Chapter 2594: Whistling Down (Fifty-Two)

Chapter 2568: Xiao Xiao Down (Fifty-two)

Martin's footsteps paused.

He subconsciously touched his lower back, and when he touched the hard metal shell of the weapon, he felt a little relieved.

"Take a knife and follow me." Schiller glanced at the kitchen and turned to leave.

Martin took a deep breath. When he squatted down and put the box of the statue on the ground at the door, he saw Schiller take out a box from the kitchen cabinet with the help of the reflection of the floor. There was a medical logo on the front of the box.

Some strong intuition urged Martin to run away, but more firm reason made him walk towards the kitchen with a relatively steady pace.

He picked up a sharp steak knife, the serrations on the tip of the knife flashed cold light, and the light of the setting sun shone into the room, making every reflective object a brilliant golden color.

The breeze was gentle and warm. This warm night, which should have been spent sitting in the dining room or on the porch reading books and newspapers, chatting on the phone with relatives and friends, and watching the sun disappear at the end of the golden skyline, was suddenly coated with a layer of bloody horror by this overly charming sunset.

Martin pushed open the back door of the house.

Schiller put on a plastic raincoat. In front of him lay a naked body with a tattoo pattern on his back that Martin was very familiar with.

He clenched the steak knife in his hand.

It was already late, and Gordon finally solved most of the troubles that Clay had caused during his tenure as acting director. Now only the biggest ones were left.

To solve those heavy complaints, he had to talk to the parties involved, but it was too late now to make a phone call. Gordon packed up the documents and prepared to leave the police station.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Gordon immediately stopped what he was doing and frowned at the door.

Soon, a capable female police officer opened the door and said to Gordon with a serious expression: "Something happened in the East District. Two Mexican groups had a large-scale fight. The location was the second-hand trading market in the East District. There were looting and arson incidents. The police station received more than 20 reports from surrounding residents."

"Go drive!" Gordon immediately picked up the coat next to him and put it on, then hung up the pistol, and walked out quickly while saying: "Immediately send someone to block the area and evacuate the citizens, and go to the armed department to dispatch helicopters and armed trucks!"

"Go and ask reporters from the Gotham Daily and several other major news media to come over, let them take pictures outside the three-layer cordon, issue a second-level regional armed conflict warning, and let Bullock notify all the businesses involved to close for one day, and tell market investors that we will hold a public hearing later..."

"Officer Bullock was sent out by you." The female police officer quickly followed Gordon down the stairs and said: "This afternoon, he and Officer Clay drove a police car, and I don't know what they went to do."

"Which direction?" Gordon turned around and asked.

"West District."

A police car parked in the bleak night.

The night here is even darker, like a black hole that has never been illuminated by light. Many houses around are being demolished. Various types of construction machinery look more like indescribable mechanical monsters at night, with their fangs and claws bared and their shapes weird.

The dust on the road is often blown up by the cool breeze at night, swirling past the dark gate. The spire of the ancient Gothic manor is set off by the bright night like an arrow from a string, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

The manor gate was opened a crack, and a dim light shone through it. A trace of bloody smell floated out from the crack of the door. Listen carefully and there is a faint voice.

Brock is bandaging Clay's injured left leg.

This afternoon, Brock followed Gordon's instructions and followed Clay. Clay got an address from somewhere and drove all the way to a manor in the West District.

A dark copper nameplate was hung on the black gate pillar of the manor, with the last name of the manor owner written in cursive English - "Rodriguez".

Brock did not righteously dissuade Clay, which indirectly led to the situation they are facing now. Brock lost his pistol, his arm was cut, and Clay's ankle was completely nailed through, bleeding profusely.

After arriving at the gate of the manor, Clay climbed in without much effort, followed by Brock. Out of his duty as a policeman, he still reminded Clay that trespassing is illegal.

Clay looked unconcerned and strode towards the main gate, and then encountered their first problem of the day - the door could not be opened.

Ordinary manor doors are not equipped with electronic locks, and physical anti-theft measures are still used. Most of them are huge locks that will make ordinary thieves give up at a glance.

Clay brought professional demolition tools and was not afraid of any physical anti-theft measures at all, but unfortunately he did not find the lock.

The entire gate is seamless, without locks, anti-theft measures, and even a handle that can be pulled.

Clay did not believe it at first, but after a multi-faceted inspection, he had to admit that the gate might be opened by some remote control device.

Since there is a remote control, there must be a switch, but after searching the entire front of the manor, there is no trace of the switch.

Unable to enter through the door, Clay plans to enter through the window. Breaking the glass is faster. Brock did not express any opinion on this, but just reminded Clay that if the property of the manor is damaged, it will be considered a burglary.

Clay still decided to do it.

