The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2568: Xiao Xiao Down (Fifty-two)

Martin paused.

He subconsciously reached for his lower back and felt a little relieved when he touched the hard metal shell of the weapon.

"Get a knife and follow me." Schiller glanced towards the kitchen and turned to leave.

Martin took a deep breath, and when he squatted down and put the box of the statue on the ground at the door, he saw with the help of the reflection of the floor that Schiller took out a box from the kitchen cupboard with a medical logo on the front of the box.

A strong instinct urged Martin to run away, but more resolute reason made him walk towards the kitchen with a relatively steady pace.

He picked up a sharp steak knife. The serrated tip of the knife gleamed coldly. The light of the setting sun shone into the room, turning every reflective object into a brilliant golden color.

The breeze was blowing gently and the air was warm. This cozy night, which should have been a time for reading books and newspapers in the restaurant or on the porch, chatting on the phone with family and friends, and watching the sun disappear at the end of the glittering and golden skyline, was suddenly coated with a layer of bloody horror by this overly enchanting sunset.

Martin opened the back door of the house.

Schiller put on a plastic raincoat. In front of him lay a naked body with a tattoo pattern on its back that Martin was very familiar with.

He clenched his steak knife.

It was already late, and Gordon had finally dealt with most of the troubles that Clay had caused during his tenure as acting director. Now only the biggest ones were left.

To resolve those important complaints, he had to talk to the parties involved, but it was too late now to make a phone call. Gordon packed up the documents and prepared to leave the police station.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Gordon immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at the door with a frown.

Soon, a capable female police officer opened the door and said to Gordon with a serious expression, "Something happened in the East District. Two Mexican groups had a large-scale fight at the East District Second-Hand Market. There were looting and arson incidents. The police station received more than 20 reports from nearby residents."

"Go drive!" Gordon immediately picked up the coat beside him and put it on, then hung up his pistol, and walked out quickly while saying, "Immediately send someone to seal off the area, evacuate the citizens, and go to the armed forces to dispatch helicopters and armed trucks!"

"Invite reporters from the Gotham Daily and several other major news media to come over, have them film outside the third-level cordon, issue a Level 2 regional armed conflict warning, have Bullock notify all businesses involved to close for a day, and tell market investors that we will hold a public hearing later..."

"Officer Bullock was sent out by you." The female police officer quickly followed Gordon down the stairs and said, "This afternoon, he and Officer Clay drove a police car and I don't know where they went."

"Which direction?" Gordon asked, turning back.

"West End."

A police car stopped in the bleak darkness.

The night here is even darker, like a black hole that has never been illuminated by light. Many houses around are being demolished, and all kinds of construction machinery look more like indescribable mechanical monsters at night, with bared fangs and claws and strange shapes.

The dust on the road was often picked up by the cool night breeze, swirling past the dark gate. The spire of the ancient Gothic manor was set off by the bright night sky like an arrow shot from a bow, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

The gate of the manor was opened a crack, and a dim light came through from inside. A hint of blood wafted out from the crack, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a faint human voice.

Bullock is bandaging Clay's injured left leg.

This afternoon, Bullock followed Gordon's instructions and followed Clay, and Clay got an address from somewhere and drove all the way to a manor in the West District.

On the doorpost of the manor's black gate was hung a dark copper nameplate with the manor owner's surname - "Rodriguez" - written in cursive English.

Brock did not dissuade Clay with righteous words, which indirectly led to the situation they are facing now. Brock lost his pistol and his arm was cut. Clay's ankle was completely pierced and was bleeding profusely.

After arriving at the gate of the manor, Clay climbed in without much effort, followed closely by Brock. Out of his duty as a policeman, he reminded Clay that trespassing was illegal.

Clay looked unconcerned as he strode towards the front door, where he ran into their first problem of the day - the door wouldn't open.

Ordinary manor doors are not equipped with electronic locks, and physical anti-theft measures are still used. Most of them are huge locks that will make ordinary thieves give up at first glance.

Clay brought professional demolition tools and was not afraid of any physical anti-theft measures, but unfortunately he did not find the lock.

The entire door is seamlessly integrated, with no locks, no anti-theft measures, and not even a handle to pull.

Clay didn't believe it at first, but after a comprehensive inspection, he had to admit that the door was probably opened by some kind of remote control device.

Since there is a remote control, there must be a switch, but after searching the entire front of the manor, no trace of the switch was found.

Unable to enter through the door, Clay planned to enter through the window, breaking the glass would be faster. Brock did not express any opinion on this, but only reminded Clay that if he damaged the property in the manor, it would be considered a robbery.

Clay decided to do it anyway.

