Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 26: Unexpected Visitors
"What?"
Swart continued to ask, but the two subordinates were completely unable to explain.
Snap, snap!
The sheriff raised his hand and slapped each of his two subordinates.
This time, they both woke up.
"What's down there?"
Swart asked again.
"Corpse!"
"Skeletons!"
The two men said in unison, then shook their heads again and said.
"flesh!"
"Offal!"
Then, the two looked at each other, as if arguing with their eyes that they were right.
"Alright, alright."
"Change two."
Swart sent two more of his men into the basement.
The two people this time were better than the previous ones, but their performance was limited. They still couldn't fully describe what was in the basement. When someone else went down, the result was the same.
However, after changing three groups of people and confirming that there was no danger below, Goethe picked up the lantern and went down.
Swart thought about it, picked up a lantern and followed Goethe down.
Then the sheriff regretted his decision.
What did he see?
Body parts!
The bloody, neatly cut body parts were piled on an altar supported by six skeletons.
The skeleton is complete, with skull, cervical vertebrae, arms and leg bones.
The six skeletons were kneeling on the ground with their knees down. From the side, it looked as if six people were carrying a large round plate on their backs, and the flesh and blood was the food on the plate.
Even Goethe did not understand the "supernormality" of the world before him.
However, when I saw this scene, I still felt a strong sense of ritual.
It seems like a sacrifice.
It's like an offering.
"vomit!"
When Swart saw the scene clearly, he vomited.
Goethe continued to investigate with a lantern.
The flesh and blood on the big plate included human, cow, sheep, horse, rabbit and chicken.
These are pretty easy to distinguish.
Because these flesh and blood have not been finely processed.
To put it simply, there was no skinning or anything like that. It was just cut in the most primitive way and placed on top. One of the sheep heads, under the light, with its cloudy eyes, looked even more disturbing in a straight line.
In the bloody red, the turbid straight-shaped eyes seemed to be coming alive.
Goethe frowned slightly and looked downward.
The skeletons below were different. They were cut into small pieces, leaving only the skeletons.
Moreover, the flesh and blood were not placed on the plate.
Goethe looked at the six skeletons with complicated eyes.
He was sure that his 'aunt' was among them.
As for which one?
Goethe could not read it.
He could determine the gender of the skeleton by its slender frame, but he could not determine its appearance.
However, there is one thing Goethe can be sure of.
The 'masterpiece' before us should not be the work of the 'Killer in the Mist'.
To be more precise, those people just now should not be in the same group with the 'Killer in the Fog'.
It should be that my 'aunt' provoked someone who should not be provoked.
only……
Why did these people attack him?
Goethe frowned.
Since it was a matter of 'supernormal', he was unable to make an accurate judgement due to the lack of key information.
"I hope Morey can see the information soon."
Goethe thought this and continued to look around.
He saw the meat hooks and the human skins caught on them...
It's not complete.
Some places are already broken.
It can be seen that the person who did this is not very skilled in this field.
But the human figure can basically be seen.
"vomit!"
Swat, who had just vomited, vomited again after seeing these human skins.
Then the sheriff couldn't take it anymore.
"Goethe, I'll go up and wait for you."
Having said this, without waiting for Goethe to answer, the sheriff ran upstairs.
Goethe, on the other hand, looked towards the front of what should be the 'altar'.
There was a long table there.
On both sides of the table were candles as thick as arms, placed on grayish-white skulls.
And in the middle of the table, there is an open book.
The book was not big, only the size of a palm, and there were not many pages in total, about 20 pages. Goethe carefully checked it and picked up the book after confirming that there were no traps.
The book does not have a hard cover, but a soft cowhide cover.
The paper was yellowed, obviously quite old.
And the text above...
can't read!
Goethe frowned slightly, closed the book in his hand and put it in his coat pocket.
“This should be extraordinary text!”
Goethe guessed.
If you want to verify it, it is not difficult.
In the afternoon, Morey arranged classes for him.
Thinking of this, Goethe checked the basement again and prepared to walk to the ground, but he stopped after taking only two steps.
