Great Power Technology

At the same time, in the police station closest to the base, several Yindu policemen were digging through the corpses in front of them in the morgue.

This small police station does not have a dedicated forensic doctor, so they have to do all the autopsy work themselves.

"Two scratch marks below the left ribs, 12 cm, 11 cm long and 2 cm deep."

"There was a puncture wound on the upper thigh, almost through the entire thigh, but luckily no major artery was damaged."

"There is also a puncture wound on the waist, but it is relatively shallow."

"There were puncture wounds on the shoulders, arms, and palms, and the wounds showed signs of tearing. They looked like they were caused by some kind of animal bite."

"There were 14 centimeters of scratch marks on the face, two centimeters deep - the bones were turned out."

"The fatal injury was a fractured neck, the blow was on the forehead, and there were signs of fractures in the skull."

"It looks very much like it was caused by an attack by a large ferocious beast, both of the victims were killed."

After finishing speaking, the old policeman named Kunal sighed and covered the sheet on the body again.

"But how is this possible? How long has it been since there was no record of a large beast appearing in Punjab? I remember the last beast attack was seven or eight years ago...and that time it was a leopard, right? The wounds on this body were obviously not caused by a leopard. "

"Looking at the scratches on the wound, I don't think it's an exaggeration to say it's a bear. But where can we find a bear here?"

The speaker was a new police officer named Amish who had just been on the job for more than a year. He was always known for his seriousness in the police station - of course, most of the time, the old police officers thought he was just a fool.

In this country, especially in this sensitive area, many times it does no good to take things too seriously, and muddling along is the only truth.

Kunal glanced at Amish, nodded slightly and said:

"You are right. Such injuries are definitely not caused by small cats such as clouded leopards and snow leopards - besides, they are not capable of breaking a human's neck."

"Maybe it's a large Bengal tiger?"

Amish frowned and shook his head. He pulled the sheet away again despite the obstruction of others, then pointed at the wound and said:

"I don't think it could be a Bengal tiger. In my hometown, I once saw a Bengal tiger hunting scene."

"The way they hunt animals is very simple. They basically bite off the neck directly. They don't play with their prey like other cats."

"But you see, there are obviously many unnecessary injuries on these two bodies."

"This is not in line with the Bengal tiger's hunting habits."

Looking at Amish's face, Kunal caught a hint of suspicion, so he asked directly:

"What do you want to say? Just say it!"

Amish hesitated for a moment and then said:

"I wonder...could this be a staged murder, with the fatal injuries to the neck occurring first and those injuries being forged after death?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the entire morgue instantly dropped to freezing point.

For them, the police, they are not afraid of any beasts, monsters, or ghosts at all. To put it bluntly, when it comes to things that they cannot handle, they just need to stay away and find a reason to close the case.

But once this case involves people, everything will be different.

Looking at the silent crowd, even though Amish was unfamiliar with the world, he understood what the others were thinking. After a moment of pause, he reached out and pulled up the sheet, and then said:

"This is just my guess... I think bears and tigers are more likely to attack."

Kunal let out a long sigh of relief after hearing his words.

After all, this stupid young man has grown up and can distinguish priorities. If he still insists on continuing to investigate in the direction of "artificiality", then he will have to find a reason to give him a holiday.

As echoing voices sounded in the morgue, the expression on Amish's face kept changing. Finally, he walked to the sink nearby and washed his hands, and then turned around and left the morgue.

The investigation speed of the case far exceeded everyone's imagination. Just two days after he made the compromise, the case was classified as a wild beast attack. All the victims were dead, and naturally no compensation was needed. , even the land and property were taken back by the authorities and resold to others.

This appalling case seemed to be over, but Amish had a vague feeling that things were definitely not that simple.

In private, he kept a copy of all the evidence, from the autopsy report, to the scene investigation report, to the detailed photos of the body, trying to find the truth behind it through his own strength.

In fact, he did not do this out of a simple sense of justice, but out of a complicated compassion - he could not imagine how desperate he would be if his family encountered such a sudden disaster.

As he delved into a series of evidence, he became more and more aware of the problems in this case.

First of all, there are marks of strangulation on the body, and wild beasts will not kidnap people;

Secondly, there were no signs of struggle on the body, and there was not even a trace of hair or blood from the attacker in the fingernails;

Finally, the social relationship between the two victims was extremely simple - they had no enemies and not even many friends, so the possibility of vendetta was basically ruled out.

So, when he connected it all, he came to a conclusion:

These two men were not victims, but victims.

A victim sacrificed by certain forces for their larger, darker goals.

But what is their purpose?

Amish was a little confused, but soon, he didn't have to think about it anymore - the second murder happened soon.

The location was still near the newly constructed agricultural transformation base. The number of victims dropped from two to one, but the way the victims died was the same as the previous two.

Scratches, bite marks, broken necks….

All of this seemed to have been painstakingly arranged, accurately replicating the last killing method.

Then came the third and fourth times...

In just one week, a total of 8 people died at the mouth of the invisible "monster".

The public's panic reached its limit. Amish wanted to do something, but he also knew that he could not do anything in his capacity.

After the latest victim was born, the police station made an operation that shocked him:

The director announced that this series of casualties were caused by some kind of "unknown beast". They suggested that local residents should either strictly guard their homes or temporarily leave the dangerous area. Officials would soon organize a clearance operation to catch them. The beast that causes harm everywhere.

At this moment, the Amish's last hope for them was shattered.

He originally thought that even if there were some reasons that he had no right to know that prevented the police from announcing the true facts of the case, then at least they would take some truly effective measures to prevent the murders from happening again, but what about the reality?

They had no intention of doing anything at all.

Does closing the door help? Of those 8 victims, which one was not killed in his own home?

Leave the danger zone?

Wouldn't that mean giving up your land?

——

land.

Amish seemed to grasp the key points of the problem, but he could not draw an immediate conclusion.

Thinking of this, he immediately went to Kunal's office and expressed his thoughts to the other party.

"Kunal, you know that this matter is not that simple. I also know that we cannot change this fact with our abilities. But the question is, we have to do something, right? Are we just looking at these innocent people? Die one after another?”

Seeing Amish's angry expression, Kunal shook his head helplessly and said:

"Amish, I don't know any more than you... What can we do? Do you expect me to go patrolling with a stick?"

"I'm already an old man, I can't do such innocent things anymore!"

"I have a family and children - and so do you. You don't want anything to happen to your family and children because of something that has nothing to do with us, right?"

"But we are the police! Kunal..."

"No more! Amish, go back and have a good rest. Remember, this matter has nothing to do with you! Don't do anything that will get yourself into trouble!"

The words that came to Amish's lips were choked back. After a few seconds of silence, he finally nodded, turned and left Kunal's office.

Kunal, who stayed where he was, lit a cigarette and let out a long sigh.

However, he didn't know that this young policeman was far from giving up.