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In a single night, everything underwent a dramatic transformation.
These changes were beyond my imagination, and I never expected that the cause of it all would be the deep holes left on the graves.
The holes were dark and bottomless; I couldn't comprehend their meaning, nor did I understand what Yang Yi intended. So, I hurried back.
However, I couldn't catch up with Yang Yi's pace. By the time I returned, Yang Yi had already vanished into the village. Not wanting to raise any alarms, and seeing that nothing seemed amiss in the village, I went straight home.
When I got home, my parents quickly asked if anything had happened. I replied that nothing was wrong and briefly recounted what I had witnessed.
I mentioned how a deep hole had been made in the grave with a bamboo stick, which puzzled them even more, but they still couldn't grasp its significance.
As long as I was fine, they seemed relieved.
Only Mu Yan looked at me with concern and said, "Why don't we leave tomorrow? Perhaps Yang Yi didn't come here intentionally."
I pondered for a moment, understanding Mu Yan's worry. She feared that if Yang Yi saw me, he wouldn't let me go easily.
But was it really just a coincidence that he ended up here?
Shaking my head slightly, it was clear that this was unlikely. Even if it were true, there must be some purpose behind it, so I couldn't leave.
I turned to Mu Yan and sighed, "Let's get some sleep."
She didn't respond. The night was deepening, and my parents nodded in agreement before preparing our beds and going to sleep.
By early the next morning, the village was in an uproar; they said someone had died.
My mom was preparing breakfast, and my dad had already rushed over to take a look. As soon as I heard, I quickly greeted my mom and ran over.
The one who died was Dashun, the son of Old Wang from next door. His body was lying outside the front door. It was said that Old Wang opened the door after getting up and saw it, instantly freezing in shock.
When he realized it was his own son, he completely collapsed and fainted. Now, almost everyone in the village had gathered at Old Wang's house, and Dashun's body had been moved to the yard while someone had already called the police.
When I arrived and saw the state of the body, I couldn't help but gasp in horror.
It was nothing short of tragic.
His eyes were wide open, nearly bulging out of their sockets; his mouth was agape in an "O" shape, with his tongue hanging out long. His hands seemed to be struggling, his face pale with no trace of blood, and his veins were bulging.
The villagers around were discussing who could be so heartless; after all, Dashun was Old Wang's only son.
I approached with a serious expression and bent down to examine Dashun's neck closely. To my shock, I found two deep bite marks on one side of his neck.
The bite marks looked severe, with no traces of blood left, just a slight darkening around them.
Zombie. I instantly furrowed my brows and stood up.
At that moment, Old Wang had regained consciousness and was leaning over Dashun's body, sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't comfort him; instead, I asked seriously, "Uncle Wang, why did Dashun go out yesterday?"
Old Wang was too distraught to respond or even acknowledge me; he just kept crying.
I had to emphasize again, "Uncle Wang, I suspect that Dashun may have been bitten by a zombie."
"What? Bitten by a zombie?"
Old Wang had not yet reacted when the surrounding villagers were instantly shocked by my words, looking at me with disbelief on their faces.
My father was beside me and quickly turned to ask, "Xiao Lin, are you sure about this?"
I nodded and replied, "Absolutely, Dashun was definitely bitten to death by a Zombie."
At that moment, Old Wang finally looked up at me. I quickly crouched down again, turning Dashun's head to show the two bite marks on his neck. I said, "Uncle Wang, please look. There are no wounds on Dashun's body, only these two deep bite marks on his neck, which are clearly from a Zombie's fangs."
Hearing this, the crowd couldn't help but nod slightly.
I continued, "And look at his expression; his eyes are wide open with fear. Although his gaze has faded, there is still a deep terror in his eyes. What else could instill such fear and leave him unable to struggle free if not a Zombie?"
"It really is true; he was bitten to death by a Zombie."
My words caused the villagers' faces to change, and they grew tense.
I scanned the crowd again and pointed at the bite marks. "The area around these wounds has already turned black. The Corpse Poison has entered his body. We cannot keep Dashun's corpse; it must be burned immediately. Otherwise, he might turn into a Zombie as well."
"What? You want to burn my son?"
Old Wang suddenly broke down in tears again. Although what I said was convincing, he shook his head and insisted, "No way! He's my only son! He has already died a tragic death; I can't let him be reduced to ashes. He deserves a proper burial."
The surrounding villagers sighed in sympathy.
Old Wang's wife had died early, leaving him with just this one son who had not yet married. The two of them relied on each other for support, and given Dashun's filial piety, it was understandable that Old Wang found it hard to accept the idea of burning his son's body.
I sighed and said, "This is the only way."
Several villagers stepped forward to offer comfort, and my father couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Xiaolin, why don't we just wait for the police to arrive and see what they say?"
I nodded. Since we had already called the police, it was only natural for them to check the body when they arrived, so there was no need to rush.
Before long, the police from the station arrived. They conducted a symbolic investigation of the scene, but due to the large crowd, the area had already been disturbed, making it impossible to gather any useful evidence.
They reported back to City, and soon officers were dispatched from City to take Dashun's body for an autopsy.
Unfortunately, I recognized one of the officers responsible for the handover—Tang Yuxuan and Liu Man, who had previously handled the cases of Zhang Chao and Liu Bo.
I wanted to stop them and explained Dashun's cause of death, telling them that he had been bitten by a Zombie and was not murdered.
Regrettably, they did not believe me and sternly warned me not to spread nonsense or promote superstition, insisting that there was no such thing as Zombies in this world.
After that, they forcefully took Dashun's body away.
I clenched my teeth in anger. As they left, I shouted, "If you don't believe me, you will definitely regret it."
I was certain that Dashun would rise from the dead tonight.
But despite my anger, I couldn't just stand by and watch them suffer. I contemplated whether I should make a trip to City.
However, after all this commotion, I realized it was already noon by the time I returned home.
At that moment, my mother said, "You've been busy all morning without eating breakfast; lunch is almost ready."
My father then muttered, "Time flies; I can't believe the whole morning has passed."
My mother sighed and said, "Ah, it's just a pity for Old Wang, having only one son."
I didn't pay much attention to this, but I was momentarily stunned by a casual remark from my father. He looked at my mother and asked, "Is it already noon?"
My mother replied, "Isn't it? It's almost twelve o'clock."
Hearing this, I quickly glanced at the time and confirmed it was true.
I frowned slightly and looked up at the sky outside. My brow furrowed even deeper as I then took out my phone to check the weather forecast.
The forecast clearly stated it was a sunny day; it should have been bright and sunny.
Yet the sky at that moment seemed shrouded in gloom, heavy and overcast.
It was precisely because of this that we mistakenly thought it was still morning.
Noticing the change in my expression, my father also looked up at the sky above us and remarked, "What's going on? The sky today seems darker than in the past few days. Is the apocalypse coming?"
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