Especially when he thought that these dried blood threads might be Wright, he vomited violently, even vomiting out acid water.
"Check for traces."
Hitzfeld resisted the urge to vomit and said to his companions.
Her voice was cold.
Anyway, she was sure that the servant existed before... She vaguely heard the conversation.
He must know something.
At this point in time, the other party should not have escaped far.
Chapter 60 Scene
Xia Yibing glanced at her, feeling a little embarrassed.
She was smart and she thought about more things… Before this tragedy happened, the whole team could be said to have a common goal, which was to go to Kerge, but after the tragedy, it was hard to say what Moore-Sali would do.
Will he choose to stay and investigate the case?
How do I check?
Should we call the police?
What about their identity issue?
On the one hand, it wasted time and exposed the disguise of their third-round spies. On the other hand, the situation in Senling City might be transmitted at any time. By then, they would definitely not be able to leave, and the Undead Party would fly over like vultures smelling rotten meat.
So she was a little embarrassed and hesitant, and hadn't figured out how to deal with the relationships within the team in the face of this change.
Turning back, she saw Hitzfeld's deep eyes.
The girl stared at her with her one blue eye, glanced at the old Moore who was still vomiting, and nodded slightly to her.
Xia Yibing pursed her lips and shook her head to indicate that she understood. She took out a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and put them on herself. She and Russell walked together and began to search for clues.
The traces are not difficult to find.
The blood and meat threads hanging in the house... If I had to describe it precisely, it would be that there was an artist with a problem in his brain. He found a lot of cheese and melted them, turning them all into a sticky paste. He then poured them out one spoonful at a time, letting them fall on the walls, furniture, and the ground, and then hanging down in thin threads - and then replaced the cheese with meat paste and blood plasma.
Anyway, it was disgusting, very disgusting. Every time they took a step, they felt the soles of their feet were soft, and occasionally there would be a long streak of blood sweeping across their shoulders or heads, which really made their scalps numb.
The key factor that makes the traces easy to find is that they have been air-dried.
No one knew how long these horrible things had been hanging here. They were completely dry, and the fishy smell in the air was very faint, but there was a faint stench of spoiled meat.
The smell added to the nausea, and Old Moore finally managed to overcome his inner emotions and stop vomiting. He took a step forward and was smeared by the meat silk in the face. The strange smell penetrated his nose, and he seemed to vaguely see a curved hair wrapped around the meat silk...
"Ugh...!" He bent down again and began to try to spit out the acid.
"There are footprints here..." Russell was the first to find the clue. He pointed to the middle of the living room and asked others to come over to look at the traces. "He came down from the corridor and never left the house. He lived here for a while and would occasionally sit on the sofa."
The footprints revealed the other party's activities. Xia Yibing stared at the concave shoe prints, and then looked at the sofa whose surface was covered with blood and flesh coagulation. She really suspected that the guy who was not sure whether he was the murderer was mentally ill.
A normal person would feel nauseous just by seeing this scene, but he actually lived here for several days?
"It may take more than a few days." Hitzfeld shook his head. "We need to check the kitchen and the upstairs bedroom again."
Even if the other party was a pervert without mysophobia and could sit on these things without any burden... although they had already solidified and were unlikely to stick to his clothes... she felt that the other party was not perverted enough to have intimate physical contact with them.
Carefully avoiding the "murderer's" footprints, they found the kitchen and discovered that, just as the girl said, the stove here had been simply cleaned - the layer of condensation covering the surface was peeled off forcefully like turf.
This was probably a way of dealing with the matter perfunctorily, because it was just uncovered, uncovered - folded and piled there, as if the other party only needed to free up this small space.
After a minute in the kitchen, Hitzfeld led them upstairs.
Old Moore had vomited too much and his legs were weak at this moment. She asked Russell to support him, and she and the women went up the stairs in two groups, being very careful not to step on the footprints in the middle.
"Aisun." Xia Yibing couldn't help but remind her during the process, "I think we should leave here first."
She knew exactly what Hitzfeld was thinking... It was nothing more than that the servant who had talked to Old Moore before was very suspicious. She felt that the man was most likely not the murderer, but he must be the one the murderer had placed here to keep an eye on.
Tailing - isn't that right? The blood and flesh in this room couldn't be created by killing just one or two people. A conservative estimate is that there are more than ten or twenty people... But when Russell asked other people about the matter, no one mentioned the abnormality of this mansion. This shows that the disguise and cover-up started from the moment Wright disappeared. There are not many organizations in the whole Berwyn County that can do such a thing.
