Calamity Crown

Chapter 26 The Unexpected Visitor

"have what?"

Swart asked, but the two subordinates couldn't tell the reason at all.

Pop, pop!

The sheriff raised his hand and slapped one of the two subordinates.

This time, the two woke up.

"What's down there?"

Swart asked again.

"Corpse!"

"Skeleton!"

The two subordinates said in unison, then shook their heads together again and said.

"flesh!"

"Guts!"

Then, the two looked at each other, as if arguing with their eyes that they were right.

"Okay, okay."

"Two for two."

Swart let two more men into the basement.

This time, the two of them are better than the previous two, but they are limited, and there is still no way to fully describe what is in the basement. If they change people, it will still be the same.

However, after changing groups of people three times in a row, Goethe immediately picked up the lantern and walked down after confirming that there was no danger below.

After thinking for a while, Swart also picked up a lantern and followed Goethe down.

Then the sheriff regretted it.

What did he see?

Body parts!

Bloody, neatly cut corpses were stacked on an altar supported by six skeletons.

The skeleton is complete, with skull, cervical spine, arm and leg bones.

The six skeletons were in a kneeling posture. From the side, it looked as if six people were holding a large round plate on their backs, and the flesh and blood were the food on the plate.

Even Goethe didn't understand the 'extraordinary' of the world in front of him.

However, when I saw the scene in front of me, I still felt a strong sense of ritual.

It seems to be a sacrifice.

It's like worshiping again.

"vomit!"

When Swart saw the scene in front of him clearly, he vomited directly.

Goethe continued to investigate with a lantern.

The flesh and blood on the platter includes human, cattle, sheep and horses, as well as rabbits and chickens.

These are very easy to distinguish.

Because these flesh and blood have not been refined.

To put it simply, there is no such thing as peeling. It is the most primitive cut and put on it. One of the sheep's heads, under the light of the lamp, in the cloudy eyes, makes people feel more uneasy. .

In the crimson, the cloudy one-line eyes seemed to come alive.

Goethe frowned slightly and looked down.

The skeletons below are different, they have been finely cut, leaving only the skeletons.

Moreover, the flesh and blood were not placed on the plate.

Goethe looked at the six skeletons with complicated eyes.

He was sure his 'aunt' was among them.

As for which one?

Goethe couldn't read it.

He could judge the gender of the skeleton through the slender skeleton, but he couldn't judge the appearance.

One thing about Goethe, however, is certain.

The 'masterpiece' in front of me should not be the work of 'Murder in the Mist'.

To be precise, those people just now should not be in the same group as the 'Mist Killer'.

It should be my 'aunt' alone who provoked someone who should not be provoked.

only……

Why did these people attack him?

Goethe frowned.

It's about 'extraordinary', without key information, he can't make an accurate judgment.

"I hope Morey can see the information soon."

Thinking this way, Goethe continued to look around.

He saw the meat hook, and the skin of a person who was caught...

Not quite.

Some places are broken.

It can be seen that the person who does it is not consummate in this way.

But the human form can basically be seen.

"vomit!"

Swart, who had just vomited, vomited out again after seeing these human skins.

Then the sheriff couldn't take it anymore.

"Goethe, I'll go up and wait for you."

After speaking, without waiting for Goethe to answer, the sheriff ran up.

Goethe, on the other hand, looked straight ahead of what should be the 'altar'.

There is a long table there.

On the left and right sides of the table are arm-thick candles resting on off-white skulls.

And in the middle of the table, there is an open book.

The book is not big, only the size of a palm, and the overall number of pages is not many, about 20 pages. Goethe checked carefully, and after confirming that there were no traps, he picked up the book.

The book does not have a hard cover, but soft cowhide.

The paper is yellow, obviously it has a long history.

And the text above...

can't read!

Goethe frowned slightly, closed the book in his hand, and put it in the pocket of his coat.

"This should be an extraordinary text!"

Goethe guessed.

And it's not that hard to prove it.

In the afternoon, there was a class arranged for him by Morey.

Thinking of this, Goethe checked the basement again, and was about to walk to the ground, but stopped after taking two steps.

He walked up to the six skeletons again, squatted down and folded his hands together.

"Feel sorry."

As Goethe said, he took out all the explosives hidden inside the jacket.

After igniting, he left quickly.

Naturally, Swart couldn't see anything at the scene in front of him, but Morey was different.

Morey probably found something, so he deduced that he got the book.

And this was a result he didn't want to face.

After all, from beginning to end, he did not intend to 'turn in'.

The life in his hometown has already given Goethe the habit of "keeping a hand".

By this time, the reporters had already arrived.

Swarte, who was still vomiting just now, was standing in front of many reporters with his head held high.

"This is an extremely brutal case."

"These desperadoes have long been beyond the imagination of all of us."

"Even the bravest police detectives have just been terrified."

Swart stood there with a serious expression on his face.

"Sheriff Swart, does that include you?"

a reporter asked.

"Of course!"

"I was also scared, but I didn't shrink back, because I knew very well that there were too many civilians behind me who needed my protection, so even if I was afraid, I had to stand up."

Swarte, who was wet all over and looked very embarrassed, at this moment, under the sunlight in the morning, seemed to be blooming with some kind of brilliance all over his body.

clap clap.

The surrounding reporters and civilians applauded one after another.

at this time--

boom!

When the explosion sounded, everyone was shocked, and many people crawled directly to the ground.

When the dust fell to the ground, people looked at each other in dismay. They looked at Swarte standing there motionless, and admiration suddenly appeared on their faces. Some reporters even walked towards Swart directly.

But as soon as they approached, they smelled a foul smell.

Is it urine?

These reporters looked at Swart suspiciously.

But immediately, they shook their heads.

How could the brave Sergeant Swart pee his pants!

Goethe took a glance, then bypassed the crowd, returned to the police carriage, and waited quietly for Swart.

This is what the other party deserves.

The cooperation between the two sides, each takes what it needs.

Ten minutes later, the excited but embarrassed Swart returned to the carriage.

"What's going on down here?"

Swart asked.