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Chapter 250 The creepy torture instrument

"It's very strange." After entering the door, Rossi looked around the room and couldn't help sighing.

"This house is quite cozy." Reid expressed everyone's opinion.

This place is just like the previous tool room. From the entrance to the living room, everything is in its proper place.

Shoes are neatly placed in the shoe cabinet, hats are hung on the coat rack in an orderly manner, and the books on the bookshelf are also returned to their places one by one. Even the magazines on the table are piled up by category for convenience at any time. Take.

"It's not obsessive-compulsive disorder or mysophobia." Jack's gloved fingers passed over the bookshelf and wiped away the dust on it.

"The books are arranged in an orderly manner, but there is neither classification nor any specific rules. This is not obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"It looks like it's been cleaned regularly and there's not much dust, but that's about it. It's not to the point of mysophobia."

Rhett snapped his fingers, suddenly realized, "This is like Jack's home."

The others looked sideways, and Jack's face was full of black lines, "My house is not so clean. I am just a self-disciplined bachelor, and I have not reached this level."

At least his couch cushions were never cleared, because every time Hannah came to make a mess, it often appeared in the bedroom or other strange corners.

Hotchner's answer explained the confusion in everyone's mind, "It's like having a hardworking hostess. Before my son was born, Halle would keep the house so tidy."

"Did Francis really treat the captive women as slaves? But why did he kill them?" Emily was still puzzled.

"Hodge." Rosie, who was opening the desks one by one, suddenly said.

Hotchner, who was looking through the bookshelf, looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There are still many videotapes with the names of the missing women written on them." Rossi simply pulled out the drawer. These videotapes were all destroyed, and the tapes inside were pulled out and torn into a ball.

"We need to fix these immediately, and let Garcia tidy them up as soon as possible." Hochner picked up the drawer and went out to find the sheriff.

Emily and Rhett walked into the kitchen, and at a glance saw a large piece of cardboard titled "Rules" nailed to the wall, with 1234 "Rules" written on it with a marker.

"One, all actions must please the master."

"Two, any resistance will be punished."

"It's the law of his kingdom?" Emily reached out and peeled off the cardboard, which had to be regarded as evidence.

"Note that the word master is singular and capitalized, emphasizing that there is only one master here."

As Red spoke, he took down the only photo from the refrigerator next to him. In the photo, Francis was holding a shotgun and standing under a sudden boulder. It was also taken from an upward perspective.

"So you think his accomplices are more like his servants or slaves? What is the status of those captive women?" Emily looked at the photo in his hand.

"His outlet." Jack walked to the kitchen door, tilted his head and motioned for them to follow him.

The two curiously followed him into a room, which was similar to a bedroom, with a bed and a wardrobe, but very abruptly at the other end was a blood-stained wooden torture chair, the kind with chains and leather restraints. stuff.

"He is slowly torturing those women here, no wonder it took so long for a victim to appear." Reid suddenly realized.

"There's fresh blood here." Hochner, who was checking the closet, opened the bottom partition of the closet, revealing the hidden compartment inside.

"The victim was hidden in there."

Emily picked up a copper utensil similar to an egg beater from the dressing table in doubt, and twisted it in her hand, "What is this?"

As she turned, the pear-shaped head of the "eggbeater" was divided into three parts like petals, and slowly opened, looking pretty good.

"The Pear of Pain, a Medieval Instrument of Torture." The encyclopedia Dr. Rhett went online immediately.

Seeing that Emily was still puzzled, Jack helped to explain.

"You can think of it as a kind of torture device version of an F-section inspection tool."

Emily imagined it for a moment, her hands trembled subconsciously, and she quickly put the thing back.

"Help me." Rosie greeted Jack.

The two of them worked together to erect the seemingly ordinary wire bed in the middle of the room against the wall.

Everyone was so surprised that they could not speak. They saw that the back of the wire bed was densely covered with various homemade torture instruments.

These are not the kind of Ace wood products with a clear nature, but real instruments of torture, each of which is stained with blood.

Although Jack is well-informed, he can only recognize a few of them. The whips are made of fine steel wires, as if they can hear the whistling sound of tearing the air with just a slight flick.

There is an iron hood with sharp and fine teeth inside. After the prisoner wears it, any movement that tries to open his mouth to make a sound will suffer great pain.

There is also a kind of fork, fixed on a collar, which can force a person's head to be lifted high, otherwise it will be pierced into the jaw by a sharp fork.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but everyone stared at these heinous instruments of torture, and couldn't help but hold their arms tightly, as if the temperature in the room dropped a lot in an instant, and there seemed to be some kind of vague howling sound lingering in this eerie place. in a small space.

"They put plastic sheeting or something on the floor, and after they tortured the poor women, they just used it to wrap the body."

"Each of them suffered brutal torture for several months, and judging by the instruments of torture, the degree of mutilation of the bodies is quite serious."

Even after witnessing countless bloody and violent serial murders, Rossi is still outraged by this inhuman behavior.

"We must do our best to help the families of the victims and appease these souls."

Jack walked out of the wooden house and returned to the sunlight. He rubbed his arm and the creepy feeling was gradually dispelled from his heart.

"Jiejie has finished the inspection and is rushing back. I have mastered the features of Francis' accomplice." Hotchner showed the sheriff and his subordinates the sketch received in the mobile phone.

"He is in his twenties, 5 feet 8 inches (173 centimeters) tall and has a slim build, but please note that he possesses several firearms and is capable of deadly force."

The Sheriff finished arranging tasks for his subordinates and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jack.

"Sheriff, there must be someone nearby who knows who Francis' accomplice is. Can you give me a hint, who should we find?" Jack asked.

"Harris Townsend, the leader of the militia here, he has a pub called 'Inn', but I don't recommend you go alone, they are very unfriendly to outsiders, especially the federal police."

The sheriff was a little absent-minded when he spoke, and his eyes fell on the three corpses dug out from the flowerbed not far away, with anger mixed with pain.