Chapter 2559: Rustling Down (54)

"Phew, finally done." The female police officer flicked her ponytail back, held the walkie-talkie and said, "Negotiation expert news, the side on the west is willing to make concessions, provided that the side on the east must pay for the funeral, which is also a common thing."

The tall police officer leaning on the police car put away the leg that was placed diagonally next to him, stood up straight, straightened his collar, and said to the walkie-talkie, "Let them move the corpses out first, both sides withdraw from the two sides, and then throw out two or three troublemakers."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy. One side is an outsider. It's too difficult to let them push scapegoats." The female police officer's intermittent voice came from the walkie-talkie, "They don't understand Cat Getan's rules, and their accents are particularly heavy. I'm too lazy to waste saliva with them, just arrest them directly."

"You are still so fierce, Desna. Okay, I notify the special service team to arm,... pay attention to all aspects! Pay attention to all aspects!"

The police were busy in an orderly manner, guarding several exits of the residential area, leaving only two small paths for both sides to withdraw.

On the local side, two minors were kicked out. After being pressed by the police, they were still cursing, threatening to make the opposite side look good.

The police immediately put hoods on them. After they were put on, the police standing at the intersection waved their hands, and the reporters swarmed up.

"What led to this fire fight?"

"What about casualties? Is anyone dead? Have ambulances arrived?"

"Will this affect the normal opening of the trading market? How many days will it be closed? What do the stall owners and investors think?"

"Are there any police injured in this suppression activity? Do you strictly follow the no-shooting act?"

And the police also shouted routinely, "Make way! Make way! Arrest the criminals! Don't hinder official business! Everything will be explained at the hearing and press conference!"

"Please wait for the press conference! Don't get close! Don't get close!"

And that group of outsiders really, as the female police officer said, didn't understand the rules of pushing scapegoats at all. As soon as they said they were going to run, they all ran away.

Fortunately, the special service team was ambushed at the intersection under the leadership of the female police officer. Two taser shots knocked down the two unlucky guys who ran the slowest.

After these two were pressed, the female police officer found that they were neither minors nor pregnant women. This is good, sit in prison until the bottom.

Then the police and nearby residents helped up the stalls that were smashed in the trading market so that they could open normally tomorrow. It was already late at night after all the mess was cleaned up.

"Withdraw!" Gordon's voice on the walkie-talkie was still steady and powerful.

Before getting into the police car, the female police officer pinched out the cigarette butt, opened the car door and sat in, looked at Gordon next to him and said, "Done, Chief."

"Are there any abnormalities in the two people caught?"

"Abnormalities? Is it abnormal to be abnormally stupid?"

"I mean physical characteristics."

"Nothing special physical characteristics, just ordinary Mexicans."

"Tattoos?"

"They are outsiders, what is the need to look at tattoos?" The female police officer looked at Gordon with some confusion, but still said to the walkie-talkie, "Laudas, let Big Foot strip the clothes of those two people and see the tattoos."

After a while, the female police officer received a picture on her mobile phone. She handed it to Gordon. After seeing one of the tattoo patterns, Gordon revealed a knowing look.

Countless police cars flashing police lights flew in the night, announcing the end of another big case. Most of the police scattered after driving the cars back to the police station, but Gordon's documents hadn't been sorted out, and today's affairs also needed to be filed. He led several subordinates to walk into the police station.

This operation can be considered a nest out, or there were not many police on night shift. After leaving, the police station was pitch black except for the duty room where the lights were still on.

Gordon walked in, followed muscle memory, reached out and turned on the light. The next second, he froze in place.

In the short second from black to bright, cold sweat soaked his back.

A person was hanging in the center of the police station hall.

A naked Mexican.

But this person was too weird.

His dark skin revealed an abnormal paleness, as if it had been soaked for a long time and was a bit swollen, floating a layer of white film on the dark background. Gordon knew that was a sign of no life.

His skin was abnormally wrinkled, as if it wasn't grown on his body normally, but put on later.

Starting from the head, bright-colored sewing threads wove complex and beautiful patterns. There were the most sewing threads on the head, black, red, purple, blue, and green intertwined, using the facial structure to sew a skull pattern of the Mexican Day of the Dead.

The patterns intertwined on the neck and spreading to the arms and shoulders were all of the same Day of the Dead decoration style.

His hands were hung up and fixed to the ceiling. Many small decorations of the Day of the Dead were tied to the rope fixing him, and a large string of masks and sculptures were also hanging under his feet.

This is a human Day of the Dead Christmas tree.

"Take him down quickly!!" Gordon roared.

The police officer behind him didn't move for a long time, obviously scared silly. In Cat Getan, they have seen many corpses, and no one is afraid of corpses. Most of the corpses they have seen are very disgusting, but this one is not.

The colors of the sewing threads are bright but coordinated, filled with strong Mexican style, making people think of that colorful country at a glance. It is not ugly, and can even be said to be very beautiful. If someone wears such a suit to the Day of the Dead party, it will definitely be very popular.

