OBS Chapter 3154 Detective is dying (5)
Chapter 3154 Detective is dying (5)
Chapter 3154: Detective is about to die (V)
Schiller himself chose "Document Research". Looking at the skill description, it is a skill specifically used for reading some theological and abnormal texts. With his attributes, it is impossible for him to go for the force flow, so he should just study the documents and decipher clues.
If nothing unexpected happens, Batman and Night Owl should both have martial arts skills. They are the main forces of physical damage, and it is unclear what the other people prefer.
"What did you just hear?" asked Batman from the main universe.
Schiller repeated those words, and Batman said thoughtfully: "This may be a clue about the prowler. He comes with the snow. It may be saying that this guy will only appear when it snows heavily. It has indeed been snowing in recent days."
"How did you know that?" Schiller asked deliberately.
Prime Universe Batman glanced at the fireplace and said, "Just look at the amount of firewood."
This is consistent with his personality, because the character played by Batman in the main universe is also a survival expert. Many survivors like to challenge themselves in some extreme climate environments. It is normal for him to understand wood burning and heating in extreme weather.
Schiller turned to look at the fireplace. The firewood next to the fireplace filled the entire wall. If the weather had not been so bad, there would be no need to bring so much firewood into the house.
If this is the case, the mud on the body's feet does not make sense. If it has been snowing recently, there would be no way that the detective who came here recently would have dry mud on his feet.
"Did you see any footprints when you went out just now?" Schiller looked at the main universe Batman, but he obviously didn't have much hope, because the snow was so heavy that any footprints would have been covered up long ago.
The main universe Batman really shook his head.
"Then this may not be the primary crime scene," Schiller said. "The detective was not killed here. He may have been dragged here by something."
"But there are no signs of dragging on his body." The Pale Knight walked around to the other side of the corpse and looked at the body and said, "Even if his clothes were thick and did not leave scratches on his skin, there would definitely be marks on his clothes, but there are nothing. His clothes are in good condition."
"What if the other party can fly?" said Greedy.
Everyone was silent for a while. Schiller sighed and said, "In the case where this body was most likely killed by the Prowler, if the murderer can fly, then he should not be called the Prowler, but the Iron Man."
Greed fell silent. He was not a typical detective and had no interest in these kinds of reasoning.
He walked to the head of the corpse, but suddenly he cried out in surprise. He pointed at the head of the corpse and said, "Look."
Everyone else looked where he pointed. Schiller also leaned over to take a look, but didn't find anything special until he squatted down and looked over the head of the corpse.
There was obvious bloodstain on the top of the corpse's head.
Of course, there was blood everywhere on this corpse in this state, but the situation on the top of the head was particularly miserable.
Because the upper body of the corpse was split in half from the middle, the scalp was naturally split in two. However, the hair and scalp just above the head were worn and bloody, and some traces of dirt, some mud and pebbles were faintly visible between the skin and flesh.
A picture suddenly appeared in Schiller's mind.
"He was walking backwards."
Schiller said suddenly.
Schiller's reaction was too quick. Before other people could form a specific picture in their minds, everyone was shocked when he said this.
As mentioned before, the body was in an X shape, with only a small part in the middle intact, and there was dry mud on his feet. It would be impossible to have such mud in a place where it had snowed heavily for several consecutive days, which means that his feet may not have stepped on snow.
But if the X-shape is reversed, that is, the corpse used the upper body that was split in half as legs to walk, it would be easy to explain why there was no snow on the feet but the scalp was badly worn.
Looking at the hideous face of the deceased, everyone was silent. This so-called weirdness was even more brutal than they had imagined.
"Why would he do that?" Schiller whispered. "If he could control the body's movements, why wouldn't he just walk normally?"
Schiller recalled the words he had heard beside the corpse, which appeared with the heavy snow, lingering by the window, never stopping until it arrived like the god of death.
He vaguely felt the connection between these sentences, but still could not fully understand it. Although only a short time had passed, Schiller had already begun to miss his talent.
"It seems that he is the first monster we have to deal with." The clown said gloomily: "There is another question, why did he come here?"
Everyone looked at the body lying on the ground. This was indeed a good question. If this was not the first crime scene where the detective was killed, then why did something in his body control him to come here?
Is there anything special about this cabin?
"Let's split up and explore." The main universe Batman said, "But be careful that walls may have ears."
His eyes fell on Bruce and Night Owl, obviously warning them not to say anything unnecessary.
