The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2570: Xiao Xiao Down (Fifty-four)

"Huh, it's finally done." The female police officer swung her ponytail back and said into the intercom, "According to the negotiation expert, the party on the west side is willing to make concessions, but the premise is that the party on the east side must pay for the burial. It's all old news."

The tall police officer leaning against the police car put away his leg that was slanted beside him, stood up straight, adjusted his collar, and said into the intercom: "Let them carry the body out first, and then both parties will withdraw from both sides, and then find two or three troublemakers and throw them out."

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy. One of the parties is from outside the city. It's too difficult for them to scapegoat the crime." The female police officer's intermittent voice came from the intercom. "They don't understand the rules of Gotham, and their accents are particularly heavy. I'm too lazy to waste my breath with them. Let's just arrest them."

"You're still as tough as ever, Desna. All right, I'll notify the special forces to arm... Pay attention in all aspects! Pay attention in all aspects!"

The police worked in an orderly manner, guarding several entrances to the residential area and leaving only two small paths for both sides to evacuate.

The locals kicked out two minors, who were still swearing after being pinned down by the police, threatening to teach the other side a lesson.

The police immediately put hoods on them. After they were put on, the police standing at the intersection waved his hand and reporters swarmed over.

"May I ask what led to this fight?"

"What are the casualties? Is there anyone dead? Is the ambulance on the way?"

“Will this affect the normal opening of the trading market? How many days will it be closed? What do the vendors and investors think?”

"Have any police officers been injured in this crackdown? Did you strictly follow the no-shooting law?"

The police officers also shouted as usual, "Make way! Make way! Arrest the criminal! Do not obstruct public service! Everything will be explained at the hearing and press conference!"

"Please wait for the press conference! Don't come closer! Don't come closer!"

And just as the female police officer said, the group of outsiders did not understand the rules of scapegoating. As soon as they were told to run away, they all ran away.

Fortunately, the special forces team, led by a female police officer, ambushed at the intersection and knocked down the two slowest runners with two Tasers.

After the two people were pinned down, the female police officer discovered that they were neither minors nor pregnant women. Now they are in trouble. They will spend the rest of their lives in jail.

Then the police and nearby residents worked together to prop up the knocked-down stalls in the market so that it could open normally the next day. It was already late at night when all the mess was cleaned up.

"Retreat!" Gordon's voice on the intercom was still steady and powerful.

Before getting into the police car, the female officer put out her cigarette, opened the door, got in, glanced at Gordon next to her and said, "Done, boss."

"Is there anything unusual about the two people we captured?"

"Abnormal? Is abnormal stupidity considered abnormal?"

"I mean appearance."

"Extremely ugly."

Gordon covered his forehead and said, "Can you be more restrained? I'm asking about physical characteristics."

"Nothing special physically, just an ordinary Mexican."

"What about the tattoo?"

"They are from other places, why do we need to see their tattoos?" The female police officer looked at Gordon with some doubt, but still said into the intercom: "Laudas, ask Bigfoot to strip those two men of their clothes and check their tattoos."

After a while, the female police officer received the picture on her mobile phone. She handed it to Gordon. After seeing one of the tattoo patterns, Gordon showed a look of understanding.

Countless police cars with flashing lights sped through the night, announcing the end of yet another major case. Most of the police dispersed after driving their cars back to the police station, but Gordon's documents had not been sorted out yet, and today's events also needed to be filed, so he led several of his subordinates into the police station.

This operation was a full-scale operation, or there were only a few police officers on night shift. After they left, the only place in the police station that was still lit was the duty room, while the rest of the place was pitch black.

Gordon walked in and, following his muscle memory, reached out to turn on the light. The next second, he froze in place.

In just one second when the light turned from dark to light, cold sweat soaked his back.

There was a man hanging in the middle of the police station lobby.

A naked Mexican.

But this person is really weird.

His dark skin was abnormally pale, as if it had been swollen after being soaked for too long. A layer of white film floated on the dark background, and Gordon knew that it was a sign of lifelessness.

His skin was abnormally wrinkled, as if it was not a normal part of his body but was added on artificially.

Starting from the head, brightly colored stitches weave into complex and beautiful patterns. The head has the most stitches, with black, red, purple, blue and green interwoven, and with the help of the facial structure, a Mexican Day of the Dead skull pattern is sewn.

The interwoven patterns around the neck and the designs that spread down the arms and shoulders are all in the same Day of the Dead decorative style.

His hands were hung up and fixed to the ceiling. The ropes that fixed him were tied with many small ornaments of the Day of the Dead. There was also a large string of masks and sculptures hanging under his feet.

This is a human-shaped Day of the Dead Christmas tree.

"Put him down now!" Gordon roared.

The police officer behind him didn't move for a long time, obviously he was scared. They had seen many corpses in Gotham, and no one was afraid of corpses. Most of the corpses they had seen were disgusting, but this one was not.

