[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Pushing open the door of the dissection room, Randall changed into a surgical gown symbolically, and then sterilized his hands—of course, everyone knew that this move was unnecessary.

Because when Randall saw the two floating corpses that were swollen and purple by the sea water, a voice appeared in his mind the next second and began to scream: If I want to touch this, I will definitely put my hand on it. Cut it off!

The necklace that Lucifer gave him was very useful, and had already suppressed his perception to a minimum, which also meant that now he had to rely on direct physical contact to do his work - as he used to do, reaching out , Use your own skin to feel the cold and stiff limbs of the dead, to experience the last images of the undead left in the world before their death.

Randall wore a medical mask, frowning at the too bad smell in the dissection room.

"You don't understand what?" Randall asked, blinking a pair of blank blue eyes over several corpses.

The forensic doctors were already starting to re-sew the corpse with sutures, and Ai Qian was so busy that her feet barely touched the ground, she raised her head and glanced at him before closing the surgical sutures, "It's not these few, it's behind you."

Randall turned around and found a dead body covered with a white cloth on the unused operating table behind him, which they had checked and stitched up.

The child hooked his fingers and lifted the white cloth to look at it, and heaved a sigh of relief when he found that the death was not very miserable, "What's the situation?"

"There are some organs missing in his body," the assistant who took the photo whispered to him, while observing the changes in Randall's expression: "It should have been removed before death."

Randall hissed and looked at the corpse with lowered eyes.

It was a boy in his late twenties, with a gray face, short hair dyed yellow, eyebrow nails on the brow bone, and lip rings on his lips, his eyes were not closed, and the cloudy brown eyes stared blankly at him. above, as if staring at something in the void that no one else could see.

It's just that this boy makes Randall look familiar.

There was a name written on the body bag in the corner. Randall glanced at it and suddenly realized that this was actually one of the seven missing classmates in his school. He had only seen this name on the roster not long ago.

"His lungs and liver were taken out, and the wound was stitched up with a very delicate technique. The murderer should have also studied medicine." Ai Qian said lightly behind him.

Randall could see a very obvious difference in the sutures on the corpse, some of them were relatively new, but two of them under the chest seemed to be stained with a lot of blood and had started to turn black, so they should be the murderer It was sewn, the body had just died at that time, and the blood had not yet coagulated.

They were originally considered to be victims of the disappearance case, but now it seems that this is not one of them.So Randall's previous guess may be correct. There are indeed people who used the disappearance case to snatch others secretly and kidnap others to satisfy their curiosity.

Randall sighed, and under the horrified gaze of the assistant on the side, he stretched out his hand to cover the boy's face and closed his eyes.

A heavy, unspeakable sense of oppression made Randall's eyes go dark, and he realized that he had shifted to the boy's perspective.

He first heard the sound of water dripping, as if right next to his ear, dripping down, dripping onto the plastic bag.It was about a second later that Randall realized that his eyes were now covered by a black cloth, and only a little faint light and shadow moved behind the black cloth.

Then came the pain, as if there was a hole in his chest, and the cold wind kept pouring in, making the crown of 'his' teeth tremble.

The person who cut off a part of 'his' body with a knife was not in a hurry and did not make any sound, but Randall could feel the other party's sight sliding over his body like a poisonous snake.

The crisp sound of the scalpel being placed on the iron plate brought Randall back to his senses as he became more and more in a trance. It turned out that the sound of those dripping water was the blood flowing from his body.

The distant and hazy recitative bass became the last voice of 'him' before he lost his life——

'What would you give me if I betrayed him to you?

They gave him 30 silver coins and from then on he waited for an opportunity to betray Jesus. *'

Randall returned to reality from that hopeless and withered death, and his beating heart seemed to carry the wailing that others could not utter.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the restlessness in his heart, but he inhaled the rancid smell of corpses in the dissection room, bent over and coughed again, his face pale.

The assistant next to him put down the camera and wanted to help him, but Randall avoided him. He waved his hand, rushed to the sink without vomiting, squeezed a large amount of hand sanitizer, and rubbed his hands vigorously. While washing, he said, "I didn't see the prisoner's appearance because he was blindfolded, and someone did take out his internal organs."

"When did he die?" Randall looked up at himself in the mirror with red eyes, and heard himself ask calmly.

"The day before yesterday, Saturday morning, around ten o'clock." Essie said, "Do you have a clue?"

Randall hesitated for a moment, "...I'm going to check some information. Has this kind of case happened in other states?"

He always felt that the last few lines of the bass voice he heard were very familiar.

"It seems to be there? I seem to have heard someone mention it before, and I can't remember it when you suddenly asked." Ai Qian took off the gloves and threw them away, and the others put the body back into the body bag and put it back in the freezer , "There should be records in the shared network."

