Schiller himself clicked on "Document Research" and looked at the skill description. It was a skill specifically used for reading some texts on theology and anomalies. With this attribute, he would definitely be out of luck in the martial arts stream. He should still be doing the job of researching documents and deciphering clues.
Bar.
If nothing else, Batman and Night Owl should both have the skill of force. They are the main force of physical damage. At present, it is not clear what the other people are leaning towards.
"What did you just hear?" Batman from the main universe asked.
Schiller repeated those words, and Batman said thoughtfully: "This may be a clue to the prowler. He came with the snow. It may be saying that this guy can only do it when it snows heavily."
It has indeed been snowing in the past few days."
"How can you tell?" Schiller asked deliberately.
Batman in the main universe glanced at the fireplace and said, "Just look at the amount of firewood."
This is in line with his character, because the character played by Batman in the main universe is also a survival expert. Many survivors like to challenge themselves in extreme climate environments. He has a lot of knowledge about wood burning and heating in extreme weather.
normal.
Schiller turned to look at the fireplace. The firewood next to the fireplace was piled up on the entire wall. If the weather had not been bad, there would be no need to bring so much firewood into the house.
If this is the case, the dirt on the feet of the corpse is somewhat unexplainable. If the snow has been falling recently, then there is no way that the detectives who came here recently had dry dirt on their feet.
"Did you see any footprints when you just went out?" Schiller looked at Batman in the main universe, but he obviously didn't have much hope because the snow was so heavy that any footprints would have been covered long ago.
As expected, Batman from the main universe shook his head.
"Then this may not be the scene of the first crime." Schiller said: "The detective was not killed here. He may have been dragged here by something."
"But there are no traces of dragging on his body." The pale knight walked around to the other side of the body, looked at the body and said: "Even if his clothes were thick and did not leave scratches on his skin, there would definitely be traces on his clothes.
There are marks, but nothing, and his clothes are in good condition."
"What if the other party can fly?" Greedy said.
Everyone was silent for a while, and Schiller sighed and said: "Since this body is most likely killed by the Prowler, if the murderer can fly, then he should not be called the Prowler, but Iron Man."
Greed stopped talking. He was not a typical detective and had no interest in engaging in such reasoning.
He walked near the head of the corpse, but suddenly let out a exclamation. He pointed at the head of the corpse and said, "Look."
Everyone else looked where he pointed, and Schiller also went over to take a look, but didn't find anything special until he knelt down and looked at the top of the body.
There were obvious blood stains on the head of the corpse.
Of course, there is no place without blood in this form of the corpse, but the top of the head is in particularly miserable condition.
Because the upper body of the corpse was split in half from the middle, the scalp was naturally divided into two. However, the hair and scalp directly above the head were bruised and bloody, and some dirt was still vaguely visible between the flesh.
There are traces of dirt and pebbles.
A picture suddenly appeared in Schiller's mind.
"He was walking backwards."
Schiller said suddenly.
Schiller's reaction was too fast. When others had not formed a specific picture in their minds, everyone was shocked when he said this.
As mentioned before, the body was in the shape of an
My feet may not have stepped on snow.
But if this X shape is reversed, that is, the corpse uses the upper body that was split in half as legs to walk, it can be easily explained why there is no snow on the feet, but the scalp is badly worn.
Looking at the ferocious face of the deceased, everyone was a little silent. This so-called weirdness was more cruel than they imagined.
"Why do this?" Schiller whispered: "If he can control the movement of the human body, why doesn't he walk in a normal posture?"
Schiller thought again of the words he heard next to the corpse, lingering by the window as the heavy snow appeared, never stopping until death came.
He vaguely felt the connection between these sentences, but still could not fully understand it. Although it had not been long ago, Schiller had already begun to miss his talent.
"It seems that the first weird thing we have to deal with is him." The clown said gloomily: "There is another question, why is he here?"
Everyone looked at the body lying on the ground. This was indeed a good question. If this was not actually the scene of the first crime where the detective was killed, then why did something in his body control him to come here?
Is there anything special about this cabin?
"Let's explore separately." Batman from the main universe said, "But be careful that the walls have ears."
His eyes fell on Bruce and Nite Owl, obviously warning them not to say unnecessary words.
Although this cabin seems to be isolated from the world, there is no telling whether there will be other people in other rooms. If you say something irrelevant and make it difficult for them to gain trust in the future, it will be troublesome.
Several people began to search for clues in the living room.
