"This place looks like a slaughterhouse, well, the meat is just not very fresh."
Walking across the slope in front of the door where corpses were flowing, Su Ming knew how many corpses were inside without even entering the house. He looked at the occasional pedestrians walking by not far away. These people seemed to have no reaction to the outside world.
He walked by with a smile on his face, so he continued:
"The last time I smelled anything like this was in a World War II field hospital. Let me guess, there were 72 corpses in the room, right?"
"I don't know, I don't know how to count." Diana scratched her hair a little anxiously, her long black wavy hair shaking at her fingertips: "But I don't understand what use the corpse is to us? We are here to find Dr. Manhattan.
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"Of course it is useful. The information on the Internet now says that the Justice League has been destroyed and the Legion of Destruction later died, but this does not mean that the current human society is without order."
Su Ming walked toward the open door and pointed at the smiling pedestrians in the alley:
"Being brainwashed and hypnotized is also a kind of order, which means that behind all these appearances, there must be a controller who can speak his mind. There are so many corpses here, and you will know that they died unexpectedly when you smell them. So who killed them? Is it this
Is the creator of order removing impurities? Or is there someone who has not fallen into this hypnosis of all mankind and is resisting through killing?"
Why can you smell that someone else died unexpectedly? The reason is actually very simple, because if a normal person dies of old age or illness, his internal organs will not flow out.
In the current smell, the smell of blood is mixed with the smell of internal organs, such as those in the digestive tract, so experienced people will know it as soon as they smell it.
"Then what?" Diana followed into the house. This time because of her boyfriend's explanation, she paid special attention to the body, but she didn't see anything.
Su Ming did not answer immediately, but went to the pile of corpses to check. These corpses had varying degrees of decay, giving the impression that they were like perverted serial killers, killing one today and one tomorrow, accumulating little by little.
At the bottom of the corpse pile, the deceased had basically turned into bones. In a dry room temperature environment, it would take at least half a year to reach this level.
The corpse on the top was very fresh, and the incisions at the disembowelment locations were light pink, indicating that the blood had not dried yet.
At the beginning, the murderer's methods were not yet established and the killing frequency was not high.
But now the frequency is increasing. Maybe it started with killing one person every two weeks, then gradually developed to one a week, one every three days, and now one a day.
This man has lost control and is completely addicted to the desire to kill.
"You are so brave to change clothes here. Maybe the murderer is peeping nearby." Su Ming withdrew his gaze, lit a cigarette and smoked. He saw a somewhat familiar technique on these corpses.
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This technique seems to come from the butcher industry, which is to first cut open the carotid artery of the prey to bleed it, and then use a sharp blade to cut out the internal organs.
Under normal circumstances, the guy who kills people using this method is basically a mental patient, because normal people will not slaughter their own kind like pigs and sheep. Even Su Ming himself will not do such useless things when killing people.
A step of.
"If he really dares to peek, let him try my sword." Diana patted her weapon. She was not afraid at all: "But you haven't said it yet. Did you find out? It couldn't be the intention.
How about playing a crime-solving game in this non-existent 'future'?"
At this point, she was a little speechless, because Batman, Bobo, and Deathstroke wanted to solve the case when they saw it, and they seemed to be secretly competing.
Women really don't understand the game between big boys.
"Of course not. It seems now that all the superheroes may be dead, but there should be some super villains still alive." Su Ming nodded. He stretched out his hand to activate the force and sorted out the hill of corpses in the corner.
, so that they can't see any signs of being turned over: "This is a good thing. As long as we can find an acquaintance, we may be able to find out some secret information that is not available on the Internet."
The historical records and gossip on the Internet have been checked continuously, and the terminal has been controlled according to the host's wishes. But after all, it is public information, and it is all things that are put on the surface, and the depth and breadth are very limited.
For example, you can find on the Internet that the Justice League was destroyed, and then the world was controlled by Perpetua. However, about half a year later, the Mother of Diversity and her entire Legion of Destruction disappeared.
For decades after that, there was almost no news about people with superpowers, and it was like the world was back on track with no more superpowers.
But this ordinary world has become what it is now, with everyone smiling as if they have been brainwashed. Do you believe that there is no intervention behind the scenes?
Without the assistance of the adjutant's network capabilities, and there were no professional hackers among the personnel present, the detectives had to rely on interviews and investigations.
"So we have to wait here." Harley covered her nose and breathed slowly through her mouth: "This is the collection cabinet of a perverted murderer. It seems that he kills one person every day and sends it here. Today he
We've been here before, so we just have to wait here for tomorrow's share."
She missed her cat a little. These corpses were all cat food, but it was a pity that they were not used here. Most of them had gone bad and expired, which made her feel sad.
"It's already late at night." Kara touched her personal terminal. She already liked the high-tech life in the future, except for the ubiquitous advertisements: "Maybe we just need to wait a few hours."
She looked at the corpses as if they were looking at furniture, without any emotion. When she spoke, she seemed to be looking for a place to sit down and rest. I really don’t know what Harley also instilled in her while treating her.
Strange thoughts.
It looked like some kind of hypnosis, making her numb to killing and death.
How should I put it? Although Su Ming wanted to make Super Girl more useful and easier to use, Little Sugar Bean seemed to have misunderstood it, and it was a bit too much.
"Well, anyway, in different time streams, the relative time flow speed is definitely different. If it really doesn't work, we can still adjust it when we go back, so we have plenty of time now." Su Ming first closed the door with his backhand, and then looked at the house.
Due to the environment inside, we decided to set up camp here.
This building should be an abandoned roadside store that was probably squeezed out by big capital companies. In the future New York where there are many high-rise buildings, this two-story building is completely surrounded and cannot see the light of day.
Of course, it doesn't matter. The key is that it has a small warehouse behind the store, which happens to be relatively clean. Everyone can have a relatively good environment for eating hot pot tonight.