At this time, the man's position of the door had become more vague. Unless he carefully fumbled over, he couldn't be sure that he could find the door in the darkness.
The panic just now gradually stabilized with the passage of time, but the fear in my heart did not abate.
At this moment, the man remembered. The iron hammer he had placed on the metal table seemed to be not far above the table where he was hiding. His memory was a little vague. Maybe the hammer was on the top of his head.
It's no way to curl up here now. The place where I live is transformed from an abandoned sewer. The room has been forgotten, and no one will know this.
If you don't want to get out, no one will come to rescue yourself, and neither can the sheriff.
He listened carefully and could hear the sound of dripping from his left front position. This should be caused by the antiseptic flowing out, but the antiseptic was thicker, and the sound of dripping on the ground sounded heavy.
Except for this sound, he had already made the breathing sound as gentle as possible to the lowest level, and he couldn't even hear his breathing.
At this moment, apart from the dripping sound of the antiseptic, no more footsteps were heard.
The man slowly stretched out a part of his curled up body and maintained a squatting position. His back was no longer close to the wall, but moved forward silently, and his body protruded about a quarter from under the metal table. In the dark, I saw my right hand slowly stretched out.
He didn't grab it forward, but based on his feeling, he fumbled with his right hand on the metal tabletop above his head.
After returning just now, after he emptied the corpse and other debris in his back, the iron hammer was finally placed on the table, and then he began to prepare for embalming the corpse. At that time, it was not far away from the location of the hammer. .
If you are deliberately searching for it at this moment, you should be able to find it quickly.
For this man, that iron hammer is his greatest reliance on his life, because every time he commits a crime, he relies on this hammer. He only thinks that using a hammer to attack is what he is best at. It is not easy to use a knife. .
Of course, those tools such as bone cleavers are not in this direction, but there should be more than two meters away from here.
His right hand fumbled back and forth on the desktop, but he didn't touch anything. In the process, the man made no sound.
Although he was squatting at this moment, he was on tiptoe because he had to force his right hand to fully touch the tabletop, and he was trying to expand the scope of his groping as much as possible.
The sound of footsteps just didn't appear, and I don't know if the corpse that got up went back to the surgery to lie down, or lay directly on the ground somewhere.
At this moment, the man was groping and guessing that he had hollowed out the woman's body three months ago, but kept the skeleton intact, and then stuffed some cotton wool and other things to make the body softer.
If the corpse is to be transformed, why is it now? Instead of starting at that time
Three months have passed. If it weren't for the preservatives injected into the blood vessels and under the skin of the corpse, and the temperature here is colder, the corpse would have rotted long ago.
At this moment, he hoped that the woman moved suddenly because of the natural twitching of the body, not the worst result.
Of course, he knew that his wish was almost impossible to realize.
Not long after, his fingers touched something on the table, cold and hard, and he felt happy and grabbed it.
However, in the next second, the man shook his whole body and opened his mouth. He almost screamed. He quickly covered his mouth with his left hand and suffocated him abruptly.
He felt what he was holding. It was a cold, hard-skinned hand with long fingers and slightly pointed nails. It was the female corpse who had just gotten up.
The female corpse has been with him for too long, and the man remembers every part of his body clearly. He even knew that this hand was the female corpse’s left hand, and half of the ring finger nail was missing. That was when he was hammering and killing the woman. At times, women unconsciously resisted and grabbed their clothes.
The man felt like he was being poured down by a basin of cold water, and he was instantly cold from head to toe. He quickly let go of his hand and retracted under the table.
Slap... slap...
Two soles of feet were close to the ground, and there was a sound of walking where he was crouching, and the female corpse approached the metal table.
Although he couldn't see anything, the man could feel that the coldness was less than half a meter away from him.
His body began to shake like chaff again, and he did not dare to stay here again, like a big crab, under this metal table, moving slowly in the direction of the doorway in his memory.
He didn't need the most popular iron hammer either. If he had to find the iron hammer, he still didn't know whether he was still alive when he found it.
I just moved a distance of more than one metre. On one side of my body, where I just crouched, there was a soft sound of bones. This is a person squatting down, and the light response of the bones should be from the rubbing of the knees. .
Immediately, the man felt that someone was crawling along the path he had walked in that direction.
He was suddenly shocked, his hair standing upright, so scared that no matter whether he made a noise or not, he quickly crawled forward under the metal table, no longer in a horizontal posture, because that kind of movement would affect his speed.
The crawling sound behind him also began to increase, as if it was also speeding up.
