He subconsciously touched his lower back, and felt a little relieved when he touched the hard metal weapon shell.
"Get a knife and follow me." Schiller glanced towards the kitchen and turned to leave.
Martin took a deep breath. When he squatted down and placed the box of the statue on the ground at the door, he used the reflection of the floor to see Schiller take out a box from the kitchen cabinet. There was a medical logo on the front of the box.
Some strong intuition urged Martin to escape, but more firm reason made him walk towards the kitchen with a relatively steady pace.
He picked a sharp steak knife. The serrations on the tip of the knife shone with cold light. The light of the setting sun shone into the room, turning every reflective object into a brilliant golden color.
The breeze was gentle and the warmth was full. This warm night that should have been sitting in the restaurant or on the porch reading a newspaper, talking on the phone with relatives and friends, and watching the sun disappear at the end of the golden skyline was instead overtaken by this.
The beautiful sunset was suddenly coated with a layer of bloody horror.
Martin pushed open the back door of the house.
Schiller put on a plastic raincoat. In front of him lay a naked body with a tattoo pattern on its back that was very familiar to Martin.
He tightened the steak knife in his hand.
It was getting late, and Gordon had finally solved most of the troubles that Clay had caused while acting as Director, and now only the biggest ones remained.
To resolve those heavyweight complaints, we had to talk to the parties involved, but it was too late now to make a phone call. Gordon packed up the documents and prepared to leave the police station.
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the door. Gordon immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at the door with a frown.
Soon a capable female police officer opened the door and said to Gordon with a serious expression: "Something happened in the East District. A large-scale fight broke out between two Mexican groups. The location was at the East District second-hand trading market.
In response to incidents of vandalism, looting and arson, the police station received more than 20 reports from surrounding residents."
"Go and drive!" Gordon immediately picked up the coat next to him and put it on, then hung up the pistol. He walked out quickly and said, "Send people to cordon off the area immediately, evacuate the citizens, and go to the Armed Forces Department to mobilize helicopters and armed trucks!"
"Invite reporters from Gotham Daily and other major news media to come over, let them film outside the three-layer cordon, issue a level two regional armed conflict warning, and have Bullock notify all businesses involved to close for one day. Tell
Market investors, we will conduct a public hearing later..."
"Officer Bullock was dispatched by you." The female police officer quickly followed Gordon down the stairs and said, "This afternoon, he and Officer Clay drove a police car, and they didn't know what they were doing."
"In which direction?" Gordon turned around and asked.
"West End."
A police car parked in the dark night.
The night here is even darker, like a black hole that has never been illuminated by light. Many houses around it are being demolished, and all kinds of construction machinery look more like indescribable mechanical monsters at night, with teeth and claws and strange shapes.
The dust on the road was picked up by the cool night breeze from time to time, and swirled past the dark gate. The spire of the ancient Gothic manor was set off by the bright night like an arrow from the string, exuding a cold and cold light.
murderous intent.
The door of the manor was opened a crack, a dim light came out from inside, and a trace of blood smell wafted out from the crack in the door. Listen carefully for the faint sound of human voices.
Bullock is bandaging Clay's injured left leg.
This afternoon, Bullock followed Gordon's instructions and followed Clay. Clay got an address from somewhere and drove all the way to a certain manor in the West End.
A dull copper nameplate hangs on the black doorpost of the manor, with the manor owner's surname - "Rodriguez" - written in cursive English.
Bullock did not sternly dissuade Clay, which indirectly led to the situation they encountered now. Bullock lost his pistol, his arm was cut, and Clay's ankle was completely nailed through.
The blood is flowing like an injection.
After arriving at the entrance of the manor, Clay climbed in without much effort, followed closely by Bullock. Out of his duties as a police officer, he reminded Clay that it was illegal to break into a private house.
Clay didn't seem to care as he strode towards the main door, and then encountered their first problem of the day - the door couldn't be opened.
Ordinary manor doors are not equipped with electronic locks and still use physical anti-theft measures. Most of them are huge locks that would make ordinary thieves give up at one glance.
Clay brought professional demolition tools and was not afraid of any physical anti-theft measures, but unfortunately he could not find the lock.
The entire door is seamless, with no locks, no anti-theft measures, and not even a handle that can be pulled.
Clay didn't believe it at first, but after multiple inspections, he had to admit that the door was probably opened through some kind of remote control device.
Since there is a remote control, there must be a switch, but I searched the entire front of the manor and found no trace of the switch.
Unable to go through the door, Clay planned to go through the window and break the glass to enter the house faster. Bullock did not express any opinion on this, but just reminded Clay that once the property in the manor is damaged, it is considered a burglary.
Clay decided to do it anyway.
