deformed bone

At 05:30 in the morning, at the headquarters of the Los Angeles Police Department, Isaac woke up from his desk.A stack of files was stuck on his face, he tore off the paper in a daze, then sat on the seat and stared blankly for a few seconds.

He doesn't quite remember when he fell asleep, and after glancing at the time, he realizes that he's gotten the luxury of three-plus hours of sleep on such a chaotic night—but it doesn't help, his brain is still a mess Chaos, half of the soul floating in the Vulcan ship.His neck was so sore from the long-term prone position, and as long as he moved a little, he could hear the rattle of bones colliding under the flesh.

"Oh, my God..."

Isaac rubbed his temples painfully, the touch of his fingertips made him feel like he was rubbing a dry ball of plastic paper.

The central air conditioner was whining above his head. It was still dark, but the office was still brightly lit.

The smell of instant coffee filled the air, reminding Isaac how thirsty his throat was now, and he struggled to get up from his seat to get himself a cup of that black liquid, only to find that it didn't taste like it It looks so wonderful.

Theoretically, he hadn't eaten for nearly twelve hours, but he didn't feel hungry at all, and his stomach sent waves of nausea into the esophagus in protest.

He groaned, drawing a protest from his colleague at the next table, Constable Thomas.

"Officer Isaac, please, stop making that living corpse noise, there are enough living zombies in this house."

He was typing furiously on a report.Isaac vaguely remembered that this colleague had been typing on the keyboard before falling asleep.The blue light from the computer screen shone on his face, making Thomas's face appear a blue-white color that can only be seen in corpses that have been in the morgue for more than ten days.

The murder at Redbeard's villa turned out to be a blockbuster, just as Isaac had predicted it would.

People in the entire police station became busy like livestock because of this case... Isaac and Thomas were just one of them.

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The crackling sound of the keyboard seemed to be hitting Isaac's temple.

"I thought most of it was already taken by the FBI guys..."

Isaac asked like anyone who cares about a co-worker, of course, only he knew clearly, he only cared because he wanted to make sure people didn't find out that his dear brother Calvin had been involved in this matter In the midst of it—God knows how much he'd spent dealing with the traces Calvin had left in that house afterwards.

The feeling of being alone with those horrible corpses was no better than being in hell, and many times that night, Isaac would feel the chills behind him.He doubted that the psycho killer was still in the house, and he was terrified but also relieved (as long as the guy wasn't following Calvin).

"Fuck you, come out if you can, you son of a bitch!" He growled into the darkness in that house, but his voice was muffled and his back was covered with cold sweat.The few corpses that were also cruelly and mercilessly played with after death stared at Isaac with gray pupils, and they seemed to say "hey, look at this fool" with their eyes.

However, in the end, no one came out of the thick darkness.

Isaac felt like he was living a real-world nightmare.

A few hours later, when the body was found in the house, the officers scrambled, including Isaac.However, after rushing to the scene, something that made him feel chills happened just like that—in the house that he had cleaned up quite "clean", there appeared the mark of the serial killer Red Deer.

[Then... everything is out of control, this world is a bit abnormal, but no one seems to notice this. 】

Isaac sat at his desk with a cup of hot coffee, thinking.

Is it really the red deer?Isaac didn't know why the serial killer would help him, the whole scene was meticulously re-arranged, and the police officers who arrived at the scene for the first time would vomit and be shocked by the bloody scene, and they probably couldn't really detect something was wrong .But Isaac knew the difference, and if what he was doing that night was a normal cleanup, Red Deer's re-arranging of the crime scene was the perfect art of killing.Not to mention Calvin, even the traces of Isaac himself were perfectly cleaned from that "art exhibition".

No, it's more likely that Red Deer simply wants to do this...

Isaac's fingers firmly held the handle of the mug, and he always had a feeling of uneasiness, accompanied by a strong, uneasy premonition.

