Swart asked, but the two subordinates couldn't explain the reason at all.
Snap, snap!
The sergeant raised his hand and slapped two of his subordinates.
This time, the two of them woke up.
"What's down there?"
Swart asked again.
"Corpse!"
"Skeletons!"
The two men said in unison, then shook their heads together again and said.
"flesh!"
"Guts!"
Then, the two looked at each other, as if arguing with their eyes that they were right.
"Okay, okay."
"Change two."
Swart let two more of his men enter the basement.
The two people this time were better than the two before, but they were limited. There was still no way to fully describe what was in the basement. If they changed people again, it would still be the same.
However, after changing three groups of people in a row and confirming that there was no danger below, Goethe directly picked up the lantern and walked down.
Swart thought for a while, then picked up a lantern and followed Goethe down.
Then, the police chief regretted it.
What did he see?
Corpse pieces!
Pieces of neatly cut corpses dripping with blood were piled on an altar supported by six skeletons.
The skeleton is complete, including skull, cervical vertebrae, arms, and leg bones.
The six skeletons were in a kneeling posture. From the side, it looked like the six people were holding a large round plate on their backs, and the flesh and blood were the food on the plate.
Even Goethe did not understand the "extraordinary" world in front of him.
However, when I saw this scene in front of me, I still felt a strong sense of ritual.
It seems to be a sacrifice.
It's like making an offering.
"vomit!"
When Swart saw the scene in front of him clearly, he immediately vomited.
Goethe continued to investigate with his lantern.
The flesh and blood on the big plate include that of humans, cattle, sheep, horses, rabbits and chickens.
These are very easy to distinguish.
Because these flesh and blood have not been refined.
To put it simply, there is no skinning or the like, it is just the most primitive cutting and putting it on top. One of the sheep heads, under the light of the light, has a straight shape in the cloudy eyes, which makes people feel more and more uneasy.
.
In the bloody red, the cloudy straight eyes seemed to be coming to life.
Goethe frowned slightly and looked down.
The skeletons below are different. They have been finely cut, leaving only the skeleton.
Moreover, the flesh and blood was not put on the plate.
Goethe looked at the six skeletons with complicated eyes.
He was certain that his 'aunt' was among them.
As for which one it is?
Goethe could not decipher it.
He could judge the gender of the skeleton through the slender skeleton, but he could not judge the appearance.
However, Goethe was certain of one thing.
The 'masterpiece' in front of me should not be the work of the 'Mist Killer'.
To be precise, those people just now should not be in the same group as the 'Mist Murderer'.
It should be his 'aunt' who provoked someone who should not be provoked alone.
only……
Why did these people attack him?
Goethe frowned.
It was about 'extraordinary', and without key information, he couldn't make an accurate judgment.
"I hope Morey can see the information soon."
Goethe thought this and continued to look around.
He saw a meat hook and a human skin being caught...
It's not complete.
Well fragmented in places.
It can be seen that the person who started it is not skilled in this way.
But the human form can basically be seen.
"vomit!"
Swart, who had just finished vomiting, vomited it out again after seeing these human skins.
Then the sergeant couldn't take it anymore.
"Goethe, I'll go up and wait for you."
After speaking, without waiting for Goethe to answer, the police chief ran up.
Goethe, on the other hand, looked directly in front of what should be the 'altar'.
There is a long table there.
On the left and right sides of the table are candles as thick as arms placed on gray-white skulls.
In the middle of the table, there is an open book.
The book is not big, only about the size of a palm, and the number of pages is not many, about 20 pages. Goethe carefully checked it to make sure there were no traps, and then picked up the book.
The book does not have a hard cover, but is made of soft cowhide.
The paper is yellowed and obviously has a lot of age.
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 an extraordinary text!"
Goethe guessed.
And if you want to prove it, it's not difficult.
In the afternoon, Morey arranged classes for him.
Thinking of this, Goethe checked the basement again and was about to walk towards the ground, but he stopped after taking only two steps.
