Perfect Crime

"You're so kind, Mr. Song," the auntie said with a sniffle. "It's fortunate that you're not affected as well."

Song Zhuyu simply smiled and asked, "Do you know who else has similar symptoms? Are there many? How about the children?" At this moment, he still couldn't confirm how many people in the village were the 'living dead', but if these strange bruises were really what he thought they were, he might be able to gain a valuable insight!

"How many… I don't know about everyone else, but I do know a few along this street have the same bruises as me. As for the children, I haven't heard anything about them. There shouldn't be any," she mused.