There is very little furniture in the cabin, including carpets, sofas, lounge chairs, fireplaces, bookshelves, kerosene lamps, and nothing else.
Schiller checked the bookshelf emphatically. There were two books on the bookshelf. One was a guide to making fishing lures, and the other was an introduction to warships and weapons of the last century.
There are obvious signs of turning over the two books. The owner of this house may be a fisherman and a military fan.
There were two drawers under the bookshelf. Schiller opened the unlocked one. There was a candle inside. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.
Another drawer was locked, and Schiller didn't have the lock-picking skill, so he had to shout to see if anyone had activated this skill. Unexpectedly, Greedy actually activated it.
"I'll do it!" Greedy stepped over the corpse and began to use the unlocking skill. He threw a dice out and failed. He threw it again and still failed.
Schiller stood behind him, covering his forehead and sighing. He had no choice but to look for the key.
There was also a small cabinet on the lower right side of the bookshelf. Fortunately, this cabinet was not locked. Schiller opened it and saw a pile of debris inside. There was a broken hair dryer, a pile of plastic bags, and a box containing various rusty screws and screws.
Small box of strange parts, a bunch of buttons.
Schiller thought of the contents of the fishing bait making guide he had just read. He thought it might be materials collected by the owner of the house for making fake baits, and the hair dryer might be used to dry the glue.
No key was found here, and soon the night owl made a cry. He raised his hand and showed everyone the key he found under the carpet.
This is definitely not the key to the bookshelf drawer, because the size is different. It looks like it should be the key to open the kitchen door.
A group of people went to open the kitchen door, and Schiller continued to look for the key to the drawer. Finally, he found a small key behind the kerosene lamp.
With the key to unlock the door, there was no need to judge. He opened the drawer and found a diary inside.
"On the 16th, the weather was sunny and a little cold. There was a bit of chaos in the village. It seemed that someone's goats had gone missing. I was not very interested in these. I wanted to catch some fish while the creek was not frozen.
A big fish."
"What the hell. Normally there should be a lot of fish at this time. What happened today? I didn't catch any of them! Is it really because my skills have deteriorated?"
"On the 17th, the weather was cloudy and it felt like it was going to snow. The lost goat was found. I'm afraid it will soon turn into delicious mutton soup. If only I could have a bowl... But
Forget it, I know I'm ugly and they all hate me, so I'd better not cause trouble."
"On the 18th, Old Ogg came to see me. I don't know why he was so scared, but he was not afraid of me. His eyes were evasive and he wanted me to go to the village tomorrow. I didn't know whether I should or not.
It’s time to go there, but I didn’t catch any fish, so I always have to buy something to eat.”
"On the 19th, it snowed. I heard a very bad news. They said that a prowler came to our village. When I first heard the news, I was very shocked. How could this happen in such a remote place like ours?
Is there a visit from a demon?"
"On the 20th, it snowed harder and harder. People who drank mutton soup went crazy. I warned them, but they didn't listen to me. I should have gotten used to it. A person with a vicious appearance is not popular.
But the little girl is only 6 years old... I think I have to write a letter to my old friend and ask him to come and see..."
"On the 24th, I know I shouldn't have written that letter. It just added another innocent victim. Raven, if you see this diary, please remember that if you leave this village, there is no hope here.
Now, you can go to the church to ask for help, but you must leave here as soon as possible, you must be faster...faster than him."
The diary ends here. Schiller has already understood that this should be the reason why the body on the ground came here.
Contrary to what Shyler expected, the owner of the cabin is an ugly and lonely fisherman, or just a fishing enthusiast. Maybe because of his scary appearance, he lives in isolation and usually makes a living by fishing.
He noticed something unusual in the village on the 16th, but he didn't take it seriously and went fishing. But two days later, people from the village came to find him. He went to the village, but it didn't seem like he was there.
What can be changed.
A few days later, the situation seemed to have worsened, so he decided to ask his friend to come over for a visit. However, a few days later, he regretted asking his friend to come over because he felt that the situation had completely gotten out of control.
And the final outcome is that the owner of this diary is missing, and the detective he called over is lying here.
After reading all this, Schiller realized that the owner of the diary, that ugly, solitary weirdo, had most likely dealt with weirdness and successfully escaped death, and might even be a professional in this field.
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Otherwise, it cannot be explained why people from the village would come to look for him after an abnormality occurred, nor why he would think of writing a letter to ask his friends to come over after discovering an abnormality, because normal ordinary people should not know people in this field.
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This is getting more and more interesting, Schiller thought.