Chapter 2596: Whistling Down (Fifty-Four)

Chapter 2570 Xiao Xiao and Down (Fifty-four)

"Huh, finally done." The female police officer swung her ponytail back and said on the intercom: "According to the negotiation expert, the party on the west side is willing to make concessions, but the premise is that the party on the east side must pay for the burial. It's all old news."

The tall police officer leaning on the police car put away the leg that was diagonally placed beside him, stood up straight, adjusted his collar, and said to the intercom: "Let them transport the body out first, and the two parties will withdraw from both sides, and then find two or three troublemakers to throw them out."

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy. One party is a foreigner, and it's too difficult for them to scapegoat." The female police officer's intermittent voice came from the intercom, "They don't understand the rules of Gotham, and their accents are particularly heavy. I'm too lazy to waste my saliva with them, so just arrest them directly."

"You are still so tough, Desna, all right, I'll notify the special service team to arm... Pay attention to all aspects! Pay attention to all aspects!"

The police started to work in an orderly manner, guarding several openings in the residential area, leaving only two small paths for both sides to evacuate.

The locals kicked out two minors, who were held down by the police and swore at them, threatening to teach the other side a lesson.

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

"What caused this fight?"

"What are the casualties? Is anyone dead? Is the ambulance here?"

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

"Are any police injured in this crackdown? Did you strictly follow the no-shooting law?"

The police also shouted routinely, "Make way! Make way! Arrest the criminals! Don't interfere with 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 the group of outsiders really did not understand the rules of scapegoating as the female police officer said. When they said they wanted to run, they all ran away.

Fortunately, the special task force, led by a female police officer, ambushed at the intersection and knocked down the two unlucky guys who ran the slowest with two Tasers.

After the two were pinned down, the female police officer found that they were neither minors nor pregnant women. Now they were in jail for life.

Then the police and nearby residents helped to prop up the knocked-down stalls in the market so that they could open normally tomorrow. It was late at night when all the messes were cleaned up.

"Collect the team!" Gordon's voice on the intercom was still steady and powerful.

Before getting into the police car, the female police officer put out her cigarette, opened the door, got in, glanced at Gordon next to her and said, "It's done, boss."

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

"Abnormal? Is abnormal stupidity considered abnormal?"

"I mean appearance."

"Abnormal ugliness."

Gordon covered his forehead and said, "Can you be more restrained? I'm asking about physical characteristics."

"No special physical characteristics, just ordinary Mexicans."

"What about tattoos?"

"They are outsiders, why do we need to see tattoos?" The female police officer looked at Gordon with some doubts, but still said to the intercom: "Laudas, let Bigfoot strip the clothes of the two men and see the tattoos."

After a while, the female police officer received the picture on her mobile phone, and she handed it to Gordon. After seeing one of the tattoo patterns, Gordon showed a look of understanding.

Countless police cars with flashing lights sped through the night, announcing the end of another major case. Most of the police dispersed after driving back to the police station, but Gordon had not yet finished sorting out his documents, and today's matter also needed to be filed. He led several subordinates to the police station.

This operation was considered to be a full-scale operation, or there were not many police officers on night shift. After they left, the police station was dark except for the duty room.

Gordon walked in and reached out to turn on the light according to muscle memory. The next second, he froze in place.

In the short second from dark to light, cold sweat soaked his back.

There was a person hanging in the middle of the police station hall.

A naked Mexican.

But this person was really weird.

His dark skin revealed an abnormal paleness, as if it was swollen after soaking for a long time. A layer of white film floated on the dark background. Gordon knew that it was a sign of lifelessness.

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

Starting from the head, the brightly colored stitches wove a complex and beautiful pattern. The head had the most stitches, black, red, purple, blue and green intertwined, and with the help of the facial structure, a Mexican Day of the Dead skull pattern was sewn.

The intertwined patterns on the neck and the patterns that spread to the arms and shoulders were all in the same Day of the Dead decorative style.

His hands were hung up and fixed to the ceiling. The ropes that fixed him were tied with many Day of the Dead trinkets, and there were also a bunch of masks and sculptures hanging at his feet.

This was a human-shaped Day of the Dead Christmas tree.

