Chapter 2560: Rustling Down (55)

Shiler stood at the entrance of the police station with ease.

He used his hand to straighten the cuffs that were a bit wrinkled due to lifting his hands to drive, checked whether the umbrella he used this afternoon was stuck with mud, and finally walked over to pick up the sculpture Gordon threw away, and patted the dust on it.

The police station was in a mess.

Under Gordon's several phone calls, his capable subordinates rushed over one after another. After everyone arrived, they picked up their guns and rushed into the police station, and after a while, they rushed out in the same unrestrained posture, looking at the sky and the earth, doubting the world.

The seven or eight people who came this time didn't even have one who dared to touch the thing on the ground.

Mainly because the main body of the sculpture had a certain freedom of movement after being put down by Gordon. It kept twisting on the ground, and the blood in the sewing threads seeped out, leaving black-red marks on the skin. The bright-colored sewing threads shuttled between them, looking even more terrifying.

Shiler walked to the entrance of the police station hall, looked inside through the revolving door, Gordon and his subordinates were all holding guns, looking at each other, the expressions on their faces were as if they were saying "Deal with this thing? Me?"

"Shiler!!" Gordon had to shout: "I didn't call you here to watch!"

"I think your wording about me on the phone before was a bit impolite..."

"What time is it now and still... okay, Professor Shiler, I shouldn't have said so many dirty words, okay?"

"I mean, I think your definition of a murderer has a little bit of..."

Gordon really couldn't help it, cursed again, and then said to his subordinates: "Call Jonathan Crane! And that Valentine, Pamela, Jack..."

The subordinates immediately began to search the address book. After calling for a long time, Pamela was too busy, Jack was sleeping, and in the end, only Jonathan and Valentine could come.

After a while, the two arrived late. As soon as they saw Shiler, they revealed a mysterious smile at the same time.

Walking into the police station hall, the two saw the thing still wriggling on the ground, and their footsteps became hesitant.

Jonathan immediately looked up at the rope hanging on the beam of the police station. He almost instantly made up the original appearance of this work, and then shook his head with some regret and said, "You shouldn't have put it down, what a perfect sculpture."

"I want to go to Mexico a bit." Valentine sighed.

"I didn't call you here to be sentimental, hurry up and get this thing open!!" Gordon roared at them.

Jonathan shrugged and said, "I think its current form is another expression of this artwork, I don't want to destroy..."

"Hurry up and get it open!!!!!"

Jonathan waved his hand, signaling Gordon to be calm. He walked up and squatted on the ground, checked the state of the human skin cocoon, and then beckoned to Valentine and said, "It seems this is your job."

Valentine walked over, reached out and pulled the ear of this layer of skin backward, and sure enough, found the knife edge behind the ear.

"Give me a pair of scissors." Valentine said.

The police officer next to him immediately took a pair of scissors, but it was the kind of blunt-headed scissors commonly used in the office. Valentine sneered with dissatisfaction and said, "If you still want to leave more evidence for the forensic doctor, go find a pair of professional surgical scissors."

At this time, a pair of surgical scissors was handed to Valentine. Valentine looked up and saw that the hand holding the scissors had a paleness different from the police. It was Shiler.

Valentin said nothing, took the scissors, and gently cut along the invisible suture line of the wound behind the ear. He removed the thread with extreme care, then proceeded from bottom to top, cutting open the stitched incision on the scalp.

"Unbelievable..." Valentine muttered to himself: "Judging from the traces of the fusion of the sewing threads, this person has been dead for no more than 12 hours, and being able to complete the perfect full-body suture within 12 hours, he must be a top surgeon."

Gordon's ears stood up immediately, and his several subordinates opened the recording equipment without him saying anything.

"More importantly, all these suture cuts were very precise when cut, and they were also accurate when sutured. Perhaps he had already thought about what kind of work he wanted to create before cutting the wound."

"Because only a sufficiently invisible incision will prevent the surgical sutures from affecting the effect of these decorative stitches; it won't steal the show, but rather..."

"Can you stop talking?" Gordon said: "I know you are a serial killer with artistic taste, or you can save it for a day in court."

Valentine curled his lips and didn't continue to say anything. The movements on his hands were not fast, and could even be called cautious.

Precisely because he was unwilling to destroy the knife edge and the traces of the suture line with too fast movements, how this piece of human skin was wrapped on was how it was removed.

The head was divided into two parts. The knife edge went all the way up from behind the ear. The skin of the back of the head was complete. What was amazing was that the skin of the facial part was also complete, not cut and then sewn separately, but a whole piece of human skin mask.

When the last sewing thread was cut, Valentine carefully uncovered the human skin of the face as if treating a treasure.

What was revealed was Clay's face.

He sprang up suddenly like a resurrected zombie, took a deep breath, and then began to vomit violently. But precisely because of this violent movement, more blood seeped out from the sutures and the wound, and several police officers retreated further away.

