The Grim Reaper Can’t Be Tricked

Chapter 183: Battle of the Apostles (4)

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Documentation records that the basement of the house was once the Inquisition, where trials and executions of heretics took place.

Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing entered the room. They stepped on it in advance. The owner of the house went out to the church at 6 o'clock and would not come back until 8 o'clock.

He quickly found the location of the entrance to the basement, just below the indoor flower pot in the center of the living room. When you peeled off the black cobblestone, you could see the wooden door underneath. Cen Jin pulled it open and saw the stairs that went deep into the dark basement.

"Unlocked, hidden in the most conspicuous and unnoticed place, the owner is a bit eccentric."

Entering the basement and going down two steps, Cen Jin's line of sight was suddenly level with a painting. The painting was lying on the ground, leaning against the wall. The whole body was black and red with mottled lines, but the general shape of the portrait could be seen.

The content is a long-haired woman wearing a white petticoat, with a long neck, wide eyes, and a disheveled dress that seems to have been torn. The style of painting is very strange, as if describing a murder scene.

Staring at the painting for a long time will produce a very uncomfortable feeling, as if the chaotic negative emotions in the painting can instantly turn into evil spirits screaming and rushing over.

Ding Yiqing followed Cen Jin's line of sight, saw the painting and said, "Bride painting."

"what?"

Ding Paiqing motioned for him to go down the steps first, then followed and said: "There is a class of paintings called 'Bride', as the name suggests, portraits created with the theme of 'Bride', which are divided into 'Happy Bride' and 'Crying Bride' There are two categories. The former is mainly bright, and the latter is sad, dark, and eerie.”

"Artwork that I don't understand." Cen Jin finished complaining, and turned to ask: "Do you know the meaning of the painting just now?"

"I can understand a little bit." Ding Baiqing said: "It should be a bride who was raped or sacrificed for love. The bride who was raped or betrayed by her lover and sacrificed her love near the wedding was the most popular creative theme in the category of 'Crying Bride' .

Just like when ghost stories and horror movies are created, they like to use women as inspiration. The creator believes that the happier the women who are approaching the wedding date, the more painful and resentful they can be obtained by breaking them. This kind of intense and complex emotion has contribute to their artistic creation. "

"Neuropathy."

"Art is often linked to mental illness."

The two came to the basement together. It was dark inside. Cen Jin used his mobile phone to illuminate the interior structure. There were walls on both sides of the stairs, and there was a kerosene lamp covered with spider silk. There was a wooden door frame at the exit below the stairs. A hanging rope hangs down from the frame, a bit like a medieval gallows.

Skip the sling and settle in the basement. The floor is full of messy cutting tools, buckets filled with paint, wooden picture frames and rubber water pipes. In front of it is a red transparent curtain that divides the basement in half.

Lifting the curtain, Cen Jin saw the oil paintings piled up in the room. The water was eerie. The same dark tones and chaotic lines were like carvings by a knife. .

The content of the paintings are all human women, and the style of painting is grotesque and terrifying. Against the background of dark lines, a woman with a wide mouth screams and screams, and a girl with an elongated neck burst into tears, with a lot of pills scattered around her mouth, and it is impossible to tell who she is. Want to eat or just spit it out, and a female doll in a red nightdress...

There are about 40 oil paintings, neatly arranged, cold and absurd, and full of resentment. If ordinary people are among them, they will either be scared to insanity or feel irritable and want to scream.

Even Cen Jin's mood was affected a little, which shows how unusual these oil paintings are.

He found a small bowl of sewage for washing oil paintbrushes in the basement, poured it on the oil painting that had not yet been mounted, and rubbed it hard, the rust-colored paint in his hands, put it in his nose and smelled it, a strong stench.

"The paint is mixed with blood. According to the artist's urine, there is a high probability that it is human blood." Cen Jin took two steps back, looked around the dozens of portraits of young girls in the room, frowned and said, "They are all so-called 'brides', it takes a lot of time. How much blood did you lose?"

The walls and floors of the basement are very dirty, and all kinds of gray and dark pigments are all over the floor. Even if human blood is spilled, it is difficult to distinguish. In addition, no human body or skeleton was found. Could it be that the owner of the house purchased human blood through formal channels

Ding Baiqing lifted the tarpaulin covering the paint bucket and greeted Cen Jin to go over: "There is a faucet here, and there are some parts of human tissue."

