It looked like a watermelon shattering, with juice splattering everywhere.
But Yang Cheng frowned.
The imagined dissipation of the ghostly aura did not occur; the owner of the head had long since died, and even the brain matter had turned black.
Looking back, the few passengers scattered throughout the carriage all turned their gazes toward Yang Cheng, their faces bearing eerie smiles. Some even had their heads upside down, chins pointing to the sky, before rolling to the ground.
Dead people, a whole carriage full of dead people.
Yang Cheng walked off the subway with a blank expression, then suddenly looked up.
A woman in an old-fashioned cheongsam sat in the carriage rushing towards them. Her face was deathly pale, with two large dots of rouge on her cheeks. She gave Yang Cheng a smile as eerie as that of the dead.
As the subway roared past, the woman quickly disappeared.
Yang Chang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that things were a bit difficult to handle.
The supernatural is reviving; a hundred ghosts roam the night.
The ghosts that have mutated in this world are even more sinister and troublesome than those in the Evil Ghost City; no wonder it's called the Ghostly Shadow of Hong Kong.
Yang Cheng tightened his coat, preparing to scout ahead first, hoping to meet up with Old Master Cui.
His talismans were quite effective against these evil spirits and ghosts, and the Yin-Yang Judge's lineage was also quite effective against them.
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Operations Department of the Hong Kong Police Force.
Chen Wenyao, whose hair had turned white, stared at the case files on the table with a furrowed brow that could have trapped a fly.
The office door was knocked open, and a police officer in his forties walked in, handing Chen Wenyao a document and a cup of coffee.
"Dad, you'll be retiring in a few months. Don't work so hard, or I'm afraid you won't even get enough pension money."
Chen Wenyao took a sip of coffee, let out a long sigh, and said, "The whole of Hong Kong is in chaos right now, with rumors and gossip everywhere. How can I not give it my all?"
My eyes hurt from looking at the materials all night, and I'm too lazy to look at them anymore.
Ah Le, what happened this time?
Ah Lok said, "The people who went missing in the Mong Kok MTR last month have been found. They all mysteriously reappeared on that last train."
However, everyone's heads were forcibly twisted off.
The most bizarre thing was that the autopsies revealed no evidence of external force being applied to their heads; they had all twisted their own heads off.
Chen Wenyao sighed, "How many times has this happened? Ah Le, do you think ghosts really exist?"
Ah Le smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, I've been a policeman for over twenty years. I've seen so many dead people and countless bizarre cases, but at least I always have some clues."
But these recent cases are absolutely mind-blowing; they're completely supernatural.
A deliveryman in Kwun Tong who delivers char siu rice to a family delivered food for seven days in a row, and every time he went there, he could smell a stench of corpses.
After he called the police, they discovered that the family had been dead for seven days, but they still found undigested char siu rice in their stomachs.
In a school in Wong Tai Sin District, a child inexplicably appeared in a class. He appeared in graduation photos, group photos, and outing photos, with a strange smile, but no one recognized him.
As a result, within a month, all the children in that class died due to various accidents. When you look at those photos, all the children's smiles have become as strange as his.
Those photos were handled by me personally, and my memory is not flawed. Who would believe that photos kept in the police station's archives could have changed?
A few nights ago, I received a report from a driver who said he hit someone on the road, but no body was found and there were no traces on the car.
The traffic police and I, along with my colleagues, searched the surrounding area for hundreds of meters but couldn't find him. We thought he was hallucinating due to fatigue, so we gave him a lecture and then let him take the bus.
The next day, this guy was hit and killed in his own home. He was so badly injured that he was mangled beyond recognition!
After experiencing all this, it's hard not to believe!
Chen Wenyao shook his head helplessly: "Yes, every police officer who has handled these cases is shocked and has their worldview shattered."
But the problem is, how do we tell the reporters and the public? Do we tell them that these people were killed by ghosts, and that they shouldn't call the police but should go to Taoist priests or monks to exorcise the evil spirits?
Mr. Zhang from the Public Relations Department is so worried he's practically bald. He's constantly rendered speechless by those idiotic reporters' questions and has to resort to lame excuses.
Ah Le sighed twice, then suddenly said, "By the way, Dad, the video from the subway has been sent over."
Besides those who were already dead, there was actually one living person in the carriage this time.
And that person looks kind of familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before?
"Oh? A living person? Show me the security footage."
Ah Le took out a USB drive and showed Chen Wenyao the video of the scene inside the train carriage.
It was the part where the head rolled to Yang Cheng's feet and was then crushed under his foot.
"Dad, this person is also very suspicious."
Even though those people have been dead for a month, shouldn't a normal person be terrified to see their heads roll down to their feet?
This guy actually crushed a person's head to pieces with one stomp; there's definitely something wrong with him!
I suggest we immediately investigate and issue an arrest warrant for this person, and interrogate him.
Chen Wenyao stared wide-eyed at the person in the video, then quickly zoomed in several times to examine the person's face closely.
A moment later, Chen Wenyao suddenly said, "Go, call Hong Shenglian's 'Old Man Wen' over here!"
Since Yang Cheng left, Gui Laowen has been the leader of Hong Shenglian.
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