"Blind, you bastard. Where did you get these parts, they feel so real."
"What part? They are fly traps. I bought them at the hardware store."
"No, it's my corpse. They feel so real."
When she said these things, I knew that the thing I feared most had already happened.
Triston Greer is back.
My autonomous nervous system starts to function, and my body cannot decide whether to fight or flee. So I stood still, like a small deer illuminated by car lights. No, wait, Alex put the damn spotlight in my eyes again.
She said, "Oh, sorry," and ran into the house.
I turned on the phone and dialed Caitlin. She picked up the third ringtone, "This is better news."
Caitlin should ask, "Where?" The only reason I would call at 11:0 on Monday night is to report a murder or to have fun in the middle of the night. "Where?" Both aspects were considered. I cleared my throat and said, "My house." She was silent, the reality pierced her skin. When it entered the bone marrow, she asked: "Are you there?"
"No, I will be there in 0 minutes."
She didn't ask where I was. If she did, I would say it was a dentist. Fortunately, this is not the time to ask questions or be funny.
Caitlin said bluntly, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
I closed the phone and found myself passing through Alex's house unknowingly and approaching her front door. Alex has escaped, I hope she can understand my departure, don't say so long, goodbye, goodbye, miss me miss me now you have to kiss me.
I drove into a Land Rover Range Rover, inserted the key into the ignition, drove the car into the driveway, slammed on the accelerator, and then slammed on the brakes. Toums was almost paralyzed in the process. Alex opened the hood with both hands and opened the door of the co-pilot. She said: "I will go with you."
Oh no, someone must have broken into the Lighthouse Museum.
I ran the next three miles in record time, led the traffic light parade through some dangerous bends, and slowed down when I reached the street where I was. It's one thing to run over a hitchhiker on the highway. It's another to run over the curfew and marijuana teenager in the neighbor. I found my entrance and stopped behind Caitlin's red road car. I jumped out of the car and immediately heard someone shouting: "Kneel down! Raise your hands!"
Others shouted: "Go away, I live here!"
Some people don't like other people's answers. The next thing others know is that their faces are buried in leaves and their arms are twisted behind their backs. Some people tried to reason with them, but it was difficult for them to understand that there was a corpse with a mouth full of mud, leaves, and maggots in someone else's house.
A woman’s voice rang, "If you don’t get off that man right away, you will be fined for the rest of your life."
Caitlin. Lovely, lovely Caitlin.
I thanked my lucky star and the cuff flew away. Caitlin was wearing a pair of deep khaki pants and a thin Bangor Jǐng Chaju coat, with the words "Forensic" printed on the left breast pocket. Alex was by her side, and both of them brushed a few leaves from my chest.
I asked: "Where is **?"
Caitlin leaned her head towards the house. "Connor called and said that the two of them were looking for Baxter in the back."
I'm not sure if I should introduce Alex and Caitlin, honestly, I don't care if they met. I started to trot home and shouted on my shoulder: "How long have you been here?"
"I must have stopped in front of you. I was on the way upstairs, and Alex grabbed my shirt and said that you were arrested."
Alex? Are these two people by their first names? Am i missing something? I stored this information in a folder marked with the relationship in my cerebral cortex, and said: "So you haven't seen this corpse yet?"
"No." Caitlin's emotions did not convey a body that could be seen.
The front door was open, and the three of us filed past and headed for the stairs. Halfway through, I turned and walked to the rear deck. Bodies rarely appear at crime scenes. In addition, I need to see with my own eyes that Lacey is safe.
Caitlin and Alex followed me to the beach. Lacey and Connor could be seen in the moonlight thirty yards away, and they both called Baxter's name in the loudest voice. Lacey heard us approaching and ran in my direction. She was wearing a yellow pajamas with a snoring teddy bear in it. Let's put it this way, if the blood that soaked Lacey's pajamas was hers, she would have lost a quart and a half in her pajamas.
Caitlin swallowed hard, and under the soft moonlight, her Adam's apple looked like a Adam's apple. She said, "I'm sorry, Thomas. I should believe you."
