Chapter 290 Extremely Cruel Murder Method, Lock the Clues!

"Death place?"

Green looked at Brian in confusion: "Place of Death?"

Brian nodded: "It can be said that soil breeds life, but have you seen any plants around you?"

Hearing this, Green glanced around again and suddenly realized.

No wonder he felt something was wrong, but didn’t know what was wrong!

It turns out to be a plant!

yes!

Since this place used to be a farm, it means that there is no problem with the soil here, it can be planted, and it can also nurture plant life.

Not a single weed can be seen here!

This is very wrong.

It can even make people subconsciously think of superstitious words such as the place where the devil lives and the cursed place.

While the two were talking, the policewoman also walked up to them.

The policewoman looked to be in her thirties and slightly chubby.

She looked directly at Brian with shame: "This place has a bad reputation. Very few people come here. Are you the NW staff from the city who came to support us?"

Brian nodded: "Yes, I am Brian, the coroner of the B6 team. This is my colleague Green. Do you think this place has a bad reputation?"

“Yes, it has a bad reputation.

There actually used to be a small town here.

More than a hundred years ago, a plague appeared in the town.

The plague killed almost all the residents of the town, and the bodies were eventually piled up and burned.

The surviving residents, in order to relieve the souls of the deceased, finally scattered their ashes on this land.

Since then, it has been in a state of neglect.

But more than ten years ago, a family from Texas bought this land. They didn't care about what happened to this land, and spent several years running a farm, which is the farm in front of you.

The land here is fertile and the farm has a bumper harvest.

Unfortunately, no one around is willing to buy his products. Even the people from the agricultural association don't like the crops produced here.

If the product cannot be sold, it means that all the investment is wasted.

In order to repay the seed company's loan, they finally agreed to the seed company's low price and prepared to sell things abroad, but a fire ended the farce.

The family and all the crops were engulfed in flames.

Everyone thinks that this is punishment from the dead who wander the earth. Some people say that the farmer's family was unwilling to work hard for several years. They had not earned a single coin and still owed the seed company some money, so they set fire to commit suicide. .

Anyway, the place has been deserted ever since.

Later, someone discovered that the land here no longer grew plants, and no one even came here to play or pay homage to the previous dead.

To be honest, when I received the call from the police today, I really didn’t want to come here. "

Policewoman Balabala is a bunch.

Fortunately, what she said was very clear, which at least gave Brian and Brian a basic understanding of the history of this abandoned farm.

Her companion in the distance saw that she had not returned and came over: "Hey, Salad, what's going on?"

While speaking, the two male police officers placed their right hands on their waists.

If anything goes wrong, they will demonstrate their skills in drawing guns and firing quickly.

Only then did the policewoman named Sarah react: "Sorry, I was just telling them about the history of this place. This handsome and tall man is Brian, the coroner of NW, this..."

The policewoman paused and looked at Green impatiently: "Hey, buddy, don't be in a daze and introduce yourself."

Green: ..

Can you calm down your different treatment and change of attitude a little, and take care of my feelings?

Green's already dark face turned even darker: "You can call me Green, Boss Brian's assistant."

The tall man in the lead glanced at Brian with some displeasure and nodded: "I know, come here. The warehouse in front is where the crematorium was found. Those young people are college students from the neighboring cities. They are here." We are playing a ghost game here, and we have confirmed their identities to the school before you come.”

Police officers in small places like this are basically locals, and their salaries are paid by local funds. They don't care as much about the NW brand as the patrol officers in downtown Los Angeles, so they are more direct in their words.

In fact, many of these police officers only have a high school degree and have not even studied for a few years.

It had been a long time since Green had been treated perfunctorily, and he was about to say something unpleasant when he saw Brian glance at him.

When he arrived, his words changed: "Boss Brian, why did this place become a dead place? Is it really because this place is cursed?"

The policewoman who was thinking about how to continue chatting with Brian also looked over.

The place here is small, and the population flow is not large. There are only a few thousand people.

She was tired of seeing those rough men every day.

For a woman of her age, Brian was nothing more than a plump, juicy and eye-catching young grass.

Even if you can't eat it, you can still make money by taking a few more bites.

If the opportunity is right, she will never let go of the opportunity.

Brian rolled his eyes: "The growth of plants requires a lot of conditions, but if you don't want the plants to grow, it's much simpler. Just bury quicklime underground. This is done when many wooden houses are built. It not only prevents moisture and insects, but also It can prevent the wood from being corroded and grass growing underneath.”

Green suddenly realized.

