Corpse Recovery Diver

Run Sheng dragged her back to the well, not in a hurry to bite.

Because Xiao Yuan had drawn two circles on his map.

The woman kept struggling, trying to break free, but Run Sheng's hands were like iron clamps, gripping her tightly.

Seeing that the other dead one hadn't come out yet, Run Sheng had to turn around, leaving his back exposed to the well.

At that moment, a new figure emerged from the well, a man in a brown suit, though like the woman, his clothes were tattered beyond repair.

The man opened his mouth, lunging at Run Sheng's back.

Run Sheng's back gate opened, preventing the man from getting close.

The next moment, Run Sheng drew out the Yellow River Shovel he had sharpened that morning, and with a horizontal slice, the man's head separated from his neck and rolled to the ground.

"Crack!"

Immediately afterward, Run Sheng snapped the woman's neck.

The two dead ones began to dissolve, and soon they would turn into a pool of liquid.

Run Sheng swallowed hard, walked up to the two corpses, and squatted down.

This time, he had to move quickly.

Run Sheng lowered his head, opened his mouth, but just as he was about to bite, a strong sense of repulsion welled up from within.

"What's happening..."

Run Sheng couldn't comprehend it.

He lowered his head again, wanting to open his mouth. In the past, at this moment, he would feel immensely satisfied and joyful, but trying again resulted in intense nausea.

It was like trying to eat when forgetting to add seasoning; even though he was starving and wanted to eat, just as he was about to put it in his mouth, there was a strong repulsion.

Run Sheng had no choice but to drag these two dissolving corpses away from the nursing home, finding a desolate spot to dispose of them.

They continued to dissolve, and in the past, that rising black vapor smelled like steaming rice and meat.

Run Sheng still felt hungry; he still wanted to eat.

He decided to try once more, squatted down, leaned in, and opened his mouth.

No, still no!

Run Sheng stood up, a faint crimson appearing beneath his eyes.

Based on what Xiao Yuan had told him, combined with his previous repeated attempts, Run Sheng finally confirmed one thing.

That he still longed for devouring corpses, and this desire became even stronger after suppressing the evil spirit within him.

However, ordinary dead ones no longer satisfied him.

He felt guilty and ashamed, as such an assessment was a heinous crime for a child from a poor family.

That is,

He had become picky.

...

"Ring, ring, ring!"

The phone in Tan Yunlong's office rang, and he reached over to pick it up.

"Hello, this is Tan Yunlong."

"Dad, I knew you'd still be in the office."

"You brat."

Tan Yunlong recognized his son's voice.

"Dad, I have to say, look at the time. You're still working and not coming home?"

"Has the sun risen from the west? You specifically called to remind me to rest?"

"What I mean is, if you keep focusing on work and neglecting home, if mom divorces you because of it, I'd feel embarrassed to take your side."

Tan Yunlong's fingers twisted the phone cord, wishing it was wrapped around the neck of the person on the other end.

Unfortunately, he rarely saw his son these days.

In the past, he'd take time during breaks to visit his son at school, and after a while, he would miss him.

It's just that after the new year, his son hadn't returned to school.

If he were neglecting his studies for playtime, that could be excused, a perfect reason to unbuckle his belt.

But when he checked with the school, his son's paperwork was all in order; he had started early internships.

With the country's rapid development, even freshmen had to quickly join the workforce?

However, as an old criminal investigator and someone who's spent half his life in his unit, he could tell from the paperwork that his son had a rare opportunity, one difficult for others to imagine. If he walked this path well, he would definitely make a name for himself in the industry.

With the same graduation, you'd have four more years of work experience than others, and even follow renowned mentors in the field.

Anyway, regardless of what his father and father-in-law thought, Tan Yunlong had already given up on the idea of his son joining the police after graduating.

Because, even with his selfish interests, he could never pave such a path for his son.

"Dad, really, you need to spend more time on mom. It's not been easy for her all these years with you."

"Don't see you taking time to accompany your partner either."

"I can't help it; I inherited your bad habits, blame you."

"Get to the point."

"I need to file a report."

Tan Yunlong released his grip on the wire, sat upright, and seriously said, "Speak, what's the matter?"

"Let me tell you first, see how you handle it."

Tan Wenbin talked about the Wu family matter.

Tan Yunlong lit a cigarette, fell silent, and after a moment said, "If this case is real, it's going to be difficult."

"I know."

On the other end, Tan Wenbin's tone was calm, clearly aware that this case was tough, but he had to follow the necessary procedures.

"I'll call on my former colleagues to get them to investigate."

"Alright."

"Is there anything else?"

"No, that's it."

"Why aren't you resting so late?" Tan Yunlong heard car horns outside, "Are you outside?"

"No, a Hong Kong film is playing on TV."

"People in Hong Kong films speak Nantong dialect?"

"Nantong dialect dubbed version."

"You..."

"Dad, the minute's about up; I'm hanging up."