Jorel Decker Hollywood Undead Novels & Stories

"Yes or no." Yeah. On purpose. I was already clocking this whole thing as a fake investigation when the lawyers dropped the bomb. The head of the panel—Dr. Fletcher—was Zoey's uncle. Her mom's brother. So that was it. Scripted from the jump. He'd just been waiting for me to trip so he could shove his people forward. I froze for half a second, heat rushing straight to my skull. Then it cleared. Fine. If they wanted a game, I'd go bigger.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

But all it took was a slight raise of his hand, and the crowd quieted, their raucous voices stilled by his commanding presence. "I am Vincent Casper, chief medical examiner of Ariant City. I have invited official journalists from the central news channel and our city's primary media outlets to witness the live broadcast of the truth behind this murder case." Murder case?! The crowd buzzed again, shock rippling through the room. These reporters were expecting a scandal about plagiarism, some small tabloid fodder. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine it would be tied to something as serious as a murder. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Charles and Arianna, subtly edgi

However, the person who had just been killed condensed again, revealing the appearance of Huan He. "Haha, I'm an Undead!"