Schiller stood at the door of the police station calmly.
He straightened his cuffs with his hands, which were wrinkled by raising his hands to drive. He also checked whether the umbrella he used this afternoon was stained with dirt. Finally, he walked over to pick up the sculpture Gordon had thrown away and took a photo of it.
There was dust on it.
There was chaos inside the police station.
After several phone calls from Gordon, his capable men drove over one after another. After everyone arrived, they picked up their guns and rushed into the police station. After a while, they rushed out with the same unrestrained attitude, looking at the sky.
doubt the world.
Among the seven or eight people who came at this moment, no one dared to touch that thing on the ground.
The main reason is that after Gordon put down the main body of the sculpture, it has the ability to move freely. It keeps twisting on the ground, and the blood from the sutures seeps out, leaving black and red traces on the skin, which are brightly colored.
There are stitches running through it, making it look even more terrifying.
Schiller walked to the door of the police station lobby and looked in through the revolving door. Gordon and his subordinates were all holding guns. You looked at me and I looked at you. The expressions on their faces seemed to say, "Deal with this."
Toy? Me?"
"Schiller!!" Gordon had no choice but to shout: "I didn't ask you to come just to watch!"
"I think the way you used your words on the phone was a little rude..."
"What time of year is it now? Well, Professor Schiller, I shouldn't say so many swear words, okay?"
"I mean, I think your definition of a killer is a little small..."
Gordon really couldn't help it anymore, cursed again, and then said to his subordinates: "Call Jonathan Crane! And that Valentine, Pamela, Jack..."
The subordinate immediately started looking through the address book and made phone calls for a long time. Pamela was too busy and Jack fell asleep. In the end, only Jonathan and Valentine were able to come.
After a while, the two of them came late, and when they saw Schiller, they invariably showed a mysterious smile.
Walking into the lobby of the police station, the two of them saw the thing still crawling on the ground, and their steps became hesitant.
Jonathan immediately looked up at the string of ropes hanging on the beams of the police station. He almost instantly imagined the original appearance of the work. Then he shook his head with regret and said, "You shouldn't have put it down."
What a perfect sculpture."
"I kind of want to go to Mexico." Valentine sighed.
"I didn't ask you to come here to hurt the spring and autumn. Get this thing out of the way!!" Gordon shouted at them.
Jonathan shrugged and said: "I think the current form is not another expression form of this artwork. I don't want to destroy it..."
"Get the fuck out of here!!!!!"
Jonathan waved his hand to signal Gordon to calm down. He walked forward and squatted on the ground, checked the state of the human skin cocoon, then waved to Valentine and said, "It seems like this is your job.
."
Valentine walked over, reached out and pulled back the outer layer of skin on the ear, and sure enough he found the incision behind the ear.
"Give me a pair of scissors." Valentine said.
The policeman next to him immediately brought him a pair of scissors, but they were the blunt-edged scissors commonly used in offices. Valentine sneered dissatisfied and said: "If you still want to leave more evidence for the forensic doctor, go get a professional scissor."
surgical scissors."
At this time, a pair of surgical scissors was handed to Valentine. Valentin looked up and saw that the hand holding the scissors was pale and different from the policeman's. It was Schiller.
Valentine said nothing, took the scissors, gently cut along the invisible suture line of the wound behind the ear, very carefully removed the upper line, and then cut open the suture incision on the scalp from bottom to top.
.
"Incredible..." Valentin murmured to himself: "Judging from the traces of suture fusion, this man died within 12 hours, and to be able to complete perfect whole-body suturing within 12 hours, he must be a top-notch person."
Surgeon."
Gordon's ears perked up immediately, and several of his subordinates turned on the recording equipment without him having to say anything.
"What's more important is that all these sutured incisions were made very accurately, and the suturing was also accurate. Perhaps he had already thought about what kind of work he wanted to create before making the incisions."
"Because only a sufficiently invisible incision will not allow the surgical sutures to affect the effect of these decorative sutures, which will not overwhelm the guest, but..."
"Can you stop talking?" Gordon said: "I know you are a serial killer with great artistic taste, or you can wait until one day to go to court and say it."
Valentine curled his lips and did not continue to speak. The movements of his hands were not fast and could even be called cautious.
Precisely because he was unwilling to damage the incision and suture marks with too fast movements, how this piece of human skin was wrapped was how it was removed.
The head was divided into two parts, and the knife edge went all the way up from behind the ears. The skin on the entire back of the head was intact. What was amazing was that the skin on the facial features was also intact. It was not cut open and then sewn back separately, but
A whole human skin mask.
When the last suture was cut, Valentine carefully peeled off the human skin on his face as if it were a treasure.
What was revealed was Clay's face.
He jumped up like a resurrected zombie, took a deep breath and began to vomit crazily. But because of his violent movements, more blood seeped out of the sutures and wounds, and several policemen retreated.
Farther away.
