Chapter 1890

Bale-man looked at the bloody scene in front of him with slight shock. In fact, such scenes were rare even in Gotham, because this young man named Dick was almost evenly distributed on the forest floor in front of him. He was torn too much.

Not to mention soft skin and internal organs, human bones were quite difficult things. Without professional tools, it was very difficult to smash bones so thoroughly. Could it be that this serial killer carried a wood chipper with him?

Bale-man slowly narrowed his eyes. He carefully thought about it and felt something was wrong.

The degree of damage to the body was very high, so it was impossible to judge the specific time of death. But judging from the coagulation of the blood, the fragments of the body shouldn't have been scattered here for more than two hours.

But there was a problem: people die when they are killed. Before dying, they must have screamed. Even if the suspect killed Dick first and then smashed him so thoroughly, Dick would definitely have resisted and fled when the killer moved. Even if he couldn't run, he would have shouted for help loudly because he knew the camp was very close.

But Bale-man didn't hear any screams. That is to say, this young man who was killed didn't die after Bale-man returned to the camp. His time of death might have just coincided with the time Bale-man left the camp to explore the stream.

But there was another problem. During the time Dick was harmed, the camp wasn't completely empty. Not to mention the pair of dogs who ran to the other side of the camp for who knows what, didn't Dr. Schiller hear any calls for help in the camp?

Bale-man turned to look at Schiller, and Schiller clearly understood his meaning. He slowly shook his head and said, "No, I didn't hear any sound, not even the sound of fighting."

Bale-man immediately frowned tightly. This meant there could be two situations. The first is that the serial killer was already so strong that he could kill with one blow, directly beheading the other party, giving the other party no chance to make a sound. The second is that the serial killer used some kind of anesthetic to kidnap Dick to another place and kill him cruelly.

"The second possibility is higher." Batman suddenly spoke.

Bale-man was stunned. Did their thoughts communicate? This should be exactly what the other self and he speculated. After all, they were both Batmen.

And what was magical was that the female agent named Natasha and Dr. Schiller also seemed to understand Batman's meaning and knew what the second possibility was. Natasha took the initiative to suggest.

"You returned to the camp earlier, which means the time the killer had to move and dispose of the body wouldn't be very long. So if he chose to kidnap, it means his base wouldn't be very far from here, otherwise he wouldn't have had time to make a round trip."

"Why did he throw the body back to this place and make it so..." Schiller put his hand under his nose, seemingly disgusted by the smell of blood. He shook his head and said, "He could have completely washed the body away with the water."

"Don't forget, Doctor, this isn't a murder case occurring in a civilized society." Batman stepped forward and picked up a uniform fragment, squeezing the edge of the fragment hard. His voice became lower, and he said, "The killer isn't trying to destroy the body and escape legal sanctions, but using every method to make us feel angry and afraid. He is here to torture us."

"I think we should move forward." Natasha looked into the distance and said, "While the sky is still bright, maybe we can find the serial killer's home in this direction. I guess it will be a fairly obvious hunter's cabin."

Both Batmen nodded, agreeing with this statement. But at this time, the main-universe Batman said, "We also need someone to stay behind to guard the camp and protect our survival supplies and fire. So who stays?"

Schiller thought for a moment and said, "Staying behind alone isn't very safe. With physical fitness weakened, I'm afraid none of us have the ability to face the serial killer alone. It's best to have two people cooperate."

Bale-man also began to think. In fact, it was hard to say which was more dangerous—staying behind to guard the camp or going out to explore. Because the serial killer might be in the camp, or might use Dick's body as bait to lure them over and then raid the camp, looting their fire so that they would fall into a disadvantage at night.

"How about this, the three of you have relatively strong investigative abilities, and I can go back to prepare food. You can choose one more person to stay behind," Schiller took the initiative to stand out.

"Then I'll stay." Natasha sighed lightly and said, "I'm an agent, not a detective. You guys are better at finding clues."

"Although a bit superstitious, I believe in my intuition." Natasha turned her head to look ahead again and said, "The serial killer is very likely not in his base right now. This is a great opportunity to collect clues and find his weaknesses. It's best to find two efficient people to go, so as not to waste a precious opportunity."

What she said was also reasonable. If they could really break into the serial killer's empty house now, then it would have to be the two Batmen. Because besides being able to find clues, they might also be able to cause some destruction. This required both a detective's brain and powerful physical strength. There was no combination better than two Batmen.

The two Batmen looked at each other and finally nodded. They turned and walked toward the depths of the woods.

And after they left, Schiller and Natasha smiled at each other and turned back to the camp.

The two Batmen walked one after the other, quite tacitly, one paying attention to the left side and one paying attention to the right side, moving forward all the way without finding any footprints, until they caught a glimpse of the shadow of a building through the gaps in the dense forest.

