratulations to him, congratulations on your heroic elimination of the zombies.

However, the Inspector will definitely ask me, which bastard closed the door just now, how should I answer?

Ah, headache, headache.

The door suddenly opened.

The detective stretched out his head, and the hat was gone. He lowered his head and slapped his hands tightly on the edge of the door.

Shen Xing almost wanted to laugh. This handsome detective was actually a Mediterranean. No wonder he had to take care of those four eyebrows carefully.

It can be seen that although the Inspector defeated the zombies, he was exhausted and could not even raise his head.

What a pity, I seem to have missed a wonderful show of Detective vs. Zombies. It’s all my fault, why did I bring the door with me? This problem will be changed in the future.

"Inspector, are you okay?" Shen Xing had no choice but to whisper concern.

Seeing that the Inspector did not speak, Shen Xing was a little suspicious that he had really died?

Shen Xing carefully reached out his hand, picked up the detective's smooth chin, and slowly lifted his face.

"Hey, Inspector, are you okay?" Shen Xing asked in a low voice.

Inspector Hunter was already dying, his face was covered with scars and blood stains, his eyes were swollen, and he couldn't open his eyes, and he felt like he was almost breathing.

Shen Xing was frightened.

If the Inspector really dies, it will be a big trouble. He shouldn't have cursed him for a good death just now. If he could save his life, he might have a good relationship in the future.

Suddenly, a white hand reached out from the crack of the door, grabbed the detective's remaining hair, dragged him hard, and pulled him in, as if he was going to pull him into hell!

"Save me..."

Inspector Hunter tried hard to open his eyes and made the faintest call for help. Then he lost his strength and was dragged away by the zombies behind the door.

Shen Xing subconsciously flashed back quickly just now.

But I suddenly thought that although I had just come over here, I suddenly encountered such a bad thing. If I just retreated like this, how could I do anything in the future? I also guessed whether I was a great demon.

Is there such a bad demon?

Besides, there should be a "newcomer's time-travel protection period" or something. After all, I was invited by God, and I came here after peeing. It was not the kind of person who was hit by a car and then traveled to an undecayed corpse.

Thinking of this, Shen Xing decisively acted ruthlessly.

He twisted the wine bottle and rushed in, just like a food stall trying to get justice for his brothers!

Seeing that the ugly zombie had climbed up to the window, he was leaning over and squeezing the detective's neck tightly to drag it upwards.

Obviously, it was too lazy to pay attention to Shen Xing who was angry and was just trying to drag the detective to jump downstairs.

Damn, how dare you ignore my existence? Don’t you know that I am the future great demon god? I can’t bear it anymore!

Shen Xing swung the bottle of wine in his hand and smashed it hard on the zombie's head.

There was only a "bang" sound.

The bottle was broken, and the zombie's hands were loosened, and it had fallen out the window.

Shen Xing threw the broken bottle onto the bed and hurriedly helped the inspector on the ground.

Seeing that the Inspector seemed to have died.

Shen Xing exclaimed loudly, his voice very excited.

"Inspector, Inspector! Are you okay? The zombies have been beaten away by me. Don't have to worry, Inspector. We just met you just now, so you must hold on, hold on."

"I'm fine, thank you... for helping me." Inspector Hunter said with difficulty.

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm worried about you so much."

Shen Xing pretended to wipe off the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, feeling that he had been infected and became a funny actor.

After he helped Inspector Hunter, he pointed to the broken bottle on the bed and comforted him quietly, "Inspector Hunter, the bottle is broken, I'll give you another one, okay?"

Inspector Hunter could only nod.

Shen Xing muttered in his heart, remember to owe me an apology, it is obviously an empty wine bottle, and he insists on saying that it is a weapon, a monster, a seal.

Inspector Hunter has recovered. He asked Shen Xing to let go of his hand and slowly walked to the window.

Both of them looked out the window.

It was pitch black below and nothing could be seen.

Inspector Hunter walked slowly over, picked up his revolver, put on his hat, glanced at the broken bottle that had been wronged, and said hurriedly:

"Hurry up, let's go down and look for it quickly. Don't let him run away, otherwise the entire Palm City will suffer!"

*******

Little cousin Joanne hurried to the road.

She was in a hurry to catch the last bus, and the bus stop was on the street five or six hundred meters away from the square.

At this moment, there were almost no pedestrians on the road, and because there were no street lights, they couldn't see clearly those who were more than ten meters away.

She walked very fast and could hear her clear footsteps, and the slight sound of her shoe stomping on the small stone pavement.

Suddenly, she found that the pace frequency of someone walking behind her was almost the same as hers.

Joanne looked back alertly and found a tall and thin man wearing a gray top hat.

Although he couldn't see the man's face clearly, Joanne was convinced that the tall and thin man was very agile and his steps were very light. Even so, he could still hear his pace and footsteps.

Joanne was not panicked at all. She touched her thighs and the dagger was hidden under her skirt.

If anyone dares to attack...

Humph! I just spent his face.

She quickly speeded up.

But unexpectedly, the man behind him also accelerated.

What should I do? Should I just run?

Suddenly, a pony carriage turned around in front of me. This luxuriously decorated pony carriage is usually the private car of foreign nobles.

The old coachman in the carriage brought a flashlight and he shone it here.

Joanne immediately went to the side of the road.

With the light of the flashlight, she hurriedly looked back, trying to see clearly the person behind her. The man seemed to follow him to the side of the road, and quickly lowered his head, moving very quickly, and he knew at a glance that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Joanne's eyes were very powerful, and in just a moment, she could see the man's face clearly.

He is a foreigner! And his face is full of terrifying scars, which should be the kind that was hit by a shotgun at close range. He seemed to be a one-eyed dragon, using a dark gray glass ball to block the hole in his left eye.

It can be seen how cruel and ugly this person looks. Such a person can tell at a glance that he is not a good thing.

Joanne thought to herself, bad things, you dare to follow me secretly, hum, you can wait and see.

When the carriage passed by her, the old coachman looked at her and deliberately shone the person in front with a flashlight. In the coachman's opinion, it was so late that a suspicious man secretly followed a cute little girl, which was simply unforgivable.

"Hey! Go away, don't you hear it, stay away from this lady."

The old coachman scolded the man loudly, like scolding the black slaves in the plantation.

Joanne stopped and looked at it and found that the stalker had turned around and walked back. It could be seen that he did not dare to provoke the coachman, or rather, the people in the carriage.

Joanne breathed a sigh of relief. Foreigners still need to be ruled by foreigners!

The carriage walked forward slowly, and there should be a big man inside.

After believing that the man did not follow him again, Joanne walked very quickly.

I soon arrived at the bus platform.

There are about six or seven people waiting for the bus here.
To be continued...