The man was so scared that he didn't care about anything. Knowing that he had been found, he quickly rushed to the end of the metal table.
He knew that the door was located less than one meter from the end of the metal table in that direction. Although the specific location was uncertain, as long as the first one rushed to the door handle, he could open the door and rush out.
The crawling posture became savage, so that the man’s back was pushed under the metal table twice in succession, and the table was arched up, making the sound of metal crashing and falling to the ground. It was because the surgical instrument was partially knocked off .
"Oh~h~h~"
A strange voice came from behind, as if a person was breathing heavily, and as if it were a raging mockery.
The man rushed out from the end of the metal table. In the end, because he got up early, his head hit the corner of the table severely, and he buzzed suddenly, giving him the illusion of flaming gold stars.
The sound of rustling crawling behind him quickly approached.
The man didn't care about anything, too late to consider how far the other party was from him, quickly fumbled to the door, pressed the door handle, and with a sudden force, the door was opened.
At the moment the door was opened, a beam of light shone in, and at the same time his body was shaken, his waist was already hugged by a pair of hands stretching out from behind him.
The icy biting sensation hit his back from behind, making his body completely numb, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat, which was an unconscious tremor from extreme panic.
The man standing at the door seemed to be out of his control, and slowly retreated into the darkness of the room.
The door is still half open, but the light of the incandescent lamp outside can only shine about one meter away from the door.
The sole of a black-blue woman's foot without shoes, flashing under the light, can clearly see that the back of the foot seems to be cracked, revealing irregular scars and rough sutures.
…
At 6:40 in the morning, the sky was slightly white.
A sheriff's patrol car parked outside the garbage alley, and two sheriffs, a man and a woman, got out of the car.
The man has a sharp face and is in his early thirties. He walks vigorously. When he sees his arms swinging when he walks, he is a person who exercises regularly. The woman was 27 or 18 years old, with a petite figure, her long hair tied into a ball, and she was covered by the sheriff's hat on the top of her head.
In front of the big green-skinned garbage alley in the garbage alley, a gray-haired old scavenger was standing there, holding a dilapidated candy bar phone in his hand.
This phone is still the kind with buttons, the basic function is to make calls and send text messages, not a smart phone.
The male sheriff pointed to the old man scavenger and asked, "The police officer you just reported?"
The face of the old man scavenger was still a little panicked, and he kept nodding: "Yes, it was my call, Mr. Sheriff!"
"What's wrong?" The female sheriff's tone was softer.
The old scavenger stretched out his wrinkled, dry fingers, and pointed to a downward step next to the big trash can: "Ms. Sheriff, when I was packing waste paper shells here half an hour ago, there was an explosion under the steps. The sound is loud from time to time, it should come from the ditch."
The two sheriffs walked over and looked down, only to find that there was a small iron gate behind the big trash can.
And below the steps leading to the small iron gate was a small ditch full of filth. The ditch smelled so bad that it was even more stinky than the smell from the large trash can before.
Looking at the large amount of filth and some black waste water splashed out on both sides of the ditch, the male sheriff analyzed: "It may be that the gas stored in the inside encountered an open flame and suddenly exploded."
Then he looked back at the old man scavenger, "Are you smoking?"
The old man scavenger was taken aback and nodded.
"Did you throw cigarette butts in here?" The male sheriff pointed to the ditch.
The old man scavenger nodded again.
The female sheriff looked at him puzzledly: "Even if it explodes, as long as you are not hurt, what are you doing on the phone of the sheriff?"
The old man scavenger shook his head and pointed to the small iron door: "The door was blown up. It belongs to the public house. I have to pay for it."
The two sheriffs only noticed that under the small iron gate, a part of it had been slightly sunken in, and it had obviously collapsed after being impacted.
After all, the old man scavengers had taken out a wad of wrinkled money from the innermost pocket of his clothes, spit on his fingers, and counted the money one by one.
"You don't need to pay it." The male sheriff waved his hand in a good and funny manner.
"Wait." At this moment, the female sheriff suddenly bent slightly and looked in the direction of the small iron door. "There seems to be a light inside."
Because the small iron door was destroyed by the shock wave of the explosion, the doorway that was originally tightly closed had been slightly cracked at this moment, and you could see the inside of it when you stood outside.
If you bend down or squat down, you can see the lights are on inside.
The male sheriff walked over, walked down the steps to the small iron gate, squatted down and looked inside. Not only was the light on at the door, but there was also an incandescent light on at the corner of the aisle inside.