He walked up to the six skeletons again, squatted down and clasped his hands together.
"Feel sorry."
Goethe said as he took out the explosives hidden on the side of his coat.
After lighting it, he left quickly.
Naturally, Swart couldn't see anything in the scene in front of him, but Morey was different.
It is possible that Morey discovered something and concluded that he had obtained the book.
And this is a result he is unwilling to face.
After all, he had no intention of 'turning it over' from beginning to end.
Life in his hometown had already given Goethe the habit of "keeping a hand in reserve".
By this time, the reporters had already arrived.
Swart, who had just vomited, was standing in front of many reporters with his head held high.
"This was an extremely brutal case."
"These desperadoes have already exceeded all of our imaginations."
"Even the bravest detective was scared just now."
Swart stood there with a serious look on his face.
"Chief Swart, does this include you?"
a reporter asked.
"certainly!"
"I was also frightened, but I didn't flinch because I knew very well that there were too many civilians behind me who needed me to protect, so even if I was scared, I had to stand up."
Swart, who was wet all over and looked very embarrassed, seemed to be glowing with some kind of brilliance all over his body under the morning sunlight.
Bang bang bang.
The surrounding reporters and civilians applauded.
Just then——
boom!
When the explosion came, everyone was startled, and many people crawled to the ground.
When the dust fell to the ground, people looked at each other in embarrassment. They looked at Swart, who was standing motionless, with admiration on their faces. Some reporters even walked directly towards Swart.
But as soon as they got closer, they smelled a foul smell.
Is it urine?
These reporters looked at Swart in confusion.
But immediately, they shook their heads.
How could the brave Sheriff Swart wet his pants!
Goethe glanced at it, then bypassed the crowd, returned to the police carriage, and waited quietly for Swart.
This is what the other party deserves.
Cooperation between the two parties allows each to get what it needs.
Ten minutes later, an excited but embarrassed Swart returned to the carriage.
"What's going on down there?"
Swart asked.
"There are explosives hidden underneath."
Goethe replied without blinking an eye.
"Explosives?"
"Hey, these guys are really scary!"
Swart murmured to himself, and then continued.
"half!"
"I know!"
Swart, who also understands the cooperative relationship, has nothing to hide.
"Well, if you can... help me identify the six skeletons."
"One of them is my 'aunt'."
"If it's unrecognizable, forget it."
Goethe tried to keep his voice as low as possible.
Swart was stunned.
Then he wanted to raise his hand to pat Goethe's shoulder, but before it fell, he heard Goethe say: "If you dare to pat me with the hand that touched your crotch, I will prevent you from using this hand in the future."
"Haha, how could that happen?"
"I certainly won't."
Swart smiled dryly and scratched his head.
Suddenly, I felt an unpleasant smell.
Subconsciously, he put his hand in front of his nose and smelled it. Then the police chief came to his senses and immediately waved his hand in disgust. However, he accidentally touched the carriage carriage next to him with his finger.
"hiss!"
The police sergeant, who was in pain, instinctively put his fingers in his mouth, trying to reduce the pain.
The police chief was stunned.
Goethe silently opened the distance between him and the other party.
Afterwards, on the way back to the police station, both parties remained silent for a long time.
"I'm going to take a shower, brush my teeth, and change my clothes."
When getting off the carriage, Swart left these words and left quickly.
Goethe walked towards Swart's office.
But soon, Goethe discovered that something was wrong.
On the way to Swart's office, there were too many patrol officers standing around, and these patrol officers quietly looked at him and pointed at him.
This has not happened before.
He is not popular in the police station.
Goethe knew this.
Those patrolmen didn't even dare to look at him before.
Now it's just pointing.
This made Goethe frown.
He had some bad premonitions.
And soon, he knew the answer.
Pushing open the door of the office, Goethe immediately saw a lady wearing a white skirt, with a sweet smile and a gentle temperament, standing in front of her desk.
When she heard the door open, the lady immediately turned around and saw surprise in her eyes when she saw it was Goethe.