He moved a folding ladder from the car, climbed to the window and smashed the glass, but found that the window was nailed from the inside and there was a metal plate inside. Just smashing the glass was of no use.
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Bullock found that the metal plate had dark patterns and a strange pattern, like distorted Latin letters. It was somewhat similar to the pattern on the door, but different, but at this time Clay was already planning to go down the chimney.
Because this type of manor does not have modern heating facilities, most of them will have a large fireplace and a large chimney passage. Clay went around to the backyard, climbed the big tree very close to the house, and then walked along the
The exterior wall climbs up to the roof.
It was dark inside the chimney passage. Clay threw a flare down and found that the passage was open and not blocked, so he jumped in with relief.
But unexpectedly, when they reached the middle part, the flue suddenly tightened, and Clay was stuck, so he had to call Bullock for help.
It took a lot of effort for Bullock to pull him up, but Clay's clothes had been rubbed black, and his face and arms were also covered in black soot.
Clay knew how embarrassed he was at this time, so he hammered the chimney mouth hard, and Bullock felt that there was something wrong with the echo.
Clay found another sewage channel, but the opening was too small and he couldn't get in. However, the Gotham Police Department already had modern combat equipment at this time. Clay put a remote-controlled reconnaissance vehicle along the sewage channel.
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The reconnaissance vehicle successfully entered the manor. Through the night vision goggles, Clay could see that the interior of the manor was beautifully decorated, but it was completely dark at the moment.
Even if the car went around the inside of the gate, it still didn't see any switch, the windows were all sealed, and there was no way for people to enter or exit.
But Clay found a door next to the tool shed near the back garden, possibly leading to the basement.
Clay believed that there could not be only one door in the basement. The other door should be in the tool room in the front yard or backyard. Bullock wanted to say that he did not see any locks or door handles on the basement door of the manor.
On the contrary, there were still strange patterns, but Clay had already rushed to the tool room in a hurry.
There is indeed a tool room on the side of the yard, and there is indeed a door in the tool room. There is a lock on the door. Clay used hydraulic shears three times, five times and two times to cut off the lock.
Bullock was still reminding him that the dropped lock, the traces of the hydraulic shears and the fingerprints on the hydraulic shears would be perfect evidence of accusation, but Clay had already walked down the stairs inside the door.
Bullock didn't intend to go down with him, but less than 30 seconds later, a scream came from the basement.
When Bullock went down, he only saw an old-fashioned nail gun and Clay's nailed ankle. He looked around and picked up a piece of fishing line in the corner that was obviously stretched and then torn and curled.
"This damn murderer!" Clay gritted his teeth and cursed: "He set a trap in his own house!!"
Bullock wanted to say very much that if there was a trap here, it meant that he might have expected you to come, but Clay cursed so loudly that it completely drowned out Bullock's whisper.
Bullock wanted to help Clay up, but at this moment he heard movement on the stairs above him. He looked back and saw countless dark tentacles pouring in from the stairwell.
The two of them screamed at the same time. Bullock dragged Clay to the other end of the passage and ran to the other door. Bullock couldn't find any door locks or handles, so he could only start hitting him with his body.
Door.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After several hits, the door was finally pushed open. The two fell to the ground one after the other. Bullock screamed in agony, covering his arm that was scratched by the fragments of the door panel.
They finally entered the interior of the manor, but this was just the beginning. All the cabinets here had no locks or handles. They seemed to be opened by switches remotely, but there was no switch at all.
It's hard for Bullock to imagine how the housekeeper works in this manor. Does he have a remote control that can open all doors and cabinets?
Clay obviously thought so too, and his goal became to find the remote control.
But before that, he had to bandage his wound. Fortunately, they brought simple medical supplies when they came in. Clay asked Bullock to bandage his ankle.
Bullock looked at the iodine and bandages in his hands, and then at Clay's ankle that was nailed through. He really wanted to say that such a deep penetrating injury could only be covered with a bandage. Clay would probably become the first in the police department.
Police officer who died of tetanus.
But he didn't say anything. Just like in the movie, he disinfected it with iodophor and put a bandage on it, giving the wound a consolation prize.
After being bandaged, Clay didn't bother to rest, and rushed straight into the manor like a greedy starving ghost, as if he was eager to find something here.
He began to focus on checking the kitchen, warehouse, and tool room, using the instrument in his hand to scan everything that might be a weapon in his eyes, trying to find any traces of blood stains.
He destroyed door after door, piled all the carpets together, began scanning and checking over and over again, and took pictures of all his work.
"I will definitely find it... This damn murderer must have committed countless major crimes here..."
After Bullock, who was standing in the front hall, took care of his wounds, he used the moonlight to find the switch of the chandelier in the front hall.
When the light was turned on, he saw a tall, thin black figure standing at the back door.