At this time, the man's orientation to the door had become even more unclear. Unless he groped carefully, he was not sure he could find the door in the darkness.
The panic just now gradually became stable as time passed, but the fear in my heart did not subside.
At this moment, the man remembered that the iron hammer he had casually placed on the metal table seemed to be not far above the table where he was hiding. His memory was a little fuzzy, and maybe the hammer was right above his head.
There is no option to huddle here now. The place where I live is converted from an abandoned sewer. The room has been forgotten and no one will know about it.
If you can't find a way out, no one will come to rescue you, not even the Sheriff.
He listened carefully and could hear the sound of liquid dripping from his left front position. This should be caused by the preservative flowing out, but the preservative was relatively viscous, and the sound of dripping on the ground sounded heavy.
Apart from this sound, he had already made his breathing as gentle as possible, so that even he could not hear his own breathing.
At this moment, except for the dripping sound of preservative, there was no sound of the footsteps just now.
The man slowly stretched out part of his crouched body and maintained a crouching position. His back was no longer pressed against the wall, but he quietly moved a step forward, and about a quarter of his body poked out from under the metal table. In the darkness, I saw my right hand slowly stretched out.
He didn't grab it forward, but relied on his feeling and groped for the metal table top above his head with his right hand.
After returning just now, he emptied the body and other debris from the basket, and finally placed the iron hammer on the table, and then began to prepare for the embalming work on the body. At that time, it was not far from the location of the hammer. .
If you are willing to search for it now, you should be able to find it quickly.
For this man, that iron hammer is his biggest reliance on saving his life, because every time he commits a crime, he relies on this hammer. He only thinks that using a hammer to attack is what he is best at, but it is not easy to use a knife. .
Of course, those bone chopping knives and other tools are not in this direction, but should be more than two meters away from here.
His right hand quietly groped back and forth on the table, but found nothing. In the process, the man made no sound at all.
Although he was squatting at the moment, he had to use force to make his right hand fully touch the table, so he stood on tiptoes to expand the groping range as much as possible.
The footsteps just now never appeared. I don't know if the body that climbed up returned to lie down on the operating bed, or lay directly on the ground somewhere.
The man was groping at the moment while guessing that he had hollowed out the woman's body three months ago, but kept the skeleton intact, and then stuffed some cotton wool and other materials to make the body softer.
If there was to be a corpse transformation, why now? Instead of starting at that time?
Three months have passed. If it weren't for the preservatives injected into the body's blood vessels and under the skin, and the cold temperature here, the body would have rotted long ago.
At this moment, he hoped that the woman's sudden movement was due to the natural twitching of her body, rather than the worst possible outcome.
Of course, he knew that his wish was almost impossible to achieve.
Not long after, his fingers touched something on the table. It was cold and a little hard. He suddenly felt happy and grabbed it.
But the next second, the man's whole body shook violently, his mouth opened, and he almost screamed. He quickly covered his mouth with his left hand and suppressed it.
He felt what he was grabbing. It was a cold and hard-skinned hand with long fingers and slightly pointed nails. It was the female corpse that had just climbed up.
The female corpse had been with him for so long that the man remembered every part of her body clearly. He even knew that this hand was the left hand of the female corpse. Half of the nail on the ring finger was missing. That was when he was hammering the woman to death. Sometimes, a woman unconsciously resists and grabs her clothes.
The man felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down on him, and his head was instantly chilled to his feet. He quickly let go of his hand and retracted under the table.
Bang... bang...
The two soles of his feet were close to the ground, and there was a sound of movement right where he was crouching. The female corpse was close to the metal table.
Although he couldn't see anything, the man could feel a cold and cold feeling less than half a meter away from him.
His body began to tremble like chaff again, and he did not dare to stay here anymore. He was like a big crab, slowly moving sideways under the metal table in the direction of the door in his memory.
He didn't want the iron hammer that was most handy. If he had to find the iron hammer, he didn't know if he would still be alive when he found it.
I had just moved a distance of about one meter, and suddenly there was a soft sound of bones on the side of my body where I was crouching just now. This was a person squatting down, and the soft sound of bones should be coming from the friction of the knees. .
Then the man felt someone crawling in that direction along the path he had walked.
He was suddenly startled, and his hair stood on end. He was so frightened that he quickly crawled forward under the metal table regardless of whether he made any noise. He no longer moved sideways, because such movement would affect his speed.
The crawling sound behind him also began to grow louder, and seemed to be speeding up as well.
