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The room was enveloped in a deathly silence, the air thick with a suffocating stench of blood. The ground was a chaotic mess, littered with debris, but there were no bodies in sight.
Xiao Qiang's gaze shifted to the end of the hallway, where a completely white Concept CG Bicycle stood. Before he could say anything, the lord beside him suddenly brightened and rushed over. He reached out to grab the handlebars but lost his balance and crashed into a door next to the bicycle.
The door swung open to reveal a bedroom. As it did, the faint blood stench became more pronounced, seeping from within. Xiao Qiang stepped inside, only to find his feet slipping on something slick—he looked down to see a dismembered corpse sprawled across the floor.
He lifted his foot, strands of blood clinging to the sole of his shoe. Upon closer inspection, he realized the entire room was drenched in blood. It resembled a scene from a slaughterhouse, blood flowing freely everywhere.
The lord straightened the bicycle and glanced into the room, unable to bear the acrid scent of blood any longer. He quickly covered his mouth and nose and asked, “Could that corpse be infected with a virus?”
Xiao Qiang didn’t respond to the lord’s question; instead, he stepped further inside to examine the scene closely.
The victim’s neck was nearly severed, with only a small portion of bloody muscle and nerve tissue still connecting the head to the body. As Xiao Qiang leaned in closer, the bloody head suddenly twitched, startling the lord who had been lingering at the doorway.
Xiao Qiang threw a punch at the newly awakened head, causing it to emit a sharp crack. He then drew out a dagger and swiftly severed the head from its body. Grabbing a corner of the bedsheet, he wrapped up the head and tossed it back to the lord.
“Hey, kid, don’t joke around,” the lord said nervously as he caught it, his heart racing with fear.
“Take it; we need to study it,” Xiao Qiang replied coldly, making the lord uncomfortable and speechless. Did he really have to treat this head like some precious treasure?
“Be careful; it might bite you,” Xiao Qiang warned as he exited the room.
The lord looked down at the dark red bundle in his hands, thinking it was just an attempt to scare him. After all, he was a city lord; surely he wasn’t afraid of a dead man’s head? He responded nonchalantly, “It’s fine; he—” But before he could finish his sentence, he was genuinely frightened when he saw that the head was indeed moving.
Bang! The head slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. It must have been an instinctive reaction; seeing it move sent shivers down his spine and made him loosen his grip.
Xiao Qiang shook his head and bent down to pick up the wrapped head before hanging it on the front of the bicycle. He inspected the bicycle thoroughly; its various functions were intact and its design was impressive.
This Concept CG Bicycle was not something from 2014; it had no chains. At the front handlebars, near where one would place their chest, there were indicators for laser devices and night vision equipment. The speed controller was also located on the handlebars, allowing adjustments according to the rider's preferences.
Fortunately, the two of them discovered another identical bicycle in an empty house.
They hopped on the bike, feeling exhilarated as if they were fish in water. However, Xiao Qiang had no intention of leaving the town just yet; he turned the handlebars and twisted the throttle, speeding down the deserted street.
"What is this guy doing?" the town lord wondered, but he had to follow along.
Xiao Qiang wanted to check if there were any survivors left in the town.
Time dragged on painfully, and at that moment, the town felt lonelier and more desolate than anywhere he had ever known. The silent streets gave a sense of aimlessness and helplessness. "Is anyone there?" he shouted into a megaphone.
The wind howled from afar, brushing past Xiao Qiang.
The narrow town echoed Xiao Qiang's call. After a long silence without any response, even the stray dogs that usually rummaged through the trash seemed to have vanished overnight.
He sensed a squeaking sound behind him; it was the town lord nervously squeezing the brakes. The latter cast a fearful glance at the silent houses standing around them, chills running down his spine. He instinctively wiped his face and said, "Kid, we should get out of here quickly! This place has completely turned into a dead town."
Xiao Qiang stared at the spot where yesterday afternoon's incident had occurred, memories flooding back of being surrounded and beaten by thugs. Did those bastards also fall prey to the vampires? Such lively individuals wasted. With a sigh, he adjusted the bike to leave when suddenly a cry for help reached his ears.
"Help me..." The voice sounded male—urgent, hoarse, laced with fear.
There are survivors, Xiao Qiang thought in shock. He hurriedly pedaled toward the source of the sound—based on its direction, they arrived at a somewhat concealed restroom.
However, when they got there, they saw no one. Where are they? He wondered to himself, scanning around carefully.
The voice was actually coming from beneath him. "I'm down here." Xiao Qiang's sudden movement startled the town lord; he almost pedaled away in fright.
Jumping aside, Xiao Qiang turned and crouched down to investigate the source of the voice—a manhole cover. Below the cover stood several people in a sewage drain, their faces filled with fear and anxiety as they stared up at him.
This was a relatively large and concentrated Sewage Manhole Network, spacious enough to accommodate them. As they lifted the manhole cover, a foul stench assaulted their senses, forcing Xiao Qiang and the city lord to cover their noses and mouths. Peering down, they saw the drainage channels continuously pouring sewage into their vicinity.
After half an hour of tense rescue efforts, the survivors were finally saved. However, to Xiao Qiang's surprise, these individuals were actually the thugs who had attacked him.
At the same time, they recognized Xiao Qiang. They exchanged glances, filthy and reeking, feeling utterly ashamed. Finally, they mustered the courage to apologize to him.
"It's fine, as long as you're okay. Hurry up and wash yourselves off a bit. Let's head to the mountain village and take a look."
The leader of the thugs was Min Dagang, the one who had wielded a baseball bat, accompanied by his loyal friends. Xiao Qiang didn’t allow them into his house; instead, they went to a narrow river behind the small town to wash off the grime. They changed into clothes that Xiao Qiang had brought out for them.
While fetching clothes from the abandoned houses, Xiao Qiang noticed something troubling: the interiors were in disarray, bloodstains everywhere, yet he didn’t see any other bodies.
Vampires typically wouldn’t consume an entire human body; they belonged to a malevolent nature and wouldn’t leave corpses intact to become Living Dead. He had a premonition that these bodies had been taken away by Super Descent.
But taken away for what? That was a mystery! Perhaps there were answers within the Muffled Train.
For a moment, Xiao Qiang became a hero in the eyes of these thuggish brothers, naturally stepping into Min Dagang's position as their leader. They obeyed him without question and recounted the terrifying events that had unfolded in Huainan Town that night.
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