He walked in front of the six skeletons again, squatted down and clasped his hands together.
"Feel sorry."
As Goethe spoke, he took out all the explosives hidden on the side of his coat.
After lighting it, he left quickly.
Swat naturally couldn't see anything about the scene in front of him, but it was different for Morey.
It is possible that Morey discovered something that led to the inference that he had the book.
This was a result he was unwilling to face.
After all, he had no intention of "handing it over" from the beginning to the end.
Life in his hometown had long made Goethe develop the habit of keeping something in reserve.
At this time, the reporters had already arrived.
Swart, who had just vomited, was standing with his head held high in front of many reporters.
"This was an extremely brutal case."
"These desperadoes have long gone beyond the imagination of all of us."
"Even the bravest detective was frightened just now."
Swart stood there with a serious look on his face.
"Sheriff Swart, does that include you?"
a reporter asked.
"certainly!"
"I was also scared, but I didn't back off because I knew very well that there were too many civilians behind me who needed my protection. So, even though I was scared, I had to stand up."
Swart, who was wet and looked very embarrassed, at this moment, under the morning sun, seemed to be glowing all over.
Clap, clap, clap.
The reporters and civilians around applauded.
Just then—
boom!
When the explosion sounded, everyone was startled and many people fell to the ground.
When the dust settled, people looked at each other in bewilderment. They looked at Swat standing there motionless, and admiration suddenly appeared on their faces. Some reporters even walked directly towards Swat.
But as soon as they got closer, they smelled a foul odor.
Is it urine?
The reporters looked at Swart in confusion.
But immediately, they shook their heads.
How could brave Sheriff Swart wet his pants?
Goethe took a quick glance, then walked around the crowd, returned to the police carriage, and waited quietly for Swart.
This is what the other party deserves.
The cooperation between the two parties is beneficial to each other.
Ten minutes later, Swart, looking excited but embarrassed, returned to the carriage.
"What's going on down there?"
Swart asked.
"There's explosives hidden down there."
Goethe replied without blinking.
"Explosives?"
"Hiss, these guys are really scary!"
Swart muttered to himself, then continued.
"half!"
"I know!"
Swart, who also understood the partnership, had nothing to hide.
"Well, if you can... help me identify these six skeletons."
"Among them, one is my 'aunt'."
"If you can't identify it, forget it."
Goethe tried to make his voice as low as possible.
Swart was stunned.
Then he raised his hand to pat Goethe on the shoulder, but before he could do so, he heard Goethe say, "If you dare to pat me with the hand that touched your crotch, I will make sure you can never use this hand again."
"Haha, how come?"
"I certainly won't."
Swart laughed dryly and scratched his head.
Suddenly, I smelled a fishy smell.
Subconsciously, the sheriff put his hand to his nose and smelled it. Then he came to his senses and immediately shook his hand in disgust, but his fingers accidentally touched the carriage beside him.
"hiss!"
The sheriff, who was in pain, instinctively put his fingers in his mouth to reduce the pain.
The sheriff was stunned.
Goethe silently distanced himself from the other party.
Afterwards, on the way back to the police station, both sides remained silent for quite a long time.
"I'm going to take a shower, brush my teeth, and change my clothes."
When getting off the carriage, Swart left this sentence and walked away quickly.
Goethe walked towards Swart's office.
But soon, Goethe discovered something was wrong.
On the way to Swart's office, there were too many patrolmen standing around, and these patrolmen were quietly looking at him and pointing at him.
This was not the case before.
He is not welcome in the police department.
Goethe knew this.
Those patrolmen didn't even dare to look him in the eye before.
Now they are pointing fingers.
This made Goethe frown
He had a bad feeling.
And soon, he knew the answer.
When Goethe opened the office door, he immediately saw a lady in a white dress, with a sweet smile and a gentle temperament, standing in front of the desk.
When she heard the door open, the lady turned around immediately, and when she saw it was Goethe, her eyes were filled with surprise.
"Goethe!"
The other party shouted with joy.
Goethe's name popped out of his mind:
Sheila!
