"Phew, it's finally done." The female police officer flicked her ponytail back and said with a walkie-talkie: "Negotiation expert news, the party on the west side is willing to make concessions, but the premise is that the party on the east side must pay for the burial.
It’s all cliche.”
The tall police officer leaning on the police car put away the leg that was lying sideways, stood up straight, straightened his collar, and said to the intercom: "Let them take the body out first, and the two parties will withdraw from both sides, and then
Find two or three troublemakers and throw them out."
"I'm afraid it's not that easy. One of the parties is a foreigner. It's too difficult for them to find a scapegoat." The female police officer's intermittent voice came from the intercom, "They don't understand Gotham's rules, and they speak with a very thick accent. I'm too lazy to follow them.
They're wasting their saliva, just arrest them."
"You are still so tough, Desna, okay, I'll notify the special service team to arm,... pay attention to all aspects! Pay attention to all aspects!"
The police worked in an orderly manner, guarding several openings in the residential area, leaving only two trails for both parties to evacuate.
The locals kicked out two minors. After being held down by the police, they cursed and threatened to make the people on the other side look good.
The police immediately put hoods on them. After putting them on, the police standing at the intersection waved their hands, and reporters swarmed over.
"What caused this fire?"
"What about the casualties? Is anyone dead? Are ambulances on the way?"
"Will this affect the normal opening of the market? How many days will it be closed? What do the stall owners and investors think?"
"Were any police officers injured during this crackdown? Did you strictly follow the no-shooting law?"
And the police officers routinely shouted, "Make way! Make way! Arrest the prisoner! Don't interfere with official duties! Everything will be explained at the hearing and press conference!"
"Please wait for the press conference! Don't come close! Don't come close!"
As for the group of outsiders, as the female police officer said, they didn't understand the rules of scapegoating at all. As soon as they said they wanted to run away, they all ran away.
Fortunately, the special service team, led by a female police officer, ambushed the intersection and killed the two slowest runners with two Taser shots.
After these two people were restrained, the female police officer discovered that they were neither minors nor pregnant women. This time, they were put in jail.
The police then worked with nearby residents to lift up the knocked down stalls in the market so that they could open normally tomorrow. By the time all the mess was cleared up, it was already late at night.
"Close the team!" Gordon's voice on the intercom was still calm and powerful.
Before entering the police car, the female police officer stubbed out her cigarette butts, opened the door and got in. She glanced at Gordon next to her and said, "It's done, boss."
"Is there anything unusual about the two people you arrested?"
"Abnormal? Is abnormal stupidity considered abnormal?"
"I mean appearance."
"Exceptionally ugly."
Gordon covered his forehead and said, "Can you restrain yourself? I'm asking about physical characteristics."
"No special physical features, just an ordinary Mexican."
"Where's the tattoo?"
"They are outsiders, why do they need to see their tattoos?" The female police officer looked at Gordon with some confusion, but still said to the intercom: "Laudas, let Padfoot take off their clothes and see their tattoos."
After a while, the female police officer received the picture on her phone, and she handed it to Gordon. After Gordon saw one of the tattoos, he showed a look of understanding.
Countless police cars with flashing lights were speeding through the night, announcing the end of another major case. Most of the police officers dispersed after driving their cars back to the police station, but Gordon's documents hadn't been sorted out yet. Today's events
It also needed to be filed, so he led several subordinates to the police station.
This operation can be regarded as an outpouring of force. In other words, there were only a few policemen on night shift. After leaving, except for the duty room, which was still lit, the rest of the police station was dark.
Gordon walked in, followed muscle memory, reached out to turn on the light, and the next second, he froze in place.
In the brief second it turned from black to bright, cold sweat soaked his back.
There is a person hanging in the center of the police station lobby.
A naked Mexican.
But this person is really weird.
His dark skin showed an abnormal paleness, as if it had been swollen after being soaked in water for a long time. There was a white film on the dark background, which Gordon knew was a sign of lifelessness.
His skin was wrinkled abnormally, as if it did not grow normally on his body, but was acquired.
Starting from the head, brightly colored stitches weave complex and beautiful patterns. The head has the most stitches, with black, red, purple, blue and green intertwined, and a Mexican Day of the Dead skull pattern is sewn with the help of the facial structure.
The interwoven patterns on the neck and the patterns spreading to the arms and shoulders are all in the same Day of the Dead decorative style.
His hands were hung up and fixed to the ceiling. There were many Day of the Dead trinkets tied to the ropes that fixed him, and a large series of masks and sculptures hung at his feet.
This is a humanoid Day of the Dead Christmas tree.
"Put him down quickly!!" Gordon roared.
The police officers behind them didn't move for a long time. They were obviously frightened. They had seen many corpses in Gotham, and no one was afraid of corpses. Most of the corpses they had seen were disgusting, but not this one.