Regarding the possibility of a corpse, Lacey did not seem to be overly sad, but the thought of Baxter's disappearance was clearly seen in the tears that ran down her face. This may be one of the few cases in which blindness pays off.
I yelled to Connor 30 yards from the beach, "Have you been there?"
He walked slowly along the beach towards our group. "No. Lacey was going crazy when I got here, and I've been looking for that little bastard ever since. For the sake of God, she wouldn't even let me wash the blood off her hands."
I looked back and saw Caitlin yelling at the phone. That's it, put on the apology car. Please line up.
Lacey wanted me to help find the pug, and I told her that I would be very willing to help as long as I took a look at her room. I walked back to the house. Caitlin and Alex followed me closely, and Connor apparently had to take care of the dog for the time being. The three of us walked through the house and walked up the carpet-style stairs. I was only two steps away from the top of the mountain, when I heard Alex's slender voice: "Go up the stairs, there is no blood."
I turned around and saw Alex talking to the small metal object. Earlier, I was worried and didn't notice that the enemy had entered the castle. Not even allowed, escort. I snatched the tape recorder from her abruptly, pressed the "stop" button, and watched the tape stop. "I can't let you go up, Alex, I don't know what I'm thinking, even let you come here tonight."
I kept looking at Alex until I couldn't see her, and put the tape recorder in my pocket. Caitlin and I continued down the stairs into the hall. My heart was pounding, and before the final step towards destruction, I blinked with dry eyes.
I opened the door cautiously, and in the dim darkness, the branches and leaves of the oak tree gently returned to the sound of the door. I took a deep breath, sucking every inch of the room through my nostrils. My sister is a tidy person, and the room is usually filled with detergent and ginger potpourri. Tonight it has a bloody spicy taste, like biting a penny. I turned on the light and focused my eyes on the bloody stump on the white duvet.
Caitlin and I looked at each other in disgust. This is real.
I walked to the bed and saw our fugitive lying in the middle of the massacre. Cancel the search team. I tore a seven-pound scar from the massacre. Baxter woke up, barked three times in a row, and acted like his best watchdog.
Yes, buddy. But where were you when it happened
I wrapped Baxter in an old t-shirt and walked into the hall, Alex leaned back at the top of the stairs, listening hard. I handed her the blood clotted pug with sleep disturbance and said, "Maybe you can help Lacey take a bath for this guy."
Alex picked up the pug, wrinkled his nose, and asked, "Is it bad?"
"Yes."
Feeling that her details had reached this level, she stepped down the steps, treating Baxter as a can of plutonium.
I walked back to the room and joined the big bed next to Caitlin. I made a quick list of body parts and came up with 1 different body part. Then assembling these parts in my mind, I came up with a compact, well-shaped woman, who is 5 feet 6 inches to 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs between 10 and 10 pounds. The woman was placed head down in the upper left corner of the bed, her dirty blond hair hanging down on her soft red scalp. Caitlin and I met, and she asked, "Do you want me to do this?"
Yes. "No."
I slowly turned the woman's head around and put it on the fuck. It's like waiting for a carousel with a sniper to return to the spot. The face was almost unrecognizable, and it was stained red with blood. Her nose is flat, her eye sockets are swollen, her eyes are sunken, her left cheekbone protrudes, and her mouth is open. I staggered back two steps, supporting myself with Lacey's worn dressing table, and air was sucked out of my lungs, as if I had been sucked into a vacuum.
Caitlin asked: "Who is she?"
It took me a few seconds to fight back against the salmon swimming upstream. I gritted my teeth and said, "Jennifer Peppers. I was engaged to her a few years ago."
I shook my head, eyes falling on the wall opposite Lacey's bed. It took me a few seconds to realize what I was seeing. Or, to be more precise, what is looking at me.
Caitlin followed my gaze, panting and saying, "Damn it. Are those her eyes?"
I took two steps towards the lifeless hollow eyeballs protruding from the Lacey wall.
I assume that most of you have never seen an eyeball, when it is lying in the eye socket unquietly. The shape of the human eye is oval, with all the lines hanging behind. To be honest, they look like little squids. Through each eye, a nail has been expertly penetrated the pupil, hitting the optic nerve and his relatives outward like the rays of the sun. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)