Cen Jin walked over and dug out a large number of hairs of different lengths, bloody teeth and nails in the cracks and corners of the wall near the faucet. It was roughly determined that this was the site of the dismemberment, leaving many traces.

He really didn't expect that a certain address of the Inquisition that he had chosen on a whim would be able to accidentally bump into the den of a perverted murderer.

"The information the witch gave us mentioned that the owner of the house is both a Catholic and a well-known painter. Obviously, he is also a perverted murderer who kills innocent women."

Cen Jin had a whim: "The painter goes to the church every day despite the wind and rain, earns a lot of money, but donates all the money to children, women's funds and church maintenance, and lives like an ascetic, then whether he is guilty or innocent in the eyes of God. Sin, does good and evil cancel each other out?"

"I don't know." Ding Baiqing knocked on the wall and said, "The back is empty."

Cen Jin raised his hand, his five fingers were slightly bent, the wall collapsed instantly, and the stones fell to the ground, revealing a narrow space of less than 7 square meters. A square platform of about 4 square meters was built at the base of the wall, and rectangular square platforms of 4 square meters were built on the left and right sides. .

Swiping down the spider silk in front of him, Cen Jin stepped into the secret room and suddenly dropped three mummified corpses. He was taken aback by surprise. Fortunately, he was used to all kinds of shocks, so he quickly calmed down and studied the three mummified corpses. .

From left to right are farmers, priests and nobles. The identity can be seen from their worn-out clothes. The priest's robes are almost turned to ashes, and there are silver crosses hanging on their chests.

The nobleman's mouth was wide open, causing tear marks in his lower jaw, and he was wearing a rather ornate pannier, with a black lump the size of a dinner plate hanging from his lower abdomen.

After careful identification, this 'dinner plate' was actually a placenta, which slipped down to the thigh, adhered firmly, and was integrated with the lower body and air-dried.

As for the farmer, his expression was calm, his hands and legs showed no signs of struggle, as if he was willing to die.

Then Cen Jin saw the scalded scars of the reverse cross on their arms, and the reverse cross opened in the Holy See at that time was no different from the sign of the devil, so these three people should be the heretics who were judged and executed. This narrow secret room It is the former site of the Inquisition.

Ding Baiqing searched three scrolls of parchment at three square platforms, opened them, and read them at a glance.

Cen Jin came over to take a cursory look, and found that he didn't understand at all, so he asked Ding Baiqing, "What did you write?"

"Judgment." Ding Paiqing pointed to the nobleman on the right: "The result of the trial was a witch, who was hanged after a lot of torture. The priest in the middle was once the lover of the noblewoman, and was considered to be in cahoots with the devil. The peasant on the right was considered to be the witch's. The soul clings to him during his escape and is hanged as well."

"Judgments should be for a reason."

"All three of them have an inverse cross scar on their arms. The maid saw it first, and then reported it, involving the other two."

"If it's really a witch, she won't be captured and slaughtered."

So it's another case of injustice.

Cen Jin raised his eyes and looked at the noblewoman on the right, and seemed to see the placenta between her legs moving. Thinking he was dazzled, he subconsciously raised his hand to hold his eyes and stared at the placenta. After about 60 seconds, the placenta moved again. a bit.

He walked towards the mummified corpse of the noblewoman, looked at the placenta carefully, stretched out his index finger at a distance of 3 centimeters from the placenta, and cut through the dried epidermis like a knife, revealing the tender red, pulsing flesh inside.

"It's actually a live placenta."

Live placenta means fresh placenta, which means that the placenta between the legs of the female nobleman still remains alive for many years after the death of the mummified body. How is this possible

"The umbilical cord is still attached to the placenta." Ding Baiqing said, pointing to the dirty skirt of the big skirt.

The dirty skirt was very similar to the other skirts of the large pannier, so it was mistaken for the umbilical cord attached to the placenta.

Cen Jin's pupils turned scarlet as he analyzed the trajectory of the umbilical cord, and found that it extended to the courtyard, remembered the location of the end of the umbilical cord, left the basement, went to the door of the house, and found the position corresponding to the end of the umbilical cord. Tired tomatoes.