The colors of the stitching are bright yet coordinated, full of strong Mexican style, which reminds people of that colorful country at a glance. It is not ugly, it can even be said to be very beautiful. If someone wears such an outfit to a Day of the Dead party, it will definitely be very popular.

The decorations hanging above are also very harmonious. The simple sculptures dilute the visual stimulation of strong colors, bringing an ancient charm to the overall layout, which reminds people that in addition to the splendid art and culture, Mexico also has a long history.

The lighting arrangement is also very particular. The moment Gordon turned on the light, the small bulbs dotted between the seams also lit up, as if it was the opening of a grand party.

This thing doesn't look like it belongs in the Gotham Police Department, but in the National History Museum of Mexico, or at the opening ceremony of the Day of the Dead.

At the same time, the skeleton formed by the stitches that outline the facial features replaces the original expression of the human body, making people feel that there is another soul watching inside the body, which is creepy.

"What's that smell?" Gordon asked, shrugged his nose.

"It looks like something is burning." The police officer behind him immediately looked around and found some traces on the ground.

The female police officer squatted down to pick up the black ash from the burn, sniffed it and said, "It seems to be resin."

Instead of yelling at them to put the body down, Gordon walked forward and stood among the ashes of the burning resin, staring at the brightly colored sculpture.

A colorful feather fell from the decoration above his head and floated into Gordon's hand.

"The dead are in their coffins, while the living are reveling..."

Gordon mumbled something in Spanish, and the female officer walked up and asked, "What?"

"Nothing, this is a traditional proverb for the Day of the Dead, meaning that the dead have gone to sleep and the living should celebrate for them."

"Why? Shouldn't I be sad?"

"They don't seem to see death as the end," Gordon said, shaking his head. "They see death as the beginning of another eternal life. It's a celebration of their journey to a new heaven."

The male police officer who came over last suddenly froze. He screamed in disbelief and shouted, "He's moving! He's moving! He's not dead yet!!!!!"

Gordon and the female police officer immediately stepped back, and then they noticed that the legs of the corpse above twitched.

They quickly called more police officers and worked together to take the body down. During the process, Gordon touched the back of the body and found that it was not as cold as he had imagined.

Humans lose body temperature very quickly after death. There is an unusual coldness that feels like tree bark after a rainy night. If there was any warmth at all, people would not feel the distance between life and death so clearly.

But the body temperature of this corpse is wrong. Although it is not as hot as a living person, it is not as cold as a dead person.

After laying the body flat on the ground, Gordon saw the details clearly. He reached out and pulled the stitches in shock, shouting to everyone: "This is not his skin! There is someone inside!!!"

By the end Gordon was practically screaming. No one could understand him at first, but when they realized what he meant, they all took a step back.

The body began to writhe.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Unprecedented screams were heard from the Gotham Police Department, not from the corpses, but all from the police.

The tall police officer knelt down, and the female police officer pulled out her gun and fired two shots. The others found cover and ran while screaming.

Gordon also sat down on the ground.

This is too fucking scary!!!

Corpses are not scary. Weird and beautiful corpses are not scary. Warm corpses are not scary. Even moving corpses are not scary.

The scary thing is that when this thing twists, the skin doesn't move like a normal person's. The human skin that's been sewn on doesn't fit the skin at all, and when it moves, the wrinkles and stretching are completely inconsistent with common sense.

Being very similar yet different is the biggest source of horror.

He was like a monster wrapped in human skin, seemingly trying to break out of the cocoon by constantly twisting and struggling, which gave people too many terrifying imaginations.

With his slightly trembling hands, Gordon tore open a stitch on the arm closest to him, and finally found an almost seamless wound on the palm of his hand.

Following the wound, underneath the bloody skin was not fat and muscle, but another layer of skin.

Gordon really couldn't stand it anymore. He threw away the arm, stepped back several steps, and said in a trembling voice: "Cellphone...Give me the cellphone..."

The female police officer next to him took out her cell phone and handed it to him. Gordon dialed a number and after waiting for a long time, the call was finally connected.

"Hello? Professor Schiller? There's a body here... No, I mean, there's a fucking weird and scary body here that no one dares to touch except a murderer!!"

"…I'm not asking you to come here, I'm asking you to gather all the fucking murderers you know and have them come here as fast as fuck!!!"

Schiller put down his phone. Gordon's terrified screams were still echoing in the room. He slowly took off his raincoat, put on his windbreaker, and fixed his hair in front of the mirror.

Before going out, he saw the sculpture placed by Martin at the door. After thinking about it, he picked up the box and got into the car.

Schiller soon saw Gordon and several of his subordinates outside the gate of the Gotham Police Station. Note that it was outside the gate of the yard, even 200 meters outside the duty room.

"For you." Schiller put the sculpture in his hand into Gordon's arms and said, "Celebrate your return alive and not being pissed off by the students."

Gordon looked down and saw a Mexican-style sculpture.

"what!!!"

The sculpture was thrown out.

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