Either he didn't know this truth, or he didn't react to it.

Of course, the policewoman's background introduction here also misled him.

The policewoman's reaction was much stupider.

She squatted down, picked up a piece of dead wood, and dug on the ground a few times. She really dug out a white mixed substance, which was quicklime.

When the other two male police officers saw Brian coming, they discovered this without even moving around, and looked at him with more things in their eyes.

This is a subconscious expression of respect for people who are better than yourself.

no way..

They really can't figure this stuff out.

When selecting police officers, in a small place like this, the only indicators are well-developed limbs and simple minds. Smart ones are not wanted, so you can't expect police officers who have well-developed limbs, are prone to impulsiveness, and have no other requirements. Too much wisdom.

Brian actually didn't say a word.

Quicklime not only disinfects, but also nourishes corpses.

Raising corpses does not refer to raising zombies in his previous life, but refers to the disposal of 'harmful corpses'.

Arriving in front of the dilapidated warehouse, several men and women who had been detained for at least a few hours complained repeatedly: "Hey, we are the reporters, not the murderers. How long are you going to detain us? It is not our responsibility to help solve the case." , this is your business!”

Three men and one woman, a standard horror movie cannon fodder lineup.

Brian glanced at them and said to the policeman beside him: "Just let them go. We don't need them here. If you need them, just contact us."

The performance can fool him, but the pheromones emitted by the body cannot.

Nowadays, Brian can rely on the pheromones emitted by ordinary people to simply judge a person's mood and status at the moment. Combined with facial micro-expressions, he can simply tell whether there is a problem with a person. It is basically a matter of just a glance.

The patrol officers had no objection to Brian's words: "It doesn't matter, this place has been handed over to you now, we are only responsible for assisting."

With that said, they gave way.

The four college students were impatient for a long time and ran towards their cars without even saying thank you.

Brian thought for a while and muttered something to the policewoman named Shala.

Sala's eyes widened visibly.

She looked at Brian with a clear meaning in her eyes: Are you sure.

Brian nodded, and then called Green into the warehouse in front.

Looking at their backs, the two male patrol officers looked at their female colleagues: "Shala, what did he say?"

Sarah shrugged: "He asked me to follow this group of students back to school, then follow the girl inside to see where she will go next, and then directly capture her and take her to our small prison to lock her up. He will do this for Take all responsibility for your actions.”

"Why?"

Sarah rolled her eyes: "Maybe God knows, how about you help me ask for Brian's contact information, and when I come back, I can ask him why in bed?"

"Qi~"

The two of them gave Shala a disdainful look and followed him to the warehouse.

Sarah gave them the middle finger in return and walked slowly towards the police car.

Basically all farms have more than one large warehouse.

Either store tall grass or store various tools.

Sometimes it is also a temporary storage transfer station for harvested agricultural products.

Looking at this old and ordinary warehouse, Green looked at the surrounding environment and said with envy: "Boss Brian, in fact, when I was very young, I longed to have my own farm, and then settle down on the farm with my family and live my own life. a prosperous life.”

"rich?"

Brian smiled: "Green, the number one producer, has never been rich."

Modern small farms are no longer as profitable as they were a few decades ago.

Generally, people who run farms will sign regular supply agreements with seed companies and agricultural product companies, but in the end, both seed companies and agricultural product companies make more than hard-working people like them.

There is also an agricultural association in the middle who gets a share of the pie.

The cake is so big and so many people share it. How can you, a hardworking person, be rich?

Is it okay not to cooperate with them?

no!

Without cooperation, you won’t even be able to buy seeds.

If you dare to buy something illegal, you will be sued directly for bankruptcy.

Other links are also indispensable.

If one is missing, you will either have no one to collect your items, or not only will your items not be collected, but you will also be subjected to various "severe" inspections, and in the end you will be fined and your scalp will be numb.

Only the truly big landowners can rely on capital to negotiate and obtain the benefits that should belong to them.

Let’s put it this way, the vast majority of the entire American Federation is made up of small farms, with large farms accounting for only about 2%. However, they provide more than 50% of the farm products on the market, and the rest will be distributed to Those little farms have some soup.

Take back your thoughts.

Brian followed the footprints left by the students on the ground and came to a pile of rotten straw in the warehouse.

There is a sunken, dark pit here.

There were also some splintered and decaying wooden boards beside the pit.

Judging from the situation, it seems that when the students were preparing to clean up, an unlucky guy accidentally hit it, and the covered underground passage was opened.

"There are searchlights and kerosene lamps here."