He got a folding ladder from the car, climbed up to the window and smashed the glass, but found that the window was nailed shut from the inside and there was a layer of metal plate inside, so smashing the glass alone was of no use.

Brock discovered that the metal plate had dark patterns. The pattern was a bit strange, like distorted Latin letters. It was somewhat similar to the pattern on the gate, but different. But at this time, Clay had already planned to go through the chimney.

Since these manors do not have modern heating facilities, most of them will have a large fireplace and a large chimney. Clay went around to the backyard, climbed up a big tree very close to the house, and then climbed up to the roof along the outer wall.

It was very dark inside the chimney passage. Clay threw a flare down and found that the passage was open and not blocked, so he jumped down with confidence.

But who knew that when it reached the middle part, the flue suddenly tightened, and Clay was stuck, so he had to call for Brock for help.

Brock struggled to pull him up, but Clay's clothes were already rubbed black, and his face and arms were also covered with black coal dust.

Clay knew how embarrassed he was at the moment, and he hammered hard on the chimney. Brock felt that there was something wrong with the echo.

Clay found another sewage channel, but the opening was too small and he couldn't get in at all. However, the Gotham Police Department already had modern combat equipment at this time, so Clay sent a remote-controlled reconnaissance vehicle into the sewage channel.

The reconnaissance vehicle successfully entered the manor. Through the night vision goggles, Clay could see that the interior of the manor was beautifully decorated, but it was pitch black at this time.

Even though the car went around the inside of the gate, there was still no switch to be seen. All the windows were sealed, and there was no passage for people to enter or exit.

But Clay found a door next to the tool shed near the back garden, which might lead to the basement.

Clay thought that the basement couldn't have only one door, and the other door should be in the tool room in the front yard or the back yard. Brock wanted to say that he didn't see any traces of locks and door handles on the basement door of the manor. On the contrary, there was still that strange pattern, but Clay had already rushed to the tool room in a hurry.

There was indeed a tool room on the side of the yard, and there was indeed a door in the tool room. There was a padlock on the door, and Clay cut the lock off in no time with hydraulic shears.

Brock was still reminding him of the fallen padlock. The marks left by the hydraulic shears and the fingerprints on them would be perfect evidence of the accusation, but Clay had already walked down the stairs inside the door.

Brock didn't intend to go down with him, but less than 30 seconds later, a scream was heard in the basement.

When Brock went down, he only saw an old-fashioned nail gun and Clay's ankle that was nailed through. He looked around and picked up a curled fishing line in the corner of the wall, which was obviously torn after being stretched tight.

"This damn murderer!" Clay cursed through gritted teeth, "He set a trap in his own house!!"

Brock wanted very much to say that if there was a trap here, it meant he might have expected you to come, but Clay cursed so loudly that it completely drowned out Brock's whisper.

Brock wanted to help Clay up, but at this moment he heard movement on the stairs above his head. He looked back and saw countless black tentacles pouring in from the stairwell.

The two men screamed at the same time, and Brock dragged Clay to the other end of the corridor. When they ran to another door, Brock couldn't find any door lock or handle, so he could only start banging on the door with his body.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
After several knocks, they finally broke the door open. The two men fell to the ground one after the other. Brock screamed while covering his arm that was scratched by the door fragments.

They finally entered the manor, but this was just the beginning. All the cabinets here had no locks and no handles. It looked like the switches were opened by remote control, but the switches could not be found at all.

Brock found it hard to imagine how the butler in this manor worked. Did he have a remote control that could open all the doors and cabinets?

Clay obviously thought so too, and his goal became to find the remote control.

But before that he had to bandage his wound first. Fortunately, they brought simple medical supplies when they came in. Clay asked Bullock to bandage his ankle.

Brock looked at the iodine and bandage in his hand, and then looked at Clay's ankle that was pierced by a nail. He really wanted to say that if such a deep penetrating wound was only bandaged with a bandage, Clay would most likely become the first policeman in the police station to die of tetanus.

But he said nothing. Just like in the movies, he disinfected the wound with iodine and then wrapped it with a bandage, giving it a consolation prize.

After the bandage was completed, Clay did not even have time to rest. He rushed into the manor like a greedy starving ghost, as if he was eager to find something here.

He began to focus on checking the kitchen, warehouse, and tool room, using the instruments in his hand to scan everything that he thought might be a weapon, trying to find traces of blood.

He destroyed door after door, piled up all the carpets, and began scanning and checking repeatedly, taking photos of all his work.

"I will definitely find him... This damn murderer must have committed countless serious crimes here..."

Brock, who was standing in the front hall, treated his wounds and groped for the switch of the chandelier in the front hall in the moonlight.

The moment the light turned on, he saw a tall, thin, dark figure standing at the back door.

With a snap, the lights went out.