Although this cabin looks isolated from the rest of the world, there's no telling if there might be other people in other rooms. It would be troublesome if someone said something irrelevant, making it difficult for them to trust you later.
Several people began to search for clues in the living room.
There was very little furniture in the cabin, just a carpet, a sofa, a recliner, a fireplace, a bookshelf, a kerosene lamp, and nothing else.
Schiller carefully examined the bookshelf, where there were two books, one was a guide to making fishing bait, and the other was an introduction to warships and weapons of the last century.
Both books have obvious signs of being flipped, so the owner of this house might be a fisherman and military fan.
There were two drawers under the bookshelf. Schiller opened the unlocked one and found a candle inside. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.
The other drawer was locked. Schiller didn't have the skill to unlock it, so he had to shout to see if anyone had activated this skill. Unexpectedly, Greed actually activated it.
"Let me do it!" Greedy stepped over the corpse and began to use his lock-picking skill. He threw a dice and failed. He threw it again and failed again.
Schiller stood behind him, holding his forehead and sighing. There was nothing he could do but to find the key.
There was a small cabinet at the bottom right of the bookshelf. Fortunately, this cabinet was not locked. Schiller opened it and saw a bunch of miscellaneous items inside, including a broken hair dryer, a pile of plastic bags, a small box containing various rusty screws and strange parts, and a pile of buttons.
Schiller remembered the contents of the fishing bait making guide he had just read. He thought that these might be the materials collected by the owner of the house for making lures, and the hair dryer might be used to dry the glue.
The key was not found here either, and soon Night Owl called out. He raised his hand and showed everyone the key he found under the carpet.
This is definitely not the key to the bookshelf drawer because the size is different. It looks like the key to open the kitchen door.
A group of people went to open the kitchen door, and Schiller continued to look for the drawer key. Finally, he found a small key behind the kerosene lamp.
With the key to unlock the door, there was no need to judge. He opened the drawer and found a diary inside.
"On the 16th, the weather was sunny and a little cold. The village was a bit chaotic. It seemed that someone's goats had run away. I was not very interested in these. I wanted to catch a big fish before the creek froze."
"What the hell, there should be a lot of fish at this time of year usually, but what happened today? I didn't catch a single fish! Is it true that my skills have regressed?"
"On the 17th, the weather was cloudy and it felt like it was going to snow. The lost goat was found. I'm afraid it will soon become delicious mutton soup. I wish I could have a bowl of it... But forget it. I know I'm ugly and they all hate me. I'd better not cause any trouble."
"On the 18th, Old Og came to see me. I don't know why he was so scared, but he wasn't afraid of me. His eyes were evasive and he insisted that I go to the village tomorrow. I didn't know whether I should go or not, but even though I didn't catch any fish, I still had to go buy some food."
"On the 19th, it snowed. I heard some very bad news. They said there was a wanderer in our village. When I first heard the news, I was very shocked. How could a demon visit such a remote place like ours?"
"On the 20th, the snow was getting heavier. All the people who drank the mutton soup went crazy. I warned them, but they didn't listen to me. I should have gotten used to it. A person with a vicious look is not popular, but the little girl is only 6 years old... I think I have to write a letter to my old friend and ask him to come over and take a look..."
"On the 24th, I know I shouldn't have written that letter. It just added another innocent victim. Raven, if you see this diary, please remember to leave this village. There is no hope here. You can go to the church for help, but you must leave here as soon as possible. You must leave quickly... faster than him."
The diary ends here. Schiller has already understood that this should be the reason why the corpse on the ground came here.
Contrary to Schiller's expectation, the owner of the cabin was an ugly and lonely fisherman, or just a fishing enthusiast. Perhaps because of his scary appearance, he lived alone and made a living by fishing.
He noticed something unusual in the village on the 16th, but didn't take it seriously and went fishing. But two days later, people from the village came to find him. He went to the village, but it seemed that nothing changed.
A few days later, the situation seemed to have worsened, so he decided to ask his friend to come over for a checkup, but a few days later, he regretted asking his friend to come over because he felt the situation had completely gotten out of control.
And the final outcome is that the owner of the diary is missing, and the detective he called over is lying here.
After reading all this, Schiller realized that the owner of the diary, the ugly, solitary weirdo, had most likely dealt with weird things and successfully survived, and might even be a professional in this field.
Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why people from the village came to find him after the abnormality occurred, nor can it explain why he thought of writing a letter to ask his friends to come over after discovering the abnormality, because normal people should not know people in this field.
This is getting more and more interesting, Schiller thought.