"I said why did you pay attention to that plant when you came in?"

Ding Yiqing walked slowly to Cen Jin's side and heard him say these words: "The smell of blood is very strong, and the surface pollution is serious, but it has nothing to do with "The Witch's Hammer"."

Cen Jin stretched out his five fingers to manipulate the ground, the soil vibrated visibly to the naked eye, and the ground cracked every inch, revealing roots and plant stems that were much thicker than ordinary tomato rhizomes, as well as female corpses stacked on top of each other.

The female corpse at the bottom has been decomposed into white bones, the female corpse in the middle layer has gradually turned into a wet corpse due to the suitable temperature and humidity, and the female corpse on the uppermost layer has the appearance of a giant, with maggots rotting, but the facial contours are clearly discernible.

Cen Jin roughly scanned the basement's 'bridal painting' and saved a memory in his mind. At this moment, he easily retrieved it and compared it with the female corpse whose face had not yet rotted. Basically, he could find the female corpse corresponding to the portrait.

They were dismembered during their lifetimes, stitched roughly after they died, and they wore all kinds of wedding dresses, neatly stacked in a pile. I don’t know what happened in the middle that caused the female corpses to curl up their hands and feet, arch their backs, and their stomachs and faces turned inward.

Standing in front of the pit and staring at the female corpses, I saw that their belly was cut open, and a layer of fluffy membrane grew out of their abdomen, and the membrane fused with each other to form an oval meat ball with a diameter of about one meter.

The umbilical cord extending from the placenta in the basement to this place just pierced through the membrane of the transparent flesh, and plunged into the membrane of a grotesquely shaped creature.

Cen Jin jumped into the pit, suspended in mid-air, took out his sickle and carefully cut the membrane open, and looked at the creature inside closely: "Do you think the owner of the house knows that this thing is raised in his yard."

"It shouldn't be clear." Ding Yiqing placed his fingers crossed on his abdomen, his feet floated, away from the wet mud and dirty grass. "If a Catholic knew, he would choose to report it to the Holy See."

"Right."

The perverted thinking is difficult to understand. They can regard cruel torture as salvation, or they can save people without hesitation, and do charity for ten years. In such a bizarre situation, it is estimated that they will choose to dispose of the corpse first and then report to the Holy See. report.

Cen Jin's eyes have never left the strange creature in the flesh membrane, and finally figured out the taste, this thing looks a bit like some kind of ancient creature from another angle.

"Siren head?"

Carefully manipulate the amniotic fluid to make the monster turn its body to reveal its front. It is a miniature version of the siren head, and its whole body is less than half a meter long.

Was the siren head born like this

Cen Jin said he was surprised. He found a clean glass jar from the house, put all the little monster and amniotic fluid in the jar and hid it in a schoolbag, put it together with the weapon, and left the house on his back.

Take out the phone memo and mark Inquisition 1 with an 'x', indicating that the house is excluded from the possession of The Witch's Hammer.

The book imprisoned the dead souls of countless women, and the resentment pollution index was very high. On the other hand, the resentment in this house basically came from the slaughtered women and those paintings of blood brides, followed by the three mummified corpses in the former site of the Inquisition.

Determine the source of grievance pollution, check the target "Witch's Hammer", eliminate one target, Cen Jin is going to the next target, the former court is now an old building of a local primary school.

But before he went to the old building, there was one more thing to do.

Cen Jin first used his mobile phone to take pictures of the basement, the hair and nails on the ground, and the more than 40 female bodies buried in the courtyard, and then swaggered away.

Ding Yiqing accompanied him to the top of the tallest bell tower in the city, watching him stand on tiptoe and look out at the cathedral where mass was being held in the distance. He asked for a sniper rifle with excellent performance from Cao Wenning and started aiming.

Looking for a moment in the crowd, Cen Jin finally found a middle-aged man who entered the cathedral and was among the priests. He narrowed his left eye: "I found it."

Then he said to Ding Yiqing, "Is your previous live broadcast account still there?"

Ding Baiqing raised his eyes and seemed to guess what Cen Jin wanted to do, so he smiled and said, "Yes."

"Open, log in."

"It's all done."

