Calamity Crown

2022-01-18

Chapter 27 Unexpected Visitors

“What?”

Swart pressed, but two Subordinates can’t say a reason at all.

Pop, pa!

The sheriff raised his hand and slapped the two subordinates.

This time, the two woke up.

“What’s down there?”

Swart asked again.

“Corpse!”

“Bone!”

The two subordinates said in unison, and then, they hooked the head together again, saying.

“Flesh!”

“Visceral!”

Then, the two looked at each other, as if arguing with their eyes that they were right.

“Okay, okay.”

“Two.”

Swart let two of his minions into the basement again.

The two at this time are better than the previous two, but they are limited, and there is still no way to fully describe what is in the basement.

However, after changing three groups of people in a row, and confirming that there is no danger below, Goethe directly picked up the lantern and walked down.

Swart thought for a while, then picked up a lantern and followed Goethe down.

Then the sheriff regretted it.

What did he see?

Corpse!

Blood dripping, neatly cut corpses were stacked on an altar supported by six skeletons.

The skeleton is complete, with skull, cervical vertebrae, arms, and legs.

The six skeletons are in a kneeling posture. From the side, it looks like six people are holding a large round plate against their backs, and the flesh and blood are meals on the plate.

Even Goethe doesn’t know the ‘transcendent’ of the world in front of him.

However, when I saw the scene in front of me, I still felt a strong sense of ceremony.

Appears to be a sacrifice.

It’s like offering.

“Spit!”

Swart vomited when he saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Goethe continued to investigate with a lantern.

Flesh and blood on a large plate, including human, cattle, sheep and horses, as well as rabbits and chickens.

These are very easy to distinguish.

Because these flesh and blood have not been refined.

Simply put, there is no such thing as peeling, that is, after the most primordial cutting, it is placed on it, one of the sheep’s heads, under the light of the lamp, in the turbid eyes, a Fonts are increasingly disturbing.

In the blood red, the cloudy one-line eyes seem to be coming to life.

Goethe brows slightly wrinkle, looking down.

The skeletons below are different, they were cut finely, leaving only the skeletons.

Also, the flesh and blood were not on the plate.

Goethe looked at the six skeletons with complicated eyes.

He was sure his ‘aunt’ was in it.

Which one is it?

Goethe cannot read.

He can judge the gender of the skeleton by the slender skeleton, but he cannot judge the appearance.

However, one thing Goethe is certain of.

The ‘masterpiece’ in front of me should not be the handwriting of ‘Mist Murderer’.

To be precise, those people just now should not be in the same group as ‘Mist Murderer’.

It should be his ‘aunt’ who provokes the unprovokable person alone.

It’s just…

Why would these people attack him?

Goethe brows tightly knit.

It’s about ‘transcendent’ and he can’t judge accurately without critical information.

“Hope Morey sees the information soon.”

Goethe thought so, continuing to look around.

He saw the meat hook, and a human skin being caught…

Not quite.

Some places are broken.

It can be seen that the person who started it is not very skilled.

But the humanoid can basically be seen.

“Spit!”

Swart, who had just vomited, vomited again after seeing these human skins.

Then the sheriff couldn’t take it any longer.

“Goethe, I’ll go up and wait for you.”

With that, before Goethe could answer, the sheriff ran up.

And Goethe looked towards the up ahead which should be the ‘altar’.

There is a long table there.

To the left and right of the table are candles the size of an arm, placed on ash-gray skulls.

In the middle of the table, there is an open book.

The book is not big, only palm-size, and the overall number of pages is not many, about 20 pages, Goethe carefully checked and confirmed that there are no traps, and picked up the book.

The book does not have a hard cover, but a soft cowhide.

The paper is yellowed, apparently quite old.

And the text above…

I can’t read it!

Goethe brows slightly wrinkle, closing the book in his hand and putting it in the pocket of his jacket.

“This should be transcendent text!”

Goethe guessed.

And if you want to confirm it, it is not difficult.

In the afternoon, Morey had a class for him.

Thinking of this, Goethe checked the basement again and was about to head towards the ground, but stopped after only two steps.