The two male police officers who caught up pointed to the cloth in the corner.

There are some tools placed on the cloth, which they must have brought here specially after receiving the alarm call.

Brian shook his head: "Wait a minute."

He first walked around the warehouse, then went outside and walked around the warehouse before returning to the pit and beckoning Green and the two male police officers to go down with lighting tools.

The basement is very shallow, only about two meters high.

In some positions, Brian's hair can touch the top of his head.

The interior is also very simple, simply plastered with cement. The ground is covered with fallen lime, and a faint smell of tar can be smelled in all areas.

This is the unique smell that comes out after the fat oil is burned and fermented for a long time.

This odor molecule has strong adhesion and can be maintained in an unventilated place. It can also be maintained in a ventilated place for ten days and a half. Therefore, normally, the basement is not a good place to burn a body.

Exhaust emissions are a headache.

The basement is not big.

The four of them walked seven or eight steps and reached the end.

Here is an old furnace about two meters high and more than two meters wide. It looks like a Chinese alchemy cauldron. It has the kind of oil injection equipment on it. The style looks very old, and you can still smell the smell of kerosene. Some look like products from a hundred years ago.

On the edge of the furnace, you can see some broken bones and slag.

These are human bone tissues that are not completely burned due to insufficient temperature.

The entrance of the furnace, facing Brian and the others, seemed to be a push-pull type, about one meter above the ground. The average cart was also at this height. Just pull it from the side and the body could be pushed in for burning.

So this is a standard old crematorium.

At this time, the sliding door had been pushed open. Under the light, many charred marks could be seen stuck and imprinted on various locations on the inner wall of the incinerator. In some places, traces similar to claw prints could even be seen.

It's dark here.

Under the illumination of light, any color will become very deep.

So are these marks.

At the most conspicuous observation port, you can even see two palm imprints, as if someone was inside, howling and screaming after being burned by the flames. They could only hold the observation port with their hands, begging for help and mercy outside, and trying to escape. .

Seeing these traces, Green couldn't help but think of that scene and shuddered.

"Burn alive?"

Green looked at Brian expectantly, hoping to hear a negative answer.

Brian nodded directly: "Yes, burned alive. I saw traces left by at least a dozen different lives, and the eras should span several years."

As he spoke, he pointed to a dark thing connected to the crematorium, with some water dripping pipes and an equally dark small barrel that seemed to have been filled with asphalt: "This should be the purpose of the murderer to burn the victims alive. ”

The two male police officers acting as lamplighters couldn't help but be curious and said in unison: "What is the purpose?"

Brian is a good teacher and does not put on airs. He directly explains:

"Collect the fat and tissue fluid from the victim that was burned by the high temperature!

If you don’t see these dark things, these are just the remnants.

Of course, their technical name is corpse oil.

This crematorium is specially designed so that the flames are concentrated in the middle, which means that when the victims are burned, there is plenty of hiding space. However, this is not to give those victims a chance, but to extract the corpse oil through roasting. .

In addition, judging from the color of the faults in these traces, this cruel behavior lasted for a long time.

There are also many victims!

This is a serial murder case!

This case should be regarded as the most cruel case I have ever seen in my career! "

Hiss~

After hearing Brian's narration, several people took a breath.

Bake alive and collect corpse oil

It all sounds cruel!

at this time.

Brian suddenly looked towards the dark wall on one side of the darkroom.

Under the light, it still looked dim.

However, Brian can see at night, and the environment has no effect on him.

He waved to the two male police officers: "Cast the light on a wall."

The two police officers, who were frightened by Brian's description, quickly moved their lighting equipment closer.

On the wall, different group cases showed lifeless lines under the light.

Green exclaimed: "Totem?"

Totems usually appear in religious ceremonies.

Could this be a brutal religious serial murder case?

Brian rolled his eyes: "Did you see that thing?"

Green stretched his head, looked along Brian's fingers, and nodded: "I saw it, it looks like a pillar standing on two stone altars, but the top of the pillar looks a bit strange... To be honest, I feel a bit like J, I heard that some religions have fertility worship."

"This is JB!"

Brian interrupted Green: "These are not totems, they are tattoos, tattoos that originally belonged to the victim's skin!"

There is a lingering smell of some special smell.

A smile appeared on Brian's lips: "These tattoos are very interesting. I think I have found some key clues!"

Thirteen: Thank you to the book friends of "The Glory of the Night" for the fifty steak dinner, and thank you to the nightclub!

It's too late.

I’ll give you 10,000 words today, and I’ll start adding more tomorrow... Good night, brothers.