He took a folding ladder from the car, climbed to the window and smashed the glass, but found that the window was nailed shut from the inside, and there was a layer of metal plate inside, so smashing the glass alone was useless.

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Brock found that the metal plate had dark patterns, and the pattern was a bit weird, like distorted Latin letters, which was somewhat similar to the pattern on the gate, but different, but at this time Clay had already planned to go through the chimney.

Because this type of manor does not have modern heating facilities, most of them will have a large fireplace, and the chimney passage will also be large. Clay went around to the backyard, climbed up the big tree very close to the house, and then climbed up to the roof along the outer wall.

The chimney passage was very dark inside, Clay threw a flare down, and found that the passage was open and not blocked, so he jumped down with confidence.

But who knew that when he reached the middle part, the flue suddenly tightened, and Clay was stuck, and had to call for Brock's help.

Brock took great pains to pull him up, but Clay's clothes had been rubbed black, and his face and arms were also rubbed with black coal dust.

Clay knew how embarrassed he was at this time. He hammered the chimney mouth hard, and Brock felt that the echo was a little wrong.

Clay found another sewage channel, but the opening was too small for him to get in. However, the Gotham Police Department already had modern combat equipment at this time, and Clay put a remote-controlled reconnaissance car in along the sewage channel.

The reconnaissance car successfully entered the interior of the manor. Through the night vision device, Clay could see that the interior of the manor was decorated very beautifully, but it was pitch black at this time.

Even if the car went around the inside of the gate, there was still no switch, all the windows were sealed, and there was no passage for people to enter and exit.

But Clay found a door next to the tool room near the back garden, which might lead to the basement.

Clay thought that there couldn't be only one door in the basement. The other door should be in the tool room in the front yard or the back yard. Brock wanted to say that he didn't see any traces of locks and door handles on the basement door of the manor. On the contrary, there was still that strange pattern, but Clay had already rushed to the tool room.

There was indeed a tool room on the side of the yard, and there was indeed a door in the tool room. There was a lock on this door. Clay used hydraulic shears to cut the lock off in a few seconds.

Brock was still reminding him of the fallen lock. The traces of hydraulic shears and the fingerprints on the hydraulic shears would be perfect evidence of accusation, but Clay had already walked down the stairs inside the door.

Brock didn't intend to go down with him, but less than 30 seconds later, a scream came from the basement.

When Brock went down, he only saw an old-fashioned nail gun and Clay's ankle that was nailed through. He looked around and picked up a fishing line in the corner that was obviously stretched and torn and curled.

"This damned murderer!" Clay gritted his teeth and cursed, "He set a trap in his own house!!"

Brock wanted to say that if there was a trap here, it meant that he might have expected you to come, but Clay cursed too loudly, completely drowning out Brock's whisper.

Brock wanted to help Clay up, but at this moment he heard movement on the stairs above his head. He looked back and saw countless dark tentacles pouring in from the stairwell.

The two screamed at the same time, and Brock dragged Clay to the other end of the passage. When they ran to another door, Brock couldn't find any door locks or handles, so he could only start to hit the door with his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several consecutive hits, the door was finally opened. The two fell to the ground one after the other. Brock covered his arm that was scratched by the door fragments and screamed.

They finally entered the manor, but this was just the beginning. All the cabinets here had no locks or handles. It seemed that the switches were opened by remote control, but the switches could not be found at all.

Brock found it hard to imagine how the housekeeper in this manor worked. Did he have a remote control that could open all the doors and cabinets?

Clay obviously thought so too, and his goal became to find this remote control.

But before that, he had to bandage his wound first. Fortunately, they brought simple medical supplies when they came in. Clay asked Brock to bandage his ankle.

Brock looked at the iodine and bandage in his hand, and then looked at Clay's ankle that was pierced by a nail. He really wanted to say that if such a deep penetrating wound was only bandaged with a bandage, Clay would probably become the first police officer in the police station to die of tetanus.

But he said nothing. Just like in the movie, he disinfected with iodine and wrapped it with a bandage, giving the wound a consolation prize.

After the bandage was completed, Clay did not care about resting. Like a greedy starving ghost, he rushed into the manor, as if he was eager to find something here.

He began to focus on checking the kitchen, warehouse, and tool room, and used the instrument in his hand to scan everything that might be a weapon in his eyes, trying to find the remnants of blood stains.

He destroyed door after door, piled all the carpets together, began to scan and check repeatedly, and took photos of all his work.

"I will definitely find it... This damn murderer must have committed countless major crimes here..."

After Brock, who was standing in the front hall, treated his wounds, he groped for the switch of the chandelier in the front hall by the moonlight.

When the light turned on, he saw a tall and thin black figure standing at the back door.

With a snap, the light went out.