deformed bone

Calvin's guess was not wrong, but it was a dead body that caused panic on the beach.

But that corpse was more hideous and terrifying than any ordinary corpse.

The police arrived soon, and a young policeman stepped forward unsuspectingly in an attempt to investigate the situation, and then he quickly backed out covering his mouth.

Several other police officers glanced at the scene, some began to retch, and others' faces became extremely ugly.

A yellow cordon was set up, and the police officers began to drive away the surrounding people, and then ordered those people to delete the photos in the camera to avoid unnecessary panic caused by the sad body appearing on social networks.

But the police were a little surprised that so many people gathered because of the body, but not many of them took pictures - which is really strange in this age of social networking .

"But, in fact, it's understandable."

A very young, obviously rookie-looking policeman whispered to his colleague, his eyes still a little red, because he had just contributed all the bacon quiche he ate this morning to the paper bag.

"Even if I wasn't a landscape, I wouldn't want to take that kind of photo-it feels too ominous, and I always feel that once I take a photo, I will become the protagonist of a horror B-movie."

"Shut up, rookie."

An older policeman walked over to him and gave him a cold look.

"This is not an ordinary case, go and get those damned idlers out of this damn place!"

"Okay, okay, Sheriff Joyce..."

The rookie policeman shrank his neck and quickly walked towards the crowd of twos and threes who were cautiously watching outside the yellow line.

As for the old sheriff, Sergeant Joyce, he walked over the rookie in his mind towards the body.

Joyce looked like the kind of police officer who came out of a crime TV show. He was quite tall, and the police uniform was tightly stretched. Stern and serious, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle's. Although he is not very old, his temples have turned white.

But even for him, before he came to the corpse, there was a strong stench rushing towards him, almost making him cry.

The corpse was lying on its back on the beach. The back of the body was already covered with sand, while the front, which had not been polluted by sand, showed an ugly gray-brown color.Just seeing the color of the corpse, Officer Joyce already had an extremely bad premonition in his heart, and then he saw the most terrifying part of the corpse——

A dog, rotten to the point of bleeding, the swollen corpse of the dog was placed squarely in the abdominal cavity of the corpse.

The dog's mouth was wide open due to the rotting gas, revealing teeth covered with green mold, but the tongue dangling from between the teeth was very bright red and moist...

"Oh, damn it."

Officer Joyce let out a curse, desperate for a cigarette.

"I'll bet you that it's a human tongue in that damn thing's mouth."

His partner, Han, approached him silently, and whispered in his ear.

Joyce turned his head and glanced at the other party coldly: "I can also bet you that the tongue belongs to the victim."

Officer Han smiled slyly.As an Asian, it is always difficult for people to see his age from his smooth face, not to mention that he always wears a casual smile that seems a little careless.In terms of appearance, he is no different from a rookie who just graduated from the police academy, but no one in the Sunset Town Police Station would underestimate him——Han is an old fox, and a bloodthirsty old fox at that.

As an old fox, Han did not accept this bet. Long-term experience let him know that what Joyce said was right.

"Has the victim been identified?"

Joyce asked.

Han shook his head: "Not yet, her teeth have been knocked out, her fingerprints have been destroyed, and what's worse, her body has been boiled...and it's a very thorough cooking method."

"Damn it."

Joyce muttered with a bad face, the disgusting smell really came from this.

"I think we'll have to work a little bit to find her—"

"Hey, sir, you should come and see this."

The person in charge of examining the corpse let out an exclamation.

Joyce and Han glanced at each other, then walked quickly towards the corpse.

Then they found that line of writing on the back of the corpse, which was embroidered with bright red silk thread on the dark brown flesh that had been left to stand after boiling.

(dedicated to my love)

Joyston stopped in his tracks, and Han poked his head past him for a quick glance at the line, and then let out an exaggerated click of his tongue.

"Wow, that's really unpleasant - another psycho killer?"

"No, it's not just a perverted killer," Joyce took out his mobile phone, he pressed a number deftly, and added to Han while dialing the number, "it's a serial perverted killer."

Han saw the number on the screen of Joyce's mobile phone, and the name displayed on it was "Isaac Holden"-his eyes suddenly became very sharp.

"Wait, you think this case is..."

Han subconsciously wanted to say something, but he suddenly stopped talking, and suddenly looked behind him...