"Put him down quickly!!" Gordon roared.

The police behind him did not move for a long time, and they were obviously scared. They had seen many corpses in Gotham, and no one was afraid of corpses. Most of the corpses they had seen were disgusting, but this one was not.

The colors of the stitching are bright but coordinated, full of strong Mexican style, which reminds people of that colorful country at a glance. It is not ugly, but even beautiful. If someone wears such a dress to the Day of the Dead party, it will definitely be very popular.

The decorations hanging on it are also very coordinated. The simple sculptures dilute the visual stimulation of strong colors, giving the overall layout an ancient charm, which reminds people that Mexico has a long history in addition to its splendid art and culture.

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The layout of the lights is also very particular. As Gordon turned on the lights, the small bulbs dotted between the stitches also lit up, as if a grand party was opening.

This thing doesn't look like it should be placed in the Gotham Police Department, but in the National Museum of Mexican History, or at the opening ceremony of the Day of the Dead.

At the same time, the skeleton composed of stitches that depict the facial features replaces the original expression of the human body, making people feel that there is another soul watching in the body of the corpse, which is creepy.

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

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

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

Gordon did not yell at them to put the body down, but walked forward, stood in a pile of resin ashes, and stared at the colorful sculpture.

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

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

Gordon muttered a sentence in Spanish, and the female police officer walked up and asked: "What?"

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

"Why? Shouldn't we be sad?"

"They don't seem to regard death as the end." Gordon shook his head and said: "They regard death as the starting point of another eternal life, which is to celebrate their way to a new heaven."

The male police officer who came over last suddenly froze. He screamed in disbelief, and then shouted: "He's moving!! He's moving!!! He's not dead yet!!!!"

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

They hurriedly called more police officers and hurriedly got the body down. During the process, Gordon touched the back of the body and found that it was not as cold as he imagined.

Humans lose temperature very quickly after death. There is an unusual coldness, which feels like the bark of a tree after a rainy night. If there is a little warmth, people will not 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 stitches in shock, and shouted to everyone: "This is not his skin! There is someone inside!!!"

In the end, Gordon was almost screaming. No one could understand what he meant at first, but when they reacted, everyone took a step back in unison.

The corpse twisted.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

There were unprecedented screams from the Gotham Police Department, not from the corpse, but all from the police.

The tall police officer knelt down, and the female police officer took out her gun and fired two shots. Everyone else found cover, screaming and running.

Gordon also sat on the ground.

This is too fucking scary!!!

Corpses are not scary, weird and beautiful corpses are not scary, warm corpses are not scary, and even moving corpses are not scary.

The scary thing is that when this thing twists, the skin doesn't move like a normal person. The sewn human skin doesn't fit at all. When it moves, the wrinkles and stretching are completely inconsistent with common sense.

It's very similar but different, which is the biggest source of horror.

He is like a monster wrapped in human skin, and it seems to be struggling to break out of the cocoon by twisting constantly, which brings too many horrible imaginations.

Gordon used his slightly trembling hands to tear open a suture on the arm closest to him, and finally found a wound that was almost seamlessly connected in the palm of his hand.

Following the wound, under the bloody skin is not fat and muscle, but another layer of skin.

Gordon really couldn't stand it. He threw away the 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 the mobile phone and handed it to him. Gordon pressed a number. After waiting for a long time, the call was finally connected.

"Hello? Professor Schiller? There's a body here... No, I mean, there's a weird and scary body here that no one dares to touch except the murderer!!"

"... I'm not asking you to come here, I'm asking you to gather all the murderers you know and rush over here!!"

Schiller put down his phone. Gordon's terrified screams were still echoing in the room. He took off his raincoat slowly, put on his windbreaker, and fixed his hair in front of the mirror.

Before going out, he saw the sculpture that Martin had placed at the door. After thinking for a while, he took the box and got into the car.

Schiller soon saw Gordon and several of his subordinates outside the gate of the Gotham Police Department. Note that it was outside the gate of the yard, or even 200 meters outside the duty room.

"For you." Schiller stuffed the sculpture in his hand into Gordon's arms and said, "Celebrate your return alive and not being pissed off by the students."

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

"Ah!!!"

The sculpture was thrown out.

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