Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1078: Two pseudo-forensics

1078 Two pseudo-forensics (page 1/1)

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...Is the attack over now? Isn't it too casual?

"Although the speed has been accelerated, please don't worry, I haven't skipped any information that you should know." The voiceover explained at the end, and then it became completely quiet as a farmhouse in the distance lit up slightly.

That farmhouse is where people died. One man and one spirit approached the door of the farmhouse at a faster pace - the era of this poor village was probably the Middle Ages; a few rough wooden boards were nailed together, and the gaps between them were big enough for a person to put a fist in, but this was It's already a door.

Calling out the lighting fish, Bohemia opened the door, and a smell of livestock mixed with the smell of boiled cabbage hit her face. The farmhouse was narrow and crowded, and naturally there was no floor. When you stepped on it, the soles of your shoes were covered with black dirt. The pigsty was close to where people lived, and you could still vaguely hear the humming of the pigs behind the house. In the darkness, a dog suddenly stood up from the ground, raised its head and was about to bark. Before it could make a sound, she rushed up, grabbed the dog's mouth, and threw it out of the window. It was probably knocked unconscious, and after being thrown out, there was only a muffled sound, and then there was no sound.

"You are quite kind to dogs." Descartes followed and commented.

Next to the remaining warmth left by the dog is a tall pile of straw, with a dirty cloth spread on the straw pile, which is considered a "sheet". The two fish swam forward in mid-air, and the light suddenly illuminated the man who was no longer breathing on the straw bed——

A nearly middle-aged farmer, with a pale complexion, fell motionless on the rag sheet. The fatigue, haggardness and roughness engraved on his face are clearly the traces of a hard life during his lifetime.

"The expression is very peaceful." Descartes took a closer look and couldn't help but said quickly: "In this case, even if something unexpected happened to your friend, she at least walked away well——"

The second half of the sentence suddenly got stuck, because Bohemia reached out and turned the farmer over.

The back half of the fan - maybe this quantifier should not be used on people, but she really didn't know what word to use for a while - the farmer's entire back half, from the back of his head to his back , butt|butt, all the way to the calf and back heel, are all gone.

When she turned it over like this, the broken clothes could not wrap the body, and the broken bones, meat and internal organs all fell out with a splash - although the cloth sheet had been soaked wet for a long time, there was a large amount of sperm on each person. Everyone immediately realized something was wrong.

"...Well, there is too little blood," Bohemia's face was wrinkled into a rag. She let go and put the body back, rubbing her hands on the skirt: "Half of the body is gone, how can it flow out? This rag has not been completely soaked with blood?"

"Does it mean that one of the habits of this creature is to **** human blood?" Descartes guessed, "Look, although the clothes and skin on the back are broken, they are at least still there, but they are all They were wrinkled, mixed together, and piled aside. The amount of meat and internal organs was about the same as that of a normal adult...the only thing missing was blood."

Bohemia endured the surge of gastric juice, turned her face, took a deep breath, and asked: "...criminologist?"

"No, it's just out of interest."

Suppressing her nausea, she took another closer look and realized that the mosaic was right. This sheet was torn, sparse, and eaten by insects. A lot of the broken meat, internal organs, and bones on the farmer's back had leaked through the holes in the rag. At first glance, it looked like half of his body was missing. , in fact, it was just half crushed by something, and then scattered into the straw pile.

The only thing that has been greatly reduced is blood - perhaps this explains why the first thing she smelled when she entered the door was not the smell of blood.

"Let me check the time first," Bohemia took out the leaf and looked at the dim light outside the window. In the concrete "title", time seemed to flow slower than it actually was. She and Descartes both checked the body, and only one minute had passed.

“Don’t you have a normal watch?”

She put away the leaves indifferently and returned her eyes to the dead body. "Let's go and check out other stores."

The remaining four deceased were of different ages, male and female, but the appearance of death was exactly the same; they all fell on the straw bed, and a large amount of blood disappeared from the broken second half of the body. Some people’s dogs are still guarding their owners in the house, while some people’s homes are empty, and I don’t know if the dogs have run away long ago.

"This is very simple," Descartes snorted. "Your friends are also stupid, and they haven't figured it out for so long. They all died silently on the bed, and all they lost was their descendants. Half of the body shows that the thing that attacked them must have struck from the back...these shabby farmhouses are filled with dirt, and most of the things that attacked people got in from the ground."

"Nonsense," Bohemia said bluntly, "The question is, from this point alone, can you infer the physical characteristics and habits of this creature?"

"Dig the ground!" Descartes was eager to try, "This creature will leave traces when it drills through the soil. Let me see and see!"

This sentence was said easily, but Bohemia was exhausted and sweating in order to execute it; plus she knew that there was not much time~IndoMTL.com~ while looking at the leaves and digging the ground, it seemed like a winter The gopher didn't start getting anxious until he arrived. After digging up the surface of the land, Descartes wandered over and looked at it for a while, but he hesitated and became unhappy.

"Stop pinching me," it was clenched into a ball by its consciousness, "I...I saw no trace of drilling holes under the ground."

"What do you mean? Didn't you say that thing came out of the ground?"

"I-I originally thought it was a mutated earthworm or something, but there are no holes or tunnels..."

Bohemia threw it out of the window like a dog, and within a few seconds, it floated in again. "Did you dig up not enough area? You only dug up a small area of ​​land under the body——"

"Then come." She cut off the words angrily. In order to save time, she just moved the straw under the body; after all, if there was anything in the ground, it should have come in and out from here. Since the problem is not underground, how were these farmers and women attacked?

Bohemia did not dare to stay where she was and waste time. She stood up, patted the soil, and rushed to the next house.

"Speaking of which, people in the past lived worse than the end of the world." She wrapped the body in a rag sheet and dragged the woman off the straw bed in one breath: "How long has this cloth not been washed? The oil sludge has solidified hard, and the smell of sweat makes your head hurt. No wonder you have to sleep on straw, because the smell is quite refreshing."

"This bed is bigger than the one just now." Descartes said floating in the air without bothering her at all.

"Attention," the voice-over sounded suddenly, "there is a husband and wife living in this household. The husband saw that his wife was not getting up in the morning, and when he pushed her, he discovered that she had died a long time ago."

...So, that creature can only eat the blood of one person at a time?

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