He walked up to the six skeletons again, crouching down and clasping his hands together.

“Sorry.”

Goethe said, pulling out all the explosives hidden on the side of the jacket.

After lighting, he quickly left.

Swart naturally couldn’t see anything at the scene in front of him, but Morey was different.

Morey probably found something and deduced that he got the book.

And this is the result he is unwilling to face.

After all, from start to finish, he did not intend to ‘turn in’.

Life in his hometown has already given Goethe the habit of ‘keeping one hand’.

At this time, the reporters have arrived.

Swart, who had just vomited, was standing in front of many reporters with his head held high.

“This is an extremely murderous case.”

“These outlaws have long exceeded our imagination.”

“Even the most Brave detectives have just been frightened.”

Swart stood there with a serious look on his face.

“Sheriff Swart, does that include you?”

a reporter asked.

“Of course!”

“I was also frightened, but I didn’t flinch because I knew very well that there were too many civilians behind me who needed me to go. Protect me, so even if I’m scared, I’m going to stand up.”

The Swart, who was wet and looked very embarrassed, seemed to be blooming all over his body at this moment, under the sunlight of the morning. Some kind of brilliance.

pa pa pa.

The surrounding reporters and civilians applauded.

At this moment——

bang!

The explosion sounded, everyone was startled, and many people climbed directly to the ground .

When the dust fell, people looked at each other in blank dismay. They looked at the motionless Swart standing there in embarrassment, with admiration on their faces. Some reporters even walked directly to Swart. go.

But as soon as they got close, they smelled a stench.

Is it urine?

The reporters looked towards Swart suspiciously.

But right away, they’ll hook the head.

How could the brave Sheriff Swart be peeing his pants!

Goethe glanced at it, then avoided the crowd, returned to the police carriage, and waited quietly for Swart.

This is what the other party deserves.

The cooperation of both parties, each gets what they need.

After ten minutes, Swart returned to the carriage with an excited but embarrassed face.

“What happened down there?”

Swart asked.

“There’s explosives hidden underneath.”

Goethe replied without blinking.

“Dynamite?”

“Hey, these guys are really terrifying!”

Swart muttered to himself, then continued.

“Half!”

“I know!”

Swart, who also understands the partnership, has nothing to hide.

“Well, if you can… help me identify the six skeletons.”

“One of them is my ‘aunt’.”

“If it’s unrecognizable, that’s fine.”

Goethe tried to keep his voice low.

Swart was taken aback.

Then he wanted to raise his hand to pat Goethe’s shoulder, but before he fell, he heard Goethe say: “If you dare to pat me with the hand you touched the crotch, I will let you use it in the future. Can’t get this hand.”

“Haha, how could it be?”

“I definitely won’t.”

Swart scratched his head with a dry smile.

Suddenly, I felt a stinky smell.

Subconsciously, the sheriff came back to his senses after he put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed it, and immediately shook his hand in disgust, but accidentally his finger touched the carriage on the side.

“His!”

The sheriff in pain instinctively put his fingers in his mouth, trying to reduce the pain.

The sheriff was stunned.

Goethe silently moved away.

After that, on the way back to the police station, the two sides kept silent for a long time.

“I’m going to take a shower, brush my teeth, and change my clothes.”

When getting off the carriage, Swart left this sentence and walked away quickly.

Goethe walked towards Swart’s office.

But soon, Goethe realized something was wrong.

On the way to Swart’s office, there are too many cops standing around, and they’re quietly sizing up and pointing fingers at him.

This was not there before.

He is not welcome at the police station.

Goethe knows this.

The patrolmen didn’t even dare to look at him before.

Now it’s pointing fingers.

This made Goethe frown

He had a bad premonition.

And soon, he knew the answer.

Pushing open the door of the office, Goethe saw at a glance a lady in a white dress, with a sweet smile and a gentle temperament, standing in front of the desk.

Hearing the door open, the woman turned around immediately, and when she saw it was Goethe, her eyes flashed with surprise.

“Goethe!”

The other party shouted happily.

Goethe popped the other person’s name out of his mind-

Sierra!

(End of this chapter)