The decorations hanging on it are also coordinated. The ancient sculptures dilute the visual stimulation of strong colors and bring an ancient charm to the overall layout, making people think of the long history of Mexico in addition to the brilliant art culture.

The layout of the lights is also very particular. Along with the moment Gordon turned on the light, the small light bulbs dotted between the sewing threads also lit up, as if the opening of a grand party.

This thing shouldn't be placed in the Cat Getan Police Station, but should be placed in the Mexican National Museum of History, and it would also be fine to place it at the opening ceremony of the Day of the Dead.

At the same time, the skull formed by the sewing threads tracing the facial features replaced the original expression of the human body, making people feel that there is another soul in the corpse watching, which is creepy.

"What is the smell?" Gordon asked, sniffing his nose.

"It seems like something is burning." The police officer behind him immediately looked around, and then found some traces on the ground.

The female police officer squatted down, picked up the black ash after burning, smelled it and said, "It seems to be resin."

Gordon didn't roar at them to take the corpse down again, but walked forward, stood in the ashes of resin burning, and stared at this colorful sculpture.

A colorful feather fell from the decoration on the top of his head and floated into Gordon's hand.

"The dead are in the coffin, the living are reveling..."

Gordon recited a Spanish proverb, and the female police officer walked up and asked, "What?"

"Nothing, this is a traditional proverb of the Day of the Dead, meaning that the dead have fallen asleep, and the living should celebrate for them."

"Why? Shouldn't it be sad?"

"They don't seem to see death as the end." Gordon shook his head and said, "They see death as the starting point of another eternal life. This is celebrating them moving towards a new heaven."

The male police officer who finally walked over suddenly froze. He made a scream in disbelief, and then shouted: "He is moving!! He is moving!!! He is not dead yet!!!!!"

Gordon and the female police officer immediately retreated, and then found that the legs of the corpse above twitched.

They hurried to call more police, and seven hands and eight feet took the corpse down. During the process, Gordon touched the back of the corpse and found that it was not as cold as he imagined.

The speed of heat loss after human death is very fast, and there is a different kind of ice cold, which feels like tree bark after a rainy night. As long as there is a little warmth, it will not make people feel the distance between life and death so clearly.

But the body temperature of this corpse is wrong. Although it is not as hot as a living person, it is not as cold as a dead person.

After laying the corpse flat on the ground, Gordon saw the details clearly. He reached out and pulled the sewing threads in shock, and shouted at everyone: "This is not his skin! There is someone inside!!!"

By the end, Gordon was almost screaming. At first, no one could understand what he meant, and when they reacted, everyone retreated a step in unison.

The corpse twisted.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The Cat Getan Police Station let out an unprecedented scream, not from the corpse, all from the police.

That tall police officer knelt down, the female police officer pulled out her gun and fired two shots, and others found cover, screaming and running while running.

Gordon also sat on the ground.

This is too scary!!!

The corpse is not scary, the weird and beautiful corpse is not scary, the warm corpse is not scary, and even the moving corpse is not scary.

What is scary is that when this thing twists, the skin is not moving like a normal person at all. The skin that was sewn on is not compliant at all. When it moves, the wrinkles and stretching do not conform to common sense rules at all.

Very similar but different is the biggest source of terror.

He looks like a monster wrapped in human skin, seemingly struggling to break out of the cocoon by constantly twisting, which gives people too much terrifying imagination.

Gordon pulled open a sewing thread on the arm closest to him with slightly trembling hands, and finally found a wound that was almost seamlessly combined on the palm.

Following the wound, he pushed it away. Under the bloody skin was not fat and muscle, but another layer of skin.

Gordon really couldn't stand it. He threw away that arm, stepped back several steps, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Mobile phone... give me the mobile phone..."

The female police officer next to him took out her mobile phone and handed it to him. Gordon pressed a string of numbers. After waiting for a long time, the phone was finally connected.

"Hello? Professor Shiler? There is a corpse here... no, I mean, there is a weird and terrifying corpse here that no one dares to touch except the murderer!!"

"...... I didn't ask you to come over, I asked you to hurry up and summon all the damn murderers you know to fly over immediately!!!!"

Shiler put down the phone. Gordon's terrified shouting still echoed in the room. He didn't rush to take off the raincoat on his body, put on his trench coat, and tidied up his hair in front of the mirror.

Before going out, he saw the sculpture placed at the door by Martin. After thinking about it, he took the box and got into the car.

Shiler soon saw Gordon and his subordinates outside the gate of the Cat Getan Police Station. Note, it was outside the gate of the courtyard, even 200 meters away from the duty room.

"For you." Shiler stuffed the sculpture in his hand into Gordon's arms and said, "Celebrate that you are still alive and not pissed off by the students."

Gordon lowered his head and saw a Mexican-style sculpture.

"Ah!!!"

The sculpture was thrown out. ===== CHAPTER 2560 =====

"Ah!!!"

The sculpture was thrown out.