"Can you be honest?" Valentine said, "These decorative threads are all sewn into your skin. Doesn't it hurt if you struggle like this?"
Clay just screamed meaninglessly, and Valentin leaned over to take a closer look, only to find that his lips had also been sewn shut, using invisible sutures, which were very delicate.
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"It seems we need to let him calm down." Jonathan looked back at Gordon.
Gordon turned his head away, and the expression on his face was that you can do whatever you want, I didn't see anything.
Jonathan took out an injection and pierced Clay's neck. After a while, Clay rolled his eyes and fainted, which allowed Valentine to finally work quietly.
It didn't take long for him to peel off the entire human skin.
This piece of human skin is surprisingly complete. There is only a complete incision from the armpit of the right arm to the ankle, and no other parts have been cut.
Let’s not talk about how he only uses this one incision to stuff the person in. The key is that he can use this one incision to peel off the skin, which is simply a work of art.
Valentin looked at the intact human skin and sighed helplessly.
Now that there is no internal support for the human body, the human skin cocoon is more completely presented to everyone. It looks like a dress for participating in the Day of the Dead. If you don't say that it is made of human skin, people will definitely sigh at the ingenuity of the craftsmen.
, superb aesthetics.
More importantly, after Clay's struggle, blood remained from the suture wounds, soaking the originally too brightly colored sutures into a uniform black and red tone.
The more severe the struggle and bleeding, the more the color of the joints, such as the joints, tends to be the color of blood, while the parts that have not moved much are still the original bright color, which shows a gorgeous gradient on the slightly darker skin.
, like the transition from life to death.
The death of a person is not the end. Everything in his lifetime will become another person's cocoon, either strangling the larvae and suffocating him, or letting him break out of the cocoon and regain his life, as if to show that the Aztecs
A traditional proverb - "The dead are in the coffin, but the living are reveling".
The room was silent for a moment.
After a while, Gordon let out a deep breath and waved to his subordinates, asking them to carry Clay, who was covered in blood, onto a stretcher and taken to the hospital.
When Clay woke up again, he was covered in bandages, Gordon and a few policemen were talking next to him, and Schiller, Jonathan and Valentine were standing by the door.
Clay screamed after waking up. After seeing Schiller, his face became even paler. He desperately broke away from the restrictions of the quilt and shouted regardless of the pain in his body: "You damn murderer!!!"
"Director Gordon, why didn't you arrest him?! He sealed me in a human skin!! He's a damn pervert, a lunatic..."
Schiller turned and walked towards him.
Clay's roar stopped abruptly.
His face was pale and he kept arching towards the head of the bed, shouting in a stern voice: "Don't come here!! I'm a policeman!!! Don't..."
"Are you feeling better? Mr. Clay, it seems that Jonathan overdosed and caused you to have some hallucinations."
"I'm not hallucinating, it's you..."
"Tell me what's going on." Gordon interrupted Clay's meaningless shouting and said, "From the time you left the police station this afternoon, don't miss any detail."
"I drove to a manor to investigate..."
"What time? What car were you driving? What manor were you going to?" Gordon said impatiently, "You are also a graduate of a professional criminal investigation department. You don't need me to teach you these elements."
"About 3 p.m., I drove the public vehicle assigned to me by the police station and went to...Rodriguez Manor."
"First of all, I allowed you to investigate, but I didn't give you the right to use the car. Secondly, you'd better not tell me that you entered the manor."
Gordon's eyes became more and more evil, but Clay shouted at him: "How long has it been since you still care about these rules? I was almost killed by a horrible murderer!!"
Gordon tried hard to suppress his bad expression and said, "Can you say that your dangerous situation has nothing to do with your reckless actions?"
"You are talking about victim guilt!"
"Did you really enter the manor?"
"so what?!"
Gordon finally couldn't stand it any longer. His face was darker than the bottom of the pot. He finally stood up, looked at Schiller and said, "I'm sorry, professor. I should have signed his dismissal notice in advance."
"Do you think this way you won't be responsible?"
"What I mean is that we can arrest him directly without going through the internal review process." Gordon pursed his lips tightly and said: "If he was not a police officer now, he would be breaking into a house privately, and now he is
, so he is violating the law."
"I just wanted to investigate this murderer's hometown!"
"So did you find any evidence?"
"What more evidence do you need? He kidnapped me and sewn me into a pair of human skin..."
"Great, so where is the crime scene?"
"How do I know?! I was knocked unconscious by him, but I must be in his manor!"
"Are there any witnesses?"
Clay opened his mouth, immediately looked at Bullock among the police team and said: "He went to investigate with me, he must have seen it!"
"Sorry, I didn't see anything." Bullock said, "I heard a thud from the backyard, and then you disappeared. I had to leave by myself."
"But I was attacked in Rodriguez Manor!" Clay yelled.
"But you shouldn't be in Rodriguez Manor," Gordon said.
"You must have been bribed by him, you damn dirty policeman!"
