Beside a fire emitting the scent of grease.
A headless corpse lay on the ground.
Next to the body, there was a woman covered in corrosive marks, her writhing innards visible, gasping her last breath, mechanically cursing and begging for mercy, "Put down the gun, damn cop, put down the gun..."
However, considering her gasps lacked the rhythm of breath, she probably didn’t have long to live.
Brian shook his grimy hand that was still making a sizzling sound from the corrosion, "Is the bodily fluid of these Mutant descendants always this corrosive?"
He glanced at the still ranting woman and ignored her.
Given his usual temperament, he would have done a good deed and ended her misery quickly, but her foul mouth caused Brian to withdraw any pity.
He’s not a masochist.
By vibrating at a high frequency, he shook off the corrosive liquid from his hands.
Brian squatted down next to Vasily’s headless body and poked it a couple of times with a stick.
This guy’s physical condition seemed similar to his own body at its 1.2 peak, with strong muscle tenacity, odd-looking bones, and bodily fluids as corrosive as sulfuric acid.
"Are descendants of Mutants really that astonishing?"
Brian sighed, "Pity I was too heavy handed and killed him outright; otherwise, it would have been interesting to take him back for research. Oh well, let’s go, have someone clean up the scene."
Saying so, he stood up and left the scene.
More than ten minutes later.
The student named Mary, her eyes wide open, her beautiful sky-blue pupils now devoid of life’s sparkle.
She finally succumbed to the monster’s corrosive fluids and died.
Accompanied by a faint sound of tearing flesh and blood, the previously still body of Vasily began to show signs of movement in his chest region.
These movements trailed towards where the head should have been on the neck.
Benefiting from body’s lack of spinal support and obstructions, this unknown entity moved quickly, taking less than three seconds to emerge from the torn neck cavity.
It was an adult fist-sized heart, black and turning purple!
The heart was covered in sinister black lines that broke through the flesh, forming tiny tendrils that grasped at everything around to ensure the heart’s mobility.
In the middle of the heart was a vacant human face imprint.
Driven by instinct, it madly moved towards the nearby battered body of Mary and swiftly slipped through an opening left by the corrosion.
The ’Mary’ with eyes wide in rage and unaccepting of death, blinked her eyes open.
"That damned pretty boy..."
A hoarse voice came from her mouth.
’Mary’ struggled awkwardly on the ground, apparently acclimating to this broken body. Only her beautiful sky-blue eyes were full of savagery and resentment, "Bet you didn’t expect this, I’m an immortal Ghoul! Just wait, whether it’s you or those bastards who took my father, you’re all going to die, I’ll personally devour you, keh..."
She had barely emitted a keh when ’Mary’ suddenly stopped struggling.
There stood Brian, who had returned, standing on the slope with a look of surprise, "Impressive, not only did you survive, but you also retained the keen perception of your original body. By the way, I’m a very kind person, Vasily, go ahead and laugh, don’t mind me."
He lay on the ground, looking bitterly at Brian, "You didn’t leave? How did you know I wasn’t dead?"
Brian shrugged his shoulders,
I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Brian, a professional Autopsy Officer.
Since you’ve been accepted by the medical school, Vasily, you should possess some medical knowledge.
When an animal’s body loses its spinal nerve connection, it will twitch a few times following the last neural command, similar to a frog’s muscular nervous reflex after its head is chopped off. However, human muscle nerves are not as developed as frogs’, so it’s just a twitch or two.
Yet, your body honestly collapsed.
That made me feel something was off."
Of course, this was nonsense and hindsight.
As a half-baked Autopsy Officer, Brian knew this knowledge and had such keen Observation, but he didn’t always have the professional habit of associating it.
He didn’t possess that talent.
The reason Brian had returned was purely to see if any obsession would burst out, and he decided to bluff.
After all, the hostages and the perpetrator at the scene were all dead.
He also knew the ins and outs of the farm crematorium case; now there was plenty of time.
Sometimes, we need a bit of patience.
This bluff, didn’t it yield something?
Hearing this pretty boy respond with the same ’Fool, I tricked you!’ he used on his deceased classmate before, Vasily felt like his head was about to explode.
This guy’s personality is even worse than his own sick nature!
Vasily didn’t know the old saying from Hua Country, "The fish on the chopping board is at the mercy of the butcher."
But that was precisely his state at the moment.
Desperate to live, even though he was furious to the point of explosion, Vasily could only forcibly suppress his nearly eruptive emotions and pleaded softly, "Can you let me go?"
Brian pointed to a nearby police car, "Before you devoured that female cop, did you ever consider letting her go?"
The woman’s body occupied by Vasily began to show bloodshot red in her eyes.