"Drip-drip-"

At this moment, Isaac heard the voice of the internal contact phone, he finally recovered from his contemplation, and then he picked up the receiver.He thought it would be further news about the tragedy at the Red Beard Villa, but he didn't expect it to be another bad news.

"Did you go to the Adventist sisters' shelter three nights ago?"

On the other end of the microphone, his superior asked very bluntly.Isaac was stunned for a moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated——

"Yes, that's right."

he admitted.

"The Adventist senior pastor was murdered at the Sisters' Sanctuary. Judging by the preliminary circumstances at the scene, it must have been that son of a bitch Red Deer. The FBI thinks you'd better get there with us— —they have something they want to ask you."

"I see."

Isaac hung up the microphone heavily, and Thomas looked up at him.Isaac squeezed out an ugly smile reflexively.

"Dude, what's wrong?"

"Still the red deer."

Worried that he would show something suspicious in front of his colleagues, Isaac replied briefly.Thomas made an unbearable look.

"Oh my God, new case?!"

Although it was well concealed, Isaac could still see a trace of hidden fear in Thomas' eyes.This is not to blame Thomas for being too timid. Anyone who has seen the tragedy at the Red Beard Villa will have the same idea-it really shouldn't be something that humans can do.

There's some cruelty, and you can attribute it to human brutality, but there's some... there's something that even the cops can feel, and that's something darker.

Red Deer's "artistic creation" is undoubtedly the latter.

Isaac put on his coat indiscriminately, took out the things he needed from the messy table, and rushed out of the office in a hurry.

When he arrived at the gate of the police station, there was already a car waiting for him, except for his leader, Ivo Chick (this is a black man as big as a mountain, his bald head would make the Reminiscent of brown MM beans), and a thin, blond female.When Isaac got into the car, he keenly felt the woman's probing gaze on him.

That gaze was as sharp as a dagger.

"Anna Beta. FBI."

She reached out to Isaac.

"You can call me Ai Zac." Ai Zac held her hand indifferently, "What is the specific situation?"

"You were here three days ago?"

Anna didn't answer Isaac, but started to ask him questions.

"Yes, it was very late at night. When I came home from duty, I saw a little girl wandering the streets nearby. She claimed that her mother was beaten and mentally persecuted here. But her mother herself Others from the Advent faction said that it was a misunderstanding caused by the girl's mental allergies... I remember that I have written all the details in the report?"

"I just think it will be clearer to know from myself."

Anna subtly avoided looking at Isaac.

"Now the problems we are facing are very troublesome. In some places, we will inevitably want to double-check. The victim, Imogen Paine, is a senior member of the Adventist faction. He suffered a lot of torture before he died, so the pressure we are facing Very loud." Anna's voice sounded dry, and Isaac quickly noticed two deep haggard lines under her eyes.

"In the end what happened?"

"...he was drained of all the blood in his body."

"Drained..."

Isaac repeated with some confusion.

Anna Beta's expression made Isaac feel a little creepy - not because of the people sitting in this car, but because of her unspoken words and the restrained fear in her eyes, which reminded him of that night suddenly, A night at Redbeard's villa.

That bloody and dark breath is the same.

"It's hard to describe, he was literally drained of all blood, everything." Anna seemed to be completely unaware that she kept repeating that word, "You'll know when you see it, completely Total, Red Hart killing—only he could pull off such an unthinkable and exquisitely crafted murder."

A short time later, the car pulled up at the gate of the shelter.

During the day, you can clearly see the lush rose bushes and lawn behind the iron gate of the Shelter House. The whole house looks much brighter and more advanced than at night. Of course, the faint sense of alienation is not there. Nothing changes.

A yellow cordon has been erected around the asylum house, and outside the cordon, there have been media reporters and some troublemakers taking pictures with their mobile phones.

The moment they saw them, Isaac and Anna uttered a dirty word at the same time.

Ivo shrugged: "No way, Red Deer is a big favorite now."

He muttered sarcastically, leading Isaac and Anna into the shelter.