Chapter 375 Death is Coming
On the top floor of the 24th floor, strong winds and heavy rain were howling, and the raindrops hitting the glass made a dense "crackling" sound.
A burly muscular man was hanging upside down, his muscular legs hooked on the roof like steel clamps. His skin was an unnatural bluish-gray color, and its surface was covered with blood vessels that wriggled like earthworms.
A large hand like a palm-leaf fan slowly stretched out, and its thick knuckles were covered with a hard shell like keratin.
The next moment, the index finger lightly tapped the top of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the moment the nail touched the glass, an almost inaudible "ding" sound was heard.
A circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the brown glass, and fine cracks quietly spread with the contact point as the center.
The cracks spread like a spider web, but strangely, no sound was made.
At the same time, his pupils suddenly turned into vertical lines like a cat, and a faint light flickered in his pupils.
The sound coming out of the mouth is subtle and low, like the breeze passing through the treetops, which is difficult for human ears to detect. However, for animals, it is an extremely sensitive frequency.
Inside the house, a little girl with pigtails was curled up on the sofa, holding her mobile phone and watching "Animal World" intently.
A commentary sounded on the phone screen:
"Spring is here, everything is reviving, and a mutant crocodile is slowly emerging from the sewer..."
Next to the girl, an orange cat was curled up on the sofa and taking a nap.
Suddenly, its ears stood up, its whiskers trembled violently, and its amber pupils shrank into a thin line.
As if sensing some invisible threat, the orange cat suddenly jumped up, its fur exploded, and it ran wildly around the room.
"Meow--!"
With a shrill cry, the orange cat pushed off the ground with its hind legs and arched its body into an arc. Its claws left a few shallow marks on the tiles, and it used the force to leap towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Crash!”
The glass shattered, and the spider-web-like cracks collapsed in an instant.
An irregular piece of glass fell down, spinning, its edge glowing coldly under the light.
The orange cat kicked its legs and then retracted them, using the force to bounce back and roll over on the ground to get up, its hair standing up and shaking in fear, as howling wind and rain poured in through the hole in the window.
The little girl opened her mouth with a dull expression, as if she was stunned by all this. However, the next second, a high-pitched and excited cry came out of her little mouth:
"Mom, mom, come and see, the orange has broken the window, the orange has mutated——"
She ran to the kitchen with her short legs and dancing hands.
The kitchen door was opened, and in the dim emergency light, the silhouette of the beautiful middle-aged woman looked particularly thin.
“Roar—roar—”
The broken windows let in a damp wind, and the curtains danced wildly in the darkness.
The beautiful woman's gaze passed through the messy living room and fixed on the orange cat curled up on the sofa, licking its fur.
The little girl hugged her mother's legs tightly, and the commentary was still playing on her phone: "Mutation is a curse of life, but it is also a gift from God..."
"Meow--"
The orange cat returned to its soft and cute appearance, its eyes clear and silly.
The beast suddenly curled up its abdomen and stood up, and its muscles made a sound like twisting steel bars as they curled up.
Its fingertips were aimed at the largest piece of glass, and it moved lightly, controlling the strength to perfection. It did not damage the glass, but instead gave it a terrifying acceleration and slightly adjusted the angle of fall.
Zhao Xing's head hung outside the window, and the heavy rain lashed his cheeks like a whip.
His vision was blurred by the rain, but he could still make out the outline of the cold chain truck downstairs - the compartment was wide open, and the neatly stacked frozen fish inside were glowing with an eerie blue light in the rain.
“What’s coming?”
His brain was working frantically but he couldn't make any sense of what was going on. The fear of the unknown was even more terrifying than death.
He wanted to turn his head and look up, but the tongue on his neck was tightly holding his neck, leaving him no room to move.
The feeling of suffocation made his eyes go black and his eardrums buzz.
Just then, he heard a sharp, crisp sound above his head, like the sound of glass breaking.
“No, no.”
Zhao Xing struggled frantically, his eye sockets bulged and cracked, bleeding.
Suddenly, he felt his neck loosen and the suffocating restraint disappeared.
He turned his head sharply—
An irregular piece of glass fell down, its edge shining coldly in the heavy rain.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Zhao Xing clearly saw his terrified face reflected in the glass.
"It turns out that it is the God of Death!!"
The glass cut across his neck with the precision of a guillotine blade.
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At the moment the blood splattered, he saw his face covered in scarlet on the bloodstained glass, but the corners of his mouth were strangely raised - that was the smile of sudden realization before death.
His head fell in the wind and rain, and his vision was spinning.
In his last consciousness, he saw his headless body still hanging on the windowsill, with blood pouring down like a waterfall.
Downstairs, the hydraulic rod of the cold chain truck was slowly rising. "Bang!"
The head fell heavily into the car and burst like a ripe watermelon.
The brain matter mixed with blood spread out in the frozen fish, forming a strange abstract painting.
The fatal piece of glass happened to be inserted into the belly of the fish next to it, adding a hint of human smell to the fishy smell of the car.
The heavy rain continued, washing away all traces.
Only the cold chain truck slowly drove away, and there was unexpectedly a piece of fresh "sashimi ingredients" and its mirror in the car...
There was no one in the room on the 11th floor. Only the headless corpse hanging by the window was looking out silently, craning its neck to see his head getting farther and farther away.
On rainy days, traffic is jammed and the winding lines of cars don’t care whether your car has a red light flashing or not.
One hour and 17 minutes later, the detectives from the police station arrived at the "battlefield".
The crime scene on the eleventh floor was soaked in the afterglow of the heavy rain.
The open French window was like the huge mouth of a wild beast with interlocking fangs. The night wind carried the raindrops through the hole, creating a ghostly dance on the curtains.
The headless corpse still maintained its forward inertia, the hem of its clothes stuck to the edge of the windowsill by solidified plasma, and the broken cross-section of its cervical vertebrae glowed with mother-of-pearl, like the cut of a carefully polished murder weapon.
The scattered documents blossomed into dark red paper flowers in the pool of blood. A few pages were blown out of the window by the wind, dancing waltz in the rain, and were reluctant to fall down for a long time.
One of them happened to be stuck on the clothesline raised above the window. After the ink was soaked by rain, the words "Prisoner Medical Parole Approval Form" appeared in a black lotus shape on the white shirt.
“A classic accident.”
The detective used the hand holding the cigarette to push aside the curtain, and the ashes of the cigarette fell on the shoulders of the corpse.
"The documents were blown away by the wind, and when I leaned forward, I encountered falling objects from high altitude."
Bai Ye squatted beside the puddle, picked up a piece of reflective glass with tweezers, and nodded absentmindedly:
"Indeed, the only mystery is, where did the dead man's head go?"
(End of this chapter)
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