The color of the stitching is bright but coordinated, full of strong Mexican style, which makes people think of that colorful country at a glance. Not only is it not ugly, it can even be said to be very beautiful. If someone wears something like this to go to a Day of the Dead party,
It will definitely be very popular.
The decorations hanging above are also very coordinated. The simple sculptures dilute the visual stimulation of strong colors and bring an ancient charm to the overall layout, reminding people that Mexico has a long history in addition to its gorgeous art and culture.
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The lighting arrangement is also very particular. The moment Gordon turns on the lights, the small light bulbs dotted between the stitches also light up, as if the opening of a grand party.
It looks like this thing should not be placed in the Gotham Police Department, but in the National Museum of Mexican History, maybe at the opening ceremony of the Day of the Dead.
At the same time, the skeleton composed of sutures tracing the facial features replaces the original expression of the human body, making people feel that there is another soul watching inside the corpse, which is creepy.
"What does it smell like?" Gordon asked, shrugging his nose.
"It seems like something burned." The police officer behind him immediately looked around and found some marks on the ground.
The female police officer knelt down and picked up the black ashes after burning, smelled it and said, "It seems to be resin."
Gordon did not yell at them to put the body down, but walked forward and stood among the ashes of burning resin, staring at the brightly colored sculpture.
A colorful feather fell from the decoration above his head and floated into Gordon's hand.
"The dead are in the coffin, the living are carnival..."
Gordon muttered something in Spanish, and the female police officer stepped forward and asked, "What?"
"Nothing, this is a traditional proverb of the Day of the Dead, which means that the dead have fallen asleep, and the living should celebrate them."
"Why? Shouldn't we be sad?"
"They don't seem to regard death as the end." Gordon shook his head and said: "They regard death as the starting point of another period of eternal life. This is to celebrate their move to a new paradise."
The male police officer who finally came over suddenly froze. He screamed in disbelief, and then shouted: "He's moving!! He's moving!!! He's not dead yet!!!"
Gordon and the female police officer immediately stepped back, and then discovered that the leg of the corpse above was twitching.
They hurriedly called more police officers and worked hard to get the body down. During the process, Gordon touched the back of the body and found that it was not as cold as he thought.
Humans lose body temperature very quickly after death. There is an unusual coldness to the touch. It feels like the bark of a tree after a rainy night. No matter how warm it is, people will not feel the distance between life and death so clearly.
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But the body temperature was wrong. Although it was not as hot as a living person, it was not as cold as a dead person.
After laying the body flat on the ground, Gordon saw the details clearly. He reached out and pulled the sutures in shock, and shouted to everyone: "This is not his skin! There is someone inside here!!!"
In the end, Gordon was almost screaming. No one could understand what he meant at first, but when they realized what he meant, everyone took a step back.
The corpse twisted.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"
There were unprecedented screams from the Gotham Police Department, not from the corpses, but from the police.
The tall police officer knelt down, and the female police officer even took out her gun and fired twice. The others all found cover, screaming and running.
Gordon also sat down on the ground.
This is too fucking scary!!!
Corpses are not scary, weird and beautiful corpses are not scary, corpses with warmth are not scary, and even corpses that move are not scary.
The scary thing is that when this thing is twisted, the skin does not move like a normal person at all. The human skin that is sewn on is not compliant at all. When it moves, the wrinkles and stretches are completely inconsistent with common sense.
They are similar but different, which is the biggest source of terror.
He is like a monster wrapped in human skin, and seems to be breaking out of the cocoon by constantly twisting and struggling, which brings too many terrifying imaginations to people.
Gordon used slightly trembling hands to pull open a suture on the arm closest to him, and finally found an almost seamless wound in the palm of his hand.
Following the wound, you can see that underneath the bloody skin is not fat and muscle, but another layer of skin.
Gordon really couldn't stand it anymore. He threw away the arm, took a few steps back, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Mobile phone...give me the mobile phone..."
The female police officer next to him took out her cell phone and handed it to him. Gordon pressed a series of numbers. After waiting for a long time, the call was finally connected.
"Hello? Professor Schiller? There is a corpse here... No, I mean, there is a fucking weird and terrifying corpse that no one except the murderer dares to touch!!"
"...I'm not asking you to come here, I'm asking you to quickly summon all the fucking murderers you know and rush over here as quickly as possible!!!"
Schiller put down his cell phone, with Gordon's horrified scream still echoing in the room. He slowly took off his raincoat, put on his windbreaker, and arranged his hair in front of the mirror.
Before going out, he saw the sculpture that Martin placed at the door. After thinking about it, he picked up the box and got into the car.
Schiller soon saw Gordon and several of his subordinates outside the gate of the Gotham Police Station. Note that it was outside the gate of the yard and even 200 meters outside the duty room.
"It's for you." Schiller put the sculpture in his hand into Gordon's arms and said, "Celebrate that you came back alive and didn't get mad at the students."
Gordon lowered his head and saw a Mexican-style sculpture.