"Is there anything else, these few are not used?" Randall asked.

"Ah, they all found out that they all drowned in the port, the water pressure is very deep, and you probably can't see anything, but they all have the imprint of the moon on their bodies, and there are remnants of the moon in their blood and inside their bodies. The thing that was brought back for testing probably has something to do with those mutants." Ai Qian raised her hand and sniffed the smell on her body, and squeezed the disinfectant with a look of disgust, "You, on the other hand, look very bad ...Remember to tell the second team about the situation later."

"I didn't look too bad after the inspection." Randall said, "Since there is nothing wrong, I will go up to check the information and write a report."

"Hey, brat—how did you run so fast?" Randall slipped away as soon as Ai Qian turned around, and the female forensic doctor pouted, "Didn't you say you brought something delicious, did you leave some for me? "

Randall's voice came from outside the door, "I put it on the table for you! Eat less, it's high in calories!"

Essie rolled her eyes.

Randall ran back upstairs. He didn't have a desk of his own. After all, he was just an idler most of the time, and even recently he worked next to Dick.

Looking at the time, Dick seemed to be still in the interrogation room and hadn't returned, so Randall had to ask someone to borrow a computer.

He froze for a while in front of the searcher.

Then I entered a few key words: missing internal organs, murder, and dumping the corpse.

The first article that popped up on the webpage was a news item from a year ago.

'There was another homicide case in Baltimore. Part of the deceased's internal organs were missing, presumably eaten by an ogre! '

baltimore.

Randall rummaged through the bag he had left on Dick's work desk, and found a thin business card from the wallet. The psychotherapist: Hannibal Lecter was written on the first side.

The second side stated the location of the other party's psychological clinic in Baltimore.

On Saturday, Randall took Lula to see Hannibal's psychology.

Recalling the oppressive and indescribable heaviness in the room at that time and the smell of burnt meat in the air made Randall turn pale at this moment.

He noticed something was wrong, but he didn't pay attention to it at the time. Now that he thinks about it, isn't that just cooked human flesh?

Thinking of Hannibal still trying to invite him to dinner, Randall began to have abdominal cramps.

Where is Lula?The little girl stayed in the same room with Hannibal for so long at that time, didn't she do anything?

Randall rushed out of the office, and retched by the sink for a while, dizzy and thought of other things at the same time.

If Hannibal really did it, is there any useful evidence he can present now?

The eyes of the deceased were covered, and he did not really see Hannibal's face. The body was not found near Hannibal's home. Based on Randall's speculation about the psychiatrist, the other party should not leave anything behind. Otherwise, it is impossible for him to have been at ease in Baltimore for so long, and he could even be invited to be a lecturer at Bludhaven State University.

A thorough investigation of Hannibal's house might not necessarily find traces of blood. He heard the sound of blood dripping on the plastic, and he thought that the other party must have ensured that all the blood did not leave traces in the house.

While Randall was rinsing his mouth with a disposable paper cup, he saw two people slowly walking up the stairs, one was Dick and the other was a beautiful red-haired woman. A very intimate look.

Dick saw Randall at a glance, waved to him, and ran over, "It's over with you? What's the matter, your face looks so bad?"

"I'm fine," Randall said, taking a step back because of the close distance, Dick's nice woody perfume lingering on the tip of his nose.Randall turned his head to look at the red-haired woman behind Dick. He had never seen her before, but he could feel the gentle and familiar feeling from this woman, so he blinked suspiciously, "This is it?"

"Selene," the pretty-faced red-haired woman held out her hand, and she spoke in a strange tone that didn't sound like a native, but it sounded good, "I guess you must be Landa, you must have been I've heard of you, but I went to New York before I saw you, and I've only been back for two days."

"Oh," it was the new boss of the interrogation department. Randall habitually showed a formulaic smile and shook hands with the other party. The gentle emotion on the other party made him narrow his eyes comfortably, "Now you see Well, I have to say, you are so pretty, Miss Selene, do you want some cake? I brought a lot for Dick, let him share some with you."

"Hey." Dick smiled, and separated the distance between Randall and Selene without leaving a trace, "Didn't you say that you only eat it for your partner?"

Randall only thought that Dick cared about the red-haired women, and his ambiguous eyes swept over the two of them, he took a few steps first, and said, "Of course beauties are an exception."

Dick's hand that was about to touch his shoulder froze, paused in mid-air for half a second to find nothing, then retracted it nonchalantly and scratched his cheek, thinking strangely: Why did Landa die after returning from Hydra's base? Seems to keep a distance from him intentionally or unintentionally?

The author has something to say: Wait!

*Excerpt from the first part of the St. Matthew Passion, which appeared before (Chapter 30).

Immediately engage Uncle Ba, and then fall in love with Ye Yi!

Stick with the bosses!

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