The car's exhaust pipe was spewing black smoke violently, and the wheels were turning faster and faster. Several cars carrying people from the Third Division of the Police Station quickly rushed to the crime scene.
Alia took out a non-filtered cigarette from the cigarette box and handed it to Dipper. When he didn't take it, she put the cigarette back into the cigarette box.
"It doesn't matter whether it's fast or not. The body is in rigor mortis and the guy who did it has already run away. This is the third time it's happened."
"Is it the same situation as before, only the brain is missing?"
"Well, I feel that this is different from the previous cultists. There is no sacrificial ceremony at the scene."
There was a trace of hatred in Dipper's eyes. "I don't care who they are. These damn bastards actually dared to attack us in our territory. When I catch them, I will teach them a lesson and then send them to the research institute as materials!"
"Squeak!" As the car tire left a black mark on the ground, Dipper rushed out of the car impatiently.
The crime scene was a theater. When Dipper lifted the yellow and white cordon and walked through the rows of seats with a group of people, he saw a man and a woman in the center of the two stages.
They were not wearing any clothes and it looked like they were doing some serious work before they died, and the place they chose was very good.
Several policemen were collecting evidence and two forensic doctors were examining the body. When they saw Dipper and others breaking in, they immediately stopped what they were doing.
"This matter is under the jurisdiction of the Third Department. You can leave!" As Alia took out a document with a seal, the police present left one after another.
"Whether it's useful or not, let's do it according to the old rules." Dipper said without raising his head as he looked at the autopsy report he snatched from the forensic doctor.
A middle-aged man with a livid face walked up to the corpse first, dug out the eyeballs and stuffed them directly into his mouth and started chewing.
Another hunchbacked old woman sat cross-legged next to another corpse, a cigarette lit up and blue smoke slowly surrounded the living and the dead.
The old woman's eyes suddenly rolled upwards, leaving only a hint of white in her eyes. Her whole body began to tremble as if she had been electrocuted, and she muttered unclear words.
Dipper looked up from the autopsy report and towards them.
He actually didn't know the background of these two people. They were found by Alia from prison, and he heard that they had a dirty past.
However, their abilities can save a lot of effort in handling cases.
Soon the burly man chewing the eyeball raised his head and said in a gruff voice: "They didn't see anything before they died. The last thing they saw was each other's faces."
The old woman at the side also stood up slowly. "It's the same here. Their souls also don't know the cause of their own death. I can feel that they are full of fear before they disappear. It seems that they were extremely frightened before they died."
Dipper put his hand on his chin as the three personalities quickly analyzed the current intelligence.
"Hmm... fear? Could it be that something from the sea has come to the island? That shouldn't be the case. Since Hope Island was founded, there has been no precedent of anything from the sea coming to the island. They seem to be afraid of the sun and don't want to get close to here."
After thinking for a while, Dipper walked to the corpse and carefully observed it. The corpse looked very peaceful when it died. If you only looked at the expression on its face, you would think it was asleep.
He was not afraid of whether the crime scene was disgusting or terrifying. The more disgusting and terrifying it was, the more clues would be left behind.
But now the matter is more difficult. There is nothing abnormal about the corpse from the outside, but the brain is missing.
Moreover, this is already the third incident, which means that the other party is a serial offender. If we are not stopped, he will obviously commit crimes quickly and panic will spread quickly on the island.
"This also represents a clue. At least we know that this thing eats brains. Maybe this guy doesn't have fingerprints or feet, but since he did it, there must be traces left now."
Dipper leaned down, put his whole head close to the corpse and smelled it carefully. 096 not only gave him two other personalities, but also gave him an extraordinary sense of smell.
Dipper sniffed slowly and watched closely, not missing any suspicious points. When he smelled the area near his ear, he found something wrong.
Shining the flashlight down, Dipper immediately knew how the brains of the two corpses disappeared. They seemed to have been sucked out of their ears.
"No, the smell of brain fluid is not this smell, this smell is something else!"
Dipper stood up and searched quickly in the semicircular theater. Soon he found a small door-shaped hole at the foot of a seat.
Dipper tapped his fingers on the wall and soon a brown rat crawled out.
Dipper looked at it and said, "Hey, when the two people here died, did you see anything?"
The mouse wagged its tail and tilted its head slightly at Dipper, looking at him in confusion.
It was obvious that mice did not watch plays very much, and they were certainly not there when the man and woman were doing their business.
Dipper was not surprised that there were no clues. He just asked casually. Finding mice was a more important issue.
Dipper dragged it with his hand and placed it next to the man's ear. "Smell it. Can you tell what it smells like? Go back and ask your friends to look for the same fishy smell in other parts of the island or in the sewers. As long as you can find it, I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."
The little mouse sniffed gently, stood up immediately, and quickly went back into the mouse hole.
Before long, more mice rushed out and quickly sniffed around the ear.
Seeing the rows of rats, Alia's face turned pale and she gently pulled Dipper's sleeve.
"Are you afraid of mice?" Dipper said in surprise.
Alia forced a smile, "It's okay." She gripped Dipper's sleeve tighter.
Not long after, the mouse came out again, holding a piece of green scale in its hand.
Dipper took a quick sniff and found that the scales did indeed have that special fishy smell.
He compared it with the fish scales on his own body and found that these conical scales were sharper and tighter.
"It looks like something has really come to the island." Dipper said, squinting at the scales in his hand.
"Little mouse, tell me quickly, where did this thing come from?" Dipper half-knelt down and said to the mouse.
Before long, the dock, which had been quiet due to the lack of transportation, became lively again. This time it was not because of the ships going out to sea, but because of those black police cars.
(End of this chapter)