The man was so frightened that he didn't care about anything. He knew that he had been discovered and quickly rushed to the end of the metal table.
He knew that the door was located less than one meter away from the end of the metal table in that direction. Although he was not sure of the exact location, he could open the door and rush out as long as he was the first one to rush to it and feel for the door handle.
The crawling posture became so savage that the man's back hit the metal table twice in succession, arching the table up, making the sound of metal colliding and falling to the ground. This was because some of the surgical instruments were knocked off. .
"Hehehe"
There was a strange sound coming from behind, like a person breathing heavily, or like a kind of raging ridicule.
The man suddenly rushed out from the end of the metal table. Because he got up too early this time, his head hit the corner of the table hard. There was a buzzing sound, which made him feel like he was going to be furious.
The sound of crawling behind him quickly approached.
The man didn't care about anything, and he didn't have time to consider how far away the other party was from him. He quickly groped for the door, pressed the door handle, and with a sudden force, the door was opened.
The moment the door was opened, a ray of light shone in, and at the same time his body was shocked, and his waist was already hugged by a pair of hands from behind.
A cold and biting feeling invaded his spine from behind, making his body completely numb, and a gurgling sound came from his throat. It was an unconscious tremor caused by extreme panic.
The man standing at the door seemed to have lost control of his body and slowly retreated into the darkness of the room.
The door was still ajar, but the light from the incandescent lamp outside could only shine about one meter away from the door.
The sole of a woman's foot, which is dark green and has no shoes, flashes away under the light. You can clearly see that the instep seems to be cracked, revealing irregular scars and rough sutures.
…
At 6:40 in the morning, the sky turned slightly white.
A police patrol car parked outside the entrance of the garbage alley, and two police officers, a man and a woman, got out of the car.
The man has a sharp face, probably in his early thirties, and has a strong and vigorous walk. Judging from the swing of his arms when walking, he is someone who exercises regularly. The woman was in her twenties, petite, with long hair tied into a bun and covered by a sheriff's hat on her head.
In front of the big green garbage alley in the garbage alley, a white-haired old scavenger stood there, holding a worn-out candy bar mobile phone in his hand.
This phone is still a type with buttons. Its basic functions are to make calls and send text messages. It is not a smart phone.
The male police officer pointed at the old scavenger and asked, "Did you just call the security police?"
The old scavenger's face was still a little panicked, and he kept nodding: "Yes, it was me who made the call, Mr. Sheriff!"
"What happened?" The female sheriff's tone was softer.
The old scavenger stretched out his wrinkled, dry fingers and pointed in the direction of a downward step next to the big trash can: "Madam Sheriff, half an hour ago, when I was packing waste paper shells here, there was a sudden explosion at the bottom of the step. The sound was very loud from time to time, and it should be coming from the ditch.”
The two police officers walked over one after another, looked down, and discovered that there was a small iron door behind the large trash can.
Under the steps leading to the small iron gate, there was a small ditch full of filth. The ditch was stinky, even worse than the smell emanating from the big trash can ahead.
Looking at the large amount of filth and some black wastewater splashed out from both sides of the ditch, the male police officer analyzed: "It may be that the gas accumulated inside encountered an open flame and suddenly exploded."
Then he looked back at the old man scavenging, "Were you smoking at that time?"
The old scavenger was stunned and nodded.
"Did you throw cigarette butts here?" The male police officer pointed to the ditch.
The old scavenger nodded again.
The female Sheriff looked at him puzzled: "Even if it explodes, as long as you are not injured, why are you calling the Sheriff?"
The old man scavenging quickly shook his head and pointed at the small iron door: "The door was damaged by the bomb. It belongs to the government. I want to compensate."
Only then did the two police officers notice that a part of the bottom of the small iron door had been slightly dented, and it had obviously collapsed due to the force of the impact.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old scavenger took out a wrinkly pile of money from his innermost pocket, spit on his fingers, and counted the money one by one.
"You don't have to pay for it." The male sheriff waved his hand in an angry and funny tone.
"Wait a minute." At this moment, the female sheriff suddenly bent slightly and looked in the direction of the small iron door, "There seems to be a light inside."
Because the small iron door was shattered by the shock wave of the explosion, the originally tightly sealed doorway was now slightly cracked, and the situation inside could be seen even from the outside.
If you bend down or squat down, you can see the light shining inside.
The male sheriff walked over, walked down the steps to the small iron door, squatted down and looked inside. He saw that not only was the light on at the door, but there was also an incandescent light on at the corner of the corridor inside.
He tried to open the small iron door, but it didn't move. It was obviously locked.