It’s nothing more than the Undead Party in the third round and the Deka Family.
There are three forces. If what Eugenie said about the third team is not credible, then there are only two forces on the same side as the Undead Party... No matter what their purpose is in committing such a tragedy, they sent people here to cover up and keep an eye on them... She felt that they should not get involved.
"Light-Sally may not be dead." She said, "They may want to ambush him, or ambush the time dragons that come looking for him... That person has left now, most likely to give a tip-off... We shouldn't stay here any longer!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped where they were.
It must be admitted that it makes sense, especially for Moore-Sali, whose pale face from excessive vomiting finally regained some spirit.
"That's right!" he said. "This amount of plasma can't be enough for one or two people... He must not be dead! He's so smart! He must not be dead!"
The corners of Hitzfeld's mouth curled up slightly.
She saw through the woman's mind. Although it made sense, Xia Yibing's main goal was to stabilize Old Moore first and prevent him from acting on his emotions and implicate them.
"I have a different opinion..." Russell said suddenly.
The others looked at him, only to see him squatting down a little and feeling around for the messy footprints with his hands, and whispered, "The depths are different... they don't belong to just one person."
"Yes." Hitzfeld said, "They belong to three people... One is short and fat, about 170 centimeters tall, and the other is tall, nearly 1 meters tall."
"...You have done in-depth research in this area." Russell looked at her with deep eyes.
"It's just the legacy of our ancestors." Hitzfeld didn't want to say more and began to continue explaining why she didn't take them away at the first moment.
"Look carefully at these two types of footprints." She used the white whale as a ruler and pointed out the two shoe prints she had explained at the beginning, pretending to teach them. "They are the most densely stacked, which means their owners have lived here longer... I think these two people are the real ones sent here to spy. If nothing unexpected happens, there must be an empty room upstairs that has not been contaminated, and we should be able to find more traces of life there."
They quickly went upstairs as she said and searched the entire haunted house, and sure enough, they found a clean guest room at the top of the west corridor.
There is no blood plasma or meat in here. Although the corners are filled with garbage and there is a strange smell in the air, it is really normal compared to the outside world.
They checked the place immediately and found wrinkles on the bed caused by two people's crushing. In addition, there were two water cups on the table next to it.
"They use this method to solve the problem of eating and drinking..."
Xia Yibing squatted in the corner of the garbage dump and picked out a few discarded newspapers.
The newspapers were old, some dating back two or three years. Their contents were nothing special, but their posture was special - they were thrown here as packaging garbage.
Each old newspaper retains a certain shape, similar to a hollow object, which means that they must have been wrapped in something. Combined with the paper bags and food residues on the ground, it is not difficult to imagine that someone regularly throws food in from outside.
So it was indeed a gang, and her guess was correct.
She also didn't think that Hitzfeld hadn't thought of these things, and began to wonder why the girl didn't seem to be in a hurry.
Well... there are indeed only two people living here, but there is indeed a third type of footprints.
Suddenly, the woman thought: Since the two stalkers are solving their food, drink and accommodation problems here, why would they clean the kitchen after having nothing better to do?
Although only a small area was cleaned, there were signs that the stove had been used. The person who cleaned it undoubtedly intended to use it to cook food, which did not match the information in the room!
She still remembered the shoe prints of these two people. They specifically left their footprints in places where the blood mud was not too thick, and sometimes they even deliberately walked on the edge of the corner - showing how much they hated the environment outside.
They would rather stay in their smelly bedrooms to solve all their problems, and are reluctant to go out only when food is delivered outside. How can such people clean the kitchen and use it to make food for themselves?
So it was obviously done by a third person.
This person was not from the "organization" she had speculated.
It is very likely that the two stalkers belonging to the "organization" were killed by him.
He lived here for some time after that.
He is also waiting for someone.
He may not leave now.
Even if he left, he wouldn't go to tip off others.
Chapter 61: Chasing the Murderer
They tacitly agreed not to talk about this matter, and as they further searched the haunted house, they soon found the tools used to commit the murder in the attic.
A meat grinder, a little gray, but still looks relatively new with very little rust.
An old, dusty sausage stuffer - the machine that makes sausages by breaking up the meat and forcing it into casings.
Next to this thing were two large pots with several large iron spoons in them. A layer of blood plasma and mud had condensed on their surfaces and they were all black in color. One could imagine that they used these things to smash the corpses, then mixed them with the blood plasma and stirred them into mud in the pots, which they then splashed along the way, eventually turning the house into this.