"Can you be honest?" Valentine said: "These decorative threads are all sewn into your skin. Doesn't it hurt to struggle like this?"

Clay just let out a meaningless scream. Valentine leaned over to look carefully, only to find that his lips were also sewn, also using invisible suture lines, sewn very delicately.

"It seems he needs to calm down." Jonathan looked back at Gordon.

Gordon turned his head away, his expression was whatever you want to do, I didn't see anything.

Jonathan took out a needle and stabbed it into Clay's neck. After a while, Clay rolled his eyes and fainted, which finally allowed Valentine to work quietly.

Not long after, he peeled off the whole human skin.

This human skin was surprisingly complete, with only a complete cut from the right armpit to the ankle, and no other parts were cut.

Not to mention how he used this one cut to stuff people in, the key is that he can use this one cut to peel off the skin, which can be called ingenious.

Valentine looked at the human skin cocoon and sighed.

Now the human body without internal support presented the human skin cocoon more completely to everyone. It looked like a dress used for the Day of the Dead. If it wasn't said that this was made of human skin, people would definitely sigh at the ingenuity of the craftsman and the high aesthetic.

More importantly, after Clay's struggle, blood flowed down from the wounds of the sewing threads, soaking the originally overly bright sewing threads into a uniform black-red tone.

The more intense the bleeding part of the struggle, such as the joints, the more the color tended to the color of blood, while those parts that didn't move much still had the original bright colors, presenting a gorgeous gradient on the slightly darker skin, like a transition from life to death.

A person's death is not the end. Everything before his death will become the cocoon of another person, either strangling the young worm to suffocate him, or letting him break out of the cocoon and be reborn, as if indicating the traditional proverb of the Aztecs—"The dead are in the coffin, the living are reveling."

The room was silent for a while.

After a long time, Gordon let out a long breath, beckoned to his subordinates, and let them lift the bloody Clay onto a stretcher and send him to the hospital.

When Clay woke up again, he was wrapped in bandages. Gordon and several police officers were talking about something, while Shiler, Jonathan, and Valentine stood by the door.

After Clay woke up, he let out a scream. After seeing Shiler, his face was even paler. He desperately broke free from the constraints of the quilt and shouted regardless of the pain on his body: "You damn murderer!!!"

"Chief Gordon, why don't you arrest him?! He sealed me into a human skin!! He is this damn pervert, madman..."

Shiler turned and walked towards him.

Clay's roar stopped abruptly.

His face was pale and he kept arching towards the head of the bed, shouting fiercely: "Don't come over!! I am a police officer!!! Don't..."

"Are you feeling better? Mr. Clay, it seems that Jonathan's overdose of medicine made you have some hallucinations."

"I didn't have hallucinations, it was you..."

"Tell me what's going on." Gordon interrupted Clay's meaningless shouting and said, "Start from when you left the police station this afternoon, don't let go of any details."

"I drove to a manor to investigate..."

"What time? Driving what car? What manor did you go to?" Gordon said impatiently: "You are also a professional criminal investigation graduate, these elements don't need me to teach you."

"Probably 3 o'clock in the afternoon, driving the public vehicle assigned to me by the police station, went to... Rodriguez Manor."

"First of all, I allowed you to investigate, but didn't give you the right to use the car. Secondly, you'd better not tell me that you entered the interior of the manor."

Gordon's eyes became more and more unkind, but Clay shouted at him: "What time is it now, you still care about these rules and regulations, I was almost killed by a terrifying murderer!!"

Gordon tried hard to restrain his not-so-good expression and said, "Can you say that your dangerous situation has nothing to do with your reckless actions?"

"This is victim-blaming!"

"Did you really enter the manor?"

"So what?!"

Gordon finally couldn't hold it anymore. His face was darker than the bottom of the pot. Finally, he stood up, looked at Shiler and said, "I'm sorry, Professor, I should have signed his dismissal notice in advance."

"Do you think you don't have to be responsible if you do this?"

"I mean if we can arrest him directly, without going through the internal review process." Gordon said with his lips tightly pursed: "If he is not a police officer now, he is trespassing, and now he is, so he is violating the law."

"I was just investigating the hometown of this murderer!"

"Then what evidence did you find?"

"What evidence is needed, he kidnapped me and sewed me into, sewed into a human skin..."

"Very good, then where is the crime scene?" 【2560

"How would I know?! I was knocked unconscious by him, but it was definitely inside that manor of his!"

"Are there any witnesses?"

Clay opened his mouth, immediately looked at Bullock among the police squad, and said, "He went to investigate with me; he must have seen it!"

"Sorry, I didn't see anything," Bullock said. "I just heard a thud from the backyard, then you were gone, and I had no choice but to leave on my own."

"But I was attacked inside the Rodriguez Manor!" Clay roared.

"But you shouldn't have been at the Rodriguez Manor in the first place," Gordon said.

"You must have been bought off by him, you damn dirty cop!"

The atmosphere in the room froze.