They immediately lowered their bodies, hiding behind a thick cluster of bushes, observing the situation in the cabin.

It looked like the house wasn't big, only one floor, and it was a very typical forest cabin, but it had a relatively spacious yard. From this angle, they couldn't see what was in the yard, but they could just happen to see a window in the house.

The window could almost see the scene inside the house at a glance, but there were indeed some positions in the corner that couldn't be seen. But Bale-man stared at the front with burning eyes and lowered his voice, saying, "He's not here. I think we can go in."

After speaking, he moved his steps lightly and walked forward quickly. Batman followed closely behind, and the two walked one after the other to the foot of the wall behind the cabin.

Bale-man tore off his mask, took off the very conspicuous bat ears, and then looked up inside. The house was indeed empty, without any signs of human activity.

They circled to the front yard and found that this was a small logging camp, but it wasn't surprising. In such a jungle, the most important thing was to keep warm.

Anyone who has used a fireplace knows how un-durable wood is. It's very likely that a spacious warehouse full of firewood is barely enough for one winter, so in autumn, one has to go out to chop wood almost every day, and the firewood has to be chopped and stockpiled.

Bale-man looked around with his hands hanging down, as if looking for something. Suddenly, his steps paused, and he walked toward the other side of the cabin. He lifted the black waterproof cloth and looked—sure enough, it was a wood chipper stained with blood foam.

Seeing the bone fragments inside, Bale-man sighed. He pulled the waterproof cloth completely off and then began to look for possible clues around.

He saw Batman walking toward the house, but soon returned, standing at the door and saying to Bale-man, "You should come see this."

Bale-man put down the waterproof cloth in his hand and walked into the house one after the other with Batman. This was indeed a quite typical hunter's cabin. Opposite the door was a deer head hanging above the fireplace. In front of the fireplace were animal skin rugs and two sofas.

The dining room and kitchen were combined. The island was on the right, and the door to the bedroom was on the left. After walking in, there was a bed. The pillows and quilt covers were also animal skin products. Judging from the corner of the bed exposed under the sheet, this should be a handmade wooden bed.

Bale-man walked to the fireplace, took a look, and said, "This is new wood. The other party should have left not long ago."

Walking out of the door on the side of the kitchen, they came to the tool room and warehouse. The wood chipper was placed outside the warehouse window, and the inside of the warehouse was full of hunting tools.

Including tripwires, binding ropes, carts, various animal traps, and a large pile of hunting gun bullets, but unfortunately, no thermal weapons were seen, but there were two quite good axes.

Bale-man picked up one of them and weighed it in his hand, then frowned slightly. He turned his head and looked through the two doors at the bed in the bedroom, lost in thought.

Batman stopped in front of a hanging board. What was hanging on it was a bait-triggered animal trap, the kind of clip that is common in cartoons, where you put a piece of cheese in the middle and it snaps shut.

Bale-man also walked over. He found that there were four nails on the hanging board. Logically speaking, there should be four clips hanging, but now only three were left. Judging from the accumulation of dust, the last clip should have been taken away just now.

And then they found that the box for tripwires was missing a bundle of wire, and there were traces of springs and parts being turned over.

"He is very likely to have made a pressure trap himself." Bale-man speculated, "By the pressure of someone tripping, he launches certain things. The most likely are metal long nails or sharp wooden sticks he whittled himself."

"Typical horror movie plot." Batman summarized.

Suddenly, Bale-man seemed to realize something and said, "Wait, isn't us splitting into two groups also the most typical horror movie plot? Isn't this giving the serial killer a chance?"

As soon as the words fell, faint shouts of killing came from afar. The two Batmen immediately rushed out of the door and hurried back without stopping.

With a "bang" of a gunshot, the atmosphere became tense to the extreme. The two Batmen could no longer spare their physical strength and flew back to the camp at the fastest speed.

A faint smell of blood came in the wind, indicating that no one was seriously injured, but they saw Schiller using strips of cloth torn from a bat cape to bandage Natasha.

Natasha had an obvious graze wound on her upper arm. Because of the burning, it wasn't bleeding anymore. Schiller was wiping the edge of the wound for her and peeling off the charred skin tissue.

"What happened? Did you see him?" Bale-man asked with some anxiety.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Natasha hit a pheasant with a stone, and I planned to process it for soup, but it would be too wasteful to use bottled pure water, so she planned to go to the stream to get some water."

"Then I saw his figure behind the bushes." Natasha sighed, then gasped in pain and said, "He was holding a gun, with a long wooden stick on his back, and something hanging on his waist. I guess it was an animal trap."

"He found me first. I immediately hid behind a tree, but I didn't expect him to shoot directly. Fortunately, his marksmanship wasn't very accurate, and the bullet flew past my arm."

"Did you see what he looked like?"

"I was in an unfavorable light position, so I didn't see it very clearly, but this guy is very tall and strong, and very alert."