Cen Jin looked back and saw that Ding Baiqing was already carrying a familiar camera, he muttered that he was fast enough, and then responded: "Don't let me in, or my hair will be dyed white."

Ding Paiqing smiled and said he knew.

Cen Jin motioned for him to come over and said beside the camera, "Just in case, I speak, you translate."

Ding Baiqing: "Okay."

Cen Jin: "Vincent Mark, a German painter, a well-known philanthropist, an honorary member of the World Environmental Protection Agency and the World Animal Protection, a devout Catholic, has a regular Mass every Sunday, goes to the church every day to reflect, repent, and listen to the music of the Lord. , donate a fixed monthly donation... A well-deserved good and smart person, even if he is included in a population of 7 billion, he is still a very good human being."

Ding Yiqing translated them one by one, with a slightly lazy tone, which was close to Cen Jin's ears, which was particularly pleasant.

Cen Jin's back was a little itchy, but his gun-wielding hand and voice were steady: "Now, I will try him for murder and execute him by shooting."

After he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger, and after the sound was silenced, there would still be a slight 'bang' sound, like opening a bottle of champagne at a banquet, breaking the air, flying through the buildings on both sides, piercing the stained glass windows, and submerging in preparation for acceptance. Temple of the painter of the Mass.

The sudden shooting and death quickly plunged the cathedral into chaos. The exorcists quickly ran out to maintain order and search for the murderer. Cen Jin put away his sniper rifle and left quickly.

Ding Yiqing closed the lens cover and put it away, jumped between the rooftops in parallel with Cen Jin, and quickly left the accident center.

"Need to see the audience reaction?"

"Need not."

Cen Jin took out the map to find the next marked location, and came to the primary school transformed by the Inquisition. The old building was full of vines. There was a fountain in the center of the huge courtyard. In the center of the pool, two angel dolls were holding bottles and pouring water.

Entering the old building across the pool, the building is dark and dead. There are classrooms on both sides of the inner corridor. The building structure is quite closed. People walking in it can hear the sound no matter how light their footsteps are.

Ding Baiqing: "St. Mary's Primary School, formerly the Inquisition, was a nursery before being transformed into a primary school, but it was closed due to the case of the Virgin Eating Babies. Decades later, it was renovated into a primary school, and three people disappeared one after another at the beginning of the year. Children, after the Holy See inspection, the possibility of evil spirits is ruled out."

"Is it a human? Have you caught the murderer?"

"No, there is one unsolved case, and the school will be closed. Because the venue is convenient for children in the nearby community to go to school, the school will reopen after protests, and there will be more cameras and patrolling security guards."

Walking through the corridor full of celebrity photos, Cen Jin suddenly stopped, looked back at the photos and portraits taken in different eras, and wrote down all the names and birth and death years in the lower right corner.

Most of the portraits come from court priests and nuns in the Middle Ages, and the black-and-white photos are of several generations of nursery directors. The last one was a beautiful and gentle middle-aged woman in the 1960s.

The three photo frames at the end are the principal of the primary school, a middle-aged man, a gray-haired woman, and the latest principal, a middle-aged woman with bright eyes and elegant temperament.

Cen Jin took the black-and-white photo of the last director of the Nursery Home, put it next to the photo of the current headmaster, and said, "The two are very similar."

"The data says that they are related to grandchildren." After a pause, Ding Baiqing said warmly: "Different makeup and temperament distinguish the two, but the direction of the facial bones is exactly the same."

Ding Paiqing would not say this for no reason. Cen Jin flashed this thought in his mind, and then carefully observed the facial contours and facial features of the two photos. The makeup and temperament have a huge impact on a person.

The former is gentle like a mother who handles housework, while the latter is like a woman galloping in the workplace, with sharp eyes and more aggressive makeup, but as long as you carefully observe, you can find the aggressiveness of the former hidden under the gentle gaze.

In addition, different hairstyles also conceal the comparison of head shapes, but the arcs of the shoulders and neck are quite similar, but unfortunately the pixels are not clear, so it is impossible to find moles or birthmarks with more obvious contrast.

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I’m hungry and sleepy, so I’ll update a chapter first. In the next chapter, I want to finish “The Witch’s Hammer” directly, so it’s very likely that I’ll update later, don’t wait.

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