“It... It’s moving!” Luo Weiwei cried in horror. She couldn’t keep her mouth closed and kept stepping away from the corpse.

“It’s a zombie! It’s a zombie!”

“How is this possible? The head has been cut off!”

The whole room was full of flustered screams. Some policemen were scared witless and ran desperately outside.

Dali shouted for help, ran in circles in a daze, and slammed into a chair, almost falling to the ground. Huang Xiaotao’s almond eyes were completely rounded, and her mouth was opened so wide that it could be filled with a handful of walnuts. I even noticed slight changes in the expressions of the usually straight-faced Wang Yuanchao—his pupils shrank ever so slightly.

At this moment, the body on the table was slowly raising his right hand, as if holding an invisible knife in his grasp, and then the knife slowly moved toward his own...