"Is there anyone inside? Open the door."
After waiting for a moment, no one responded.
The male sheriff knocked on the door again, making a clanging sound.
At this moment, he vaguely saw a shadow walking by in the direction of the corner of the aisle under the incandescent light. Although he saw no one, the passing shadow caught his eye.
"Someone deliberately concealed it?" Questions arose in his mind.
"Who's inside? Open the door, I see you."
Still no response.
The male sheriff squatted down again, stretched out his right hand, and stretched it through the gap of the cracked small iron door. Then he retracted it and said to his colleague: "Your arm is smaller. I felt the bolt inside. Pull the latch to open the door.”
The female sheriff walked down the steps and squatted down in front of the small iron gate. She was petite, which was much more convenient than her colleagues.
Before reaching out to touch the bolt, she glanced inside, and then she was startled, as if she saw a figure passing by.
Trying to keep his eyes open, he took out the flashlight from his waist, turned it on and shined it inside, but saw nothing.
"Did you just see someone inside?" the female sheriff asked her colleague next to her.
"I seem to have seen a shadow. Someone must be living here and deliberately not opening the door." The male sheriff nodded.
The female sheriff shined the flashlight inside again, then switched the flashlight to her other hand and stretched her right hand through the cracked gap.
"Go up a little, it's right there, have you found it?" the male police officer commanded.
The female sheriff quickly touched the door bolt, and there was a sound of metal collision inside the door. She nodded: "Yes, it's open. You can try pushing it."
The male sheriff pushed it, but there was no movement. He pulled it again and found that it was still locked.
"Poke around to see if there are any other door bolts." He reminded.
The female sheriff had already stretched out her hand, but after hearing this, she stretched her hand inside again. After a while, she said: "I touched it. There is another one on top, but this one is hard to reach."
"If that doesn't work, we'll just call..."
Before the male Sheriff finished speaking, he saw the female Sheriff's expression change and she was stunned, "There are hands inside..."
As soon as the words came out, she immediately wanted to take out her right hand, but a strong force came from behind the door, grabbing the female sheriff's arm and yanking it inside.
With a bang, the female sheriff's shoulder hit the iron door hard, causing half of her cheek to become red and swollen, blood overflowing from her mouth, and her consciousness was blurred.
When the male police officer saw this, he quickly grabbed her shoulders, but he couldn't pull her back at all.
There was another bang, and the male sheriff was staggered forward by the force inside, and his forehead hit the iron door.
At this time, half of the female sheriff's body had been forcefully pulled into the gap in the iron door. Her body was bleeding profusely, her head was tilted to the outside, and she was motionless. It was unclear whether she was unconscious or dead.
This iron door is not thick, and the gap in the door is now even wider, and it is dented inward.
The male sheriff was so frightened that he took out his pistol, put it against one of the cracks in the door, and fired three shots in a row.
The force dragging the female sheriff suddenly loosened, and there was no more force to pull her inward. He subconsciously grabbed the female sheriff's arm and quickly pulled her out, but the other person's body was already stuck in the gap and was not moving at all.
The male sheriff immediately held the gun with one hand and turned on the intercom with the other.
"Requesting support, locating the location of patrol car 128, requesting support..."
At this time, the old man who scavenged was so frightened that he ran away, yelled in panic, and ran out of the garbage alley. After running a few steps, he fell to the ground, got up and ran again.
There was a reply quickly on the other end of the intercom: "It has been located. Patrol cars 113, 149, and 088 will arrive soon."
The male sheriff immediately added: "Notify the special investigation team at the same time, notify the special investigation team!"
After the call ended, he clearly heard a series of "clucking" sounds coming from a little distance behind the door, as if a person was grinding his teeth.
"Back off, I'm specifically warning you to back off!"
boom!
Afraid that the guy on the other side of the door would hurt his colleague again, the male sheriff put the muzzle of his gun against the gap again and fired a shot inside.
Regardless of whether it can hit the target, at least it is a warning and a deterrent.
…
Ten fifteen in the morning.
A taxi stopped on the street about a hundred meters away from the garbage alley. Neither Shen Xing nor Mou Ling got out of the car. They just sat in the car. They looked at several police cars parked at the entrance of the garbage alley. There is a black business car.
"Oh haha." Mou Ling shrugged, "That black business car is from the special team of Qishan City. They have already arrived."
After saying this, she turned her eyes to Shen Xing who was sitting next to her and asked, "Do you want to go over?"
Shen Xing pondered for a moment: "Go."