This was certainly a very brutal act, but they all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it.
Because they prove that it was people, not evil spirits, who turned the house into this.
"Can something like this happen in the third round?" Xia Yibing expressed deep doubt.
Talignan Third Intelligence Agency… Although Talignan is weak to Sara, in terms of political status as countries, the two collectives are equal.
This also means that the Third Intelligence Agency is also equal to the Sarah Homeland Security Agency. Suspecting the Third Agency's madness is no less than suspecting other colleagues for her, which has a shocking impact on her philosophy and beliefs.
"It doesn't look like the work of the Deathly Haunted Party." Russell shook his head. "It looks more like pure revenge."
"You said you've been here before?" Hitzfeld suddenly asked Moore, "Then you should remember the terrain around here?"
"Remember a little..." Old Moore nodded.
"Try to see what happened here in the past?"
"You're kidding me... With so much blood... I don't need an evil creature to cover me!"
"Then there is another possibility besides revenge..." Others heard her muttering, "Block the Time Dragon's perception and prevent it from knowing what happened here."
Then she continued to look for Moore and asked him in detail about the terrain nearby.
"As you can see, there is water on all sides here." Moore nodded, "These houses are all connected... separated from each other by waterways... I'm not sure where that person escaped to. I didn't even see him!"
This discussion seems to be meaningless.
"The bodies of those two men could not be found."
Russell stood up from his half-squatting position and clapped his hands, rubbing off the blood and mud.
"I think they may have become one with the mansion."
The others looked at the two meat grinders and sausage stuffers with him, curling their lips and feeling disgusted.
The mysterious third person appeared almost suddenly, killed the two people who were stalking here - they must be part of the murderer group - and then continued to live here, keeping those people covering up the haunted house until they discovered the haunted house and then disappeared.
Who is that guy?
What is his purpose in doing this?
Just then, they heard a commotion coming from downstairs.
"It's Conte." Hitzfeld then remembered that there were other people on the boat. They had been waiting for them for a long time, so they would definitely want to come in and take a look.
Going downstairs quickly, they saw Sixus, Jerry, and Makai huddled at the door. Jerry and Makai were lying on the ground vomiting, while the hairy loli looked at the living room with disgust, and then directed this disgusted look at them who were going downstairs.
"You are willing to walk around in a place like this." She grinned, "How disgusting... If you two don't take a good shower, don't even think about sleeping with me again~"
"Connie." Hitzfeld walked up and started calling her by her intimate nickname.
Sixus's expression was disgusted for a moment, but he still frowned: "If you have something to say, please tell me quickly... Then we will leave here!"
"Leave? We have to leave..." Hitzfeld continued to nod, but Xia Yibing noticed that she had just glanced quickly upstairs.
"What I want to say is that you and Jie Li went out to buy lunch at noon. Did you hear any local news or legends at that time...about some people's mysterious disappearances?"
I have already understood the simple customs of the people in Talignan. They will not be foolish enough to eat food made in the store. Therefore, the choice for lunch is to let Jerry and Sixus go out to buy food from street stalls, ready-made or cooked... It is best if it was originally intended for others.
They were also tasked with collecting intelligence during this process. After they came back, I told them some of it in bits and pieces while eating, but it was not comprehensive and a lot was omitted.
Now Hitzfeld wanted to hear the details. She asked Sixus to recall carefully without missing anything.
"Who can remember so much—" Sixus rolled his eyes and pretended to recall, "There are indeed missing cases, and there are quite a few, but I don't even know them, and I have basically forgotten the information I heard at the time."
She was sure she heard the names, and heard those people whispering about strange news in the neighborhood, such as a murder case in a certain place, a missing person in a certain place...but this was normal for a city like Talignan.
Isn't it? This is not Sara, there is no such strict control. There is no holy stone tablet, which causes evil nightmares to spread everywhere. It is not uncommon for murders and disappearances in such places. She lost all the information after hearing it.
"I do remember a name." Jerry had almost finished vomiting. She covered her mouth and said weakly, "It seems there is a person named Monica... She seems to be doing that kind of work, and she is quite famous in the area..."
"Monica... Monica?" Moore-Sally suddenly reacted, "Wait, is it Monica Jinson? Is that the one?"
"It seems so..." Jie Li was a little frightened. She just nodded: "I heard those people call her Miss Jinsen..."
They all knew the kind of job she was talking about, which was nothing more than a woman selling smiles to support herself.
"Is she dead?" Moore demanded.
