It was an indescribable feeling, as if you could clearly feel that some horrible monster had just left here, and the remaining madness and hideous corpse were destroying everyone's nerves.
Press first froze in place, then his stomach began to churn. Unable to suppress the feeling, he bent over and retched in pain, his face horrible, as if something was grabbing his internal organs and trying to crawl out of his body.
Lorenzo helped him up and walked him out the door, then he strode in with a serious look on his face.
Everything in the room was covered in bright red blood, as if it had been through a storm. All the furniture in the room was messed up and stained with blood. It was hard to imagine that the blood was coming from a victim, and it was not the kind of blood that would splash out from a wound when being slashed.
Lorenzo walked over the blood towards the house. The white sheets had been completely stained red. The twisted corpse lay in a shallow pool of blood. The entire body was completely torn apart, from the throat to the abdomen. The ribs were broken and the entire internal organs were hollowed out. The death was extremely tragic.
The victim's appearance was unrecognizable. Her eye sockets were sunken, her eyes had shattered into a pool of blood, and her mouth was wide open, as if she was screaming in pain until the last moment of her life.
"Can you tell anything?"
Press came from behind with a pale face. As a senior detective, his discomfort just now seemed very unprofessional.
"A complete massacre, not for money, just for torture."
Lorenzo looked around the room, and everywhere was covered in the scarlet color of blood.
"The murderer deliberately dyed these red with blood, and look at the sheets."
Lorenzo pointed at the woman's hands. She was tightly gripping the bed sheet. Lorenzo tried to pry her palms open, but found that his nails had sunk into her flesh. It was hard to imagine how much pain she was in.
"She was tortured to death, not killed and then murdered. She was in agony, clutching the bed sheet, begging and wailing until she died."
Even Lorenzo felt a little uncomfortable at this moment, wondering what the murderer was thinking when he did these things.
Everything was so silent that the ticking of the clock seemed especially loud, but the sound began to slow down, and continued to slow down until it came to a stop. Along with it came a stop in the concept of time, and then all the light disappeared. In the endless darkness, only Lorenzo and the blood-red room were left.
“It’s really tragic.”
The woman stood in front of the dead body, gently stroking the trembling flesh and blood, and chuckled.
"Why, Lorenzo, you really look like a serious detective. You even changed your name to Holmes."
Lorenzo had a stern face. At this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of foreboding. He tried to activate the secret blood, but there was only silence.
"It seems that my connection with darkness has deepened again. I can have clairvoyance even without taking the herbs."
Lorenzo regretted not bringing the spiked sword with him. He never thought that he would see a woman again in such a situation.
"No, to be precise, there are cracks in my restraints. The gap is big enough that I can crawl out and breathe some fresh air with just some effort."