North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI Chapter 116

  Chapter 116 Bloody Art, shot

   "According to the thermal imaging, those people should be in those tents. What are they doing outside with some scarecrows? Do they think this can prevent wild animals?"

  Masa was taken aback by the **** scarecrows rippling in the wind.

   If you look at it from a distance.

   This thing looks like a row of blood shadows summoning souls here.

  Dean has good eyesight. After squinting his eyes, he exhaled a breath of white air and tightened his clothes: "Masa, that's human skin!"

   "Human skin?"

  Masa tried to see clearly, but his eyesight was not as good as Dean's, so he shook the rifle in his hand: "Let's go, whether it's human skin or not, at least we may find useful traces."

  The two walked down from the back hillside, disturbing the group of wild deer drinking water, scaring them to flee to the other side, and the ripples of the lake startled a group of birds that had not yet migrated.

   "I really want to shoot these fat fawns."

  Masa licked his lips, and his eyes accelerated the frequency of scanning around.

  He is on the alert for some traps and early warning devices that may be inconspicuous.

   It seems to be getting closer.

  Masa pulled Dean suddenly: "Stop, there is a problem with the bushes in front!"

He pulled Dean to squat down and pointed to the brown rock layer next to the bushes: "Did you see the loose soil under the rocks? In this U-shaped terrain, the mountain wind is very strong on the mountainside, and the soil on the edge cannot be left. Then Someone stuck behind it in order to cover it up."

  Dean approached carefully, and sure enough, in the inconspicuous mud, he found a grass rope that was not too thin, but whose color matched the color of the ground.

   Extend along the straw rope.

  With the shrub as the center, grass ropes connect seven or eight scattered rocks in the front and back, resembling a simple spider web structure.

   "What kind of institution is this?"

   Dean was puzzled.

  The shrubs are half the height of a person, and the interior is sparse. There is nothing unusual in the past.

"It should be something like a steel ball!", Massa took a deep breath, and pulled Dean back: "Pay attention to the angle of those rocks in the middle of the mountain! As long as someone steps on those ropes, it will drive the mud that fixes the rocks." , causing the rocks to tumble and trigger the mechanism inside the bushes!"

   Finished speaking.

  He pulled Dean to a big rock, picked up the stone, and smashed it precisely at the bush.

next moment.

  crack~

  Slight and soft sound.

  Seven or eight grass ropes were tensed in an instant, bounced off the rock, and pulled a sparking, similar to a bicycle ball disc to a height of about one meter.

   There was a slight bang.

  Densely dense black balls, lasing in all directions.

  Dean looked at something that hit the rock just in front of them and broke apart, and said with a smile: "Masa, this seems to be a mud pellet."

  Ma Sa Dingqing took a look and found that these black **** were really low-quality air-dried mud pellets, and some of them even turned into scattered pieces in the air and fell with the wind.

  This mechanism is aimed at the area from the legs to the abdomen, but it is filled with mud pellets, full of a mischievous taste.

   "This looks like a greeting between friends, can you tell the time set by the agency?"

   "I can't tell exactly. Anyway, it's between early morning and now, because as soon as night falls, the straw rope will automatically trigger the mechanism when the heat expands and the cold shrinks