He tried to open the small iron door, but it didn't move, it was obviously locked.
"Is anyone inside? Open the door."
After waiting for a while, no one responded.
The male sheriff knocked hard on the door again, making a clanging sound.
At this moment, he saw the direction of the corner of the aisle in a daze. There seemed to be a shadow walking under the incandescent lamp. Although no one was seen, the passing shadow came into his eyes.
"Someone can't hide it on purpose?" A question arose in his heart.
"Who is in? Open the door, I see you."
Still no response.
The male sheriff squatted down again, stretched out his right hand, reached in through the crack of the small cracked iron door, then retracted, and said to his colleague, "Your arm is smaller. I felt a bolt inside. Pull the plug to open the door."
The female sheriff walked down the steps and squatted down in front of the small iron gate. She was petite and much more convenient than her colleagues.
Before reaching out to touch the plug, she first glanced inside, and then she was taken aback, as if she saw a figure passing by.
Try to open his eyes wide, take out the flashlight from his waist, turn it on and shine it inside, without seeing anything.
"Did you just see someone inside?" the sheriff asked the colleague next to her.
"It seems that I saw a shadow. There must be someone living in it, and deliberately not opening the door." The male sheriff nodded.
The female sheriff shone inside with a flashlight again, and then changed the flashlight to her other hand, and put her right hand in through the cracked gap.
"Go up a bit, right there, have you found it?" the male sheriff commanded.
The female sheriff quickly touched the door bolt, and there was a metal crash in the door. She nodded: "Well, it's open, you can push it."
The male sheriff pushed it, but there was no movement, and then pulled it again, and found that it was still locked.
"If you go to the side and touch again, is there another doorbolt?" he reminded.
The female sheriff had already stretched her hand out, and she stretched it out again when she heard the words. Not long after she said, "I touched it, there is one on it, but this one is not good enough."
"If it doesn't work, we'll just call..."
The male sheriff didn’t finish speaking, but when she saw the female sheriff’s expression changed, she was stunned, "There is a hand in it..."
At the same time as she spoke, she immediately took out her right hand, but there was a strong force behind the door, grabbing the female sheriff's arm and yanking it inside.
With a bang, the female sheriff's shoulders slammed against the iron gate, and half of her cheeks became red and swollen, blood overflowed from her mouth, and her consciousness was lost.
Upon seeing this, the male sheriff quickly grabbed her by the shoulder, but couldn't move it at all.
There was another bang, the male sheriff staggered forward by the power inside, and his forehead hit the iron gate.
At this time, the female sheriff had half of her body pulled into the gap of the iron gate, her body was bleeding like a puff, her head tilted outside, motionless, she didn't know if it was a coma or death.
The iron door is not thick, and the gap in the door is now wider and sunken inward.
The male sheriff was terrified. He took out his pistol, pressed it against one of the cracks in the door, and fired three shots in a row.
The force dragging the female sheriff suddenly loosened. Without the force to drag inward, he subconsciously grabbed the female sheriff's arm and quickly pulled it out, but the other party's body was stuck in the gap, and he didn't move at all.
The male sheriff immediately held a gun in one hand and turned on the intercom with the other.
"Request support, locate the 128 patrol car, request support..."
At this time, the old scavengers were already scared and fled, screaming in panic, ran out of the garbage alley, and fell to the ground after a few steps, got up and ran again.
The intercom side quickly replied: "It has been located. Patrol cars 113, 149, and 088 will arrive soon."
The male sheriff immediately added another sentence: "At the same time notify the special adjustment team, notify the special adjustment team!"
After the call was over, he obviously heard a series of "chuckling" sounds from a distance behind the door, as if a person was grinding his teeth.
"Go back, I warn you to go back!"
boom!
Fearing that the guy on the other side of the door would hurt his colleague again, the male sheriff once again pressed the muzzle against the gap and fired a shot inside.
Whether it can hit the target or not, at least this is a warning and a shock.
…
Ten:15 in the morning.
A taxi was parked on the side of the street about 100 meters away from the garbage alley. Neither Shen Xing nor Mou Ling got out of the car. They just sat in the car. The two looked at several police officers' cars parked at the entrance of the garbage alley. There is a black business car.
"Oh no." Mou Ling shrugged, "The black business car was specially commissioned by Qishan City. They have already arrived."
When the words fell, she turned her gaze to Shen Xing, who was sitting next to her, and asked, "Would you like to go there?"
Shen Xing pondered for a moment: "Go." (End of this chapter)