Outside the yellow cordon, the vacationing crowd had gradually dispersed, leaving only some young people who looked extraordinarily stupid because they were too young.They obviously came after the cordon was set up, otherwise they would never be poking around with such interest as they are now, but should have run aside to vomit like some policemen did.

"what happened?"

While Police Officer Han was in a daze, Joyce had finished his phone call with Isaac Holden. He put the phone back in his pocket and asked seriously.

Han hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Nothing...probably." He looked a little uncertain, his cautious and sharp eyes were still wandering on the beach, "I just felt that something was wrong just now, as if someone was spying on us." He glanced at Joyce and continued Said, "You know, the kind of 'snooping'."

Joyce's expression became more serious: "Do you think the murderer is here?"

Han winked at Joyce mischievously: "Want to make a bet - he must be around here."

……

About 300 meters away from the two experienced police detectives, Fogg quietly pressed his back against the trunk of a palm tree.

The dense tropical plants on the ground completely concealed most of his figure, and he was looking down at the phone in his hand.No one would think there would be any incongruity with Fogg appearing here. He looked like the most ordinary tourist: he came to the beach, but found that the beach had been blocked because of the murder. Complain indignantly to your friends.

But only he himself knew that his mood was not very good.

Those two officers, especially the Asian... had superhuman acumen, which was tricky.As for the Asian police officer's colleague, although he hadn't acted yet, Fogg's intuition told him that the guy's degree of trouble should be no less than that of the Asian police officer.

Of course, those two officers were minor annoyances.

For Fogg, the real problem lies elsewhere.

[Red deer? 】

he asked grimly in his own consciousness.

[Did you do it? 】

The police still need scientific means to determine the identity of the distorted corpse on the beach, but Fogg doesn't need it.

Some kind of higher level of perception made it very easy for him to recognize the corpse—Catherine.

The Adventist nun who was sanctioned by the "angel" yesterday and finally had a mental breakdown.

Although she wasn't there at the time, and she wasn't even in the dominant position of her body, Fogg, who had been secretly monitoring the Red Deer and everything around her, was not mistaken: until she left Catherine's house yesterday, the woman was still alive.

Although she is crazy, she is still alive.

【not me. 】

Red Deer gave a silent and cold answer from the deepest part of his consciousness.

【But I can feel your breath. 】

Fuge communicated with Red Deer indifferently in his heart.

【That corpse is completely your work, including the ugly embroidered handwriting. 】

The moment Fogg thought this way, he felt some kind of extremely venomous anger accumulating in Red Deer's soul——

【It's the thing in the door... how dare it... how dare it pass me, and then pretend to be me...】

Fogg lowered his head, he looked at his fist.

His fingers, not of his own volition, pinched his palm until blood flowed from the wound.

Although there has been a consensus for a long time—the consensus reached between Red Deer and Fogg before he fell asleep: something opened the door and entered the world from the inside of the door, and Fogg needs to find a way to deal with that thing.But neither Red Deer nor Fogg thought that "that thing" would be so bold as to show love to Calvin with Red Deer's prey in front of Red Deer.

[It has already crossed the line once. 】

Red Deer whispered.

Every inch of the detailed picture of the corpse that had appeared in front of Calvin's apartment clearly appeared before Fogg's eyes.

In reality, Fogg's body suddenly shook.

Two young women turned their heads and looked worriedly at the handsome young man on the side of the road.

"Are you ok?"

they asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Fogg stood firm, he said to the two people calmly, and then walked straight towards his home.

【Red Deer, I will take care of everything.It's not time for you to come out yet. 】

Fogg was attacked by a very strong headache, and the light and shadows were constantly changing in his vision, which was the physical burden caused by the forced activation of the red deer that should have been sleeping.

But Red Deer, who was in a state of rage, seemed to be unable to control his emotions. In fact, Red Deer's emotions also affected Fogg.

The shared state between personalities is that bad, and Fogg tries to convince Red Deer, but even he knows he can't convince the other party.

Because he knew exactly why the Red Deer fell into such a mad rage.

Whatever it was that came into the world through the "door" last night, it was so much like the model red deer - so like that it almost made all of their personalities feel ominous.

And, that "it" is clearly vying for favor.

Fogg hates to admit it, but he's not one to lose sight of reality.

That thing imitates every trick Red Deer can do, just to tell Calvin—look, I can do it too.

And its behavior will undoubtedly bring huge troubles to everyone.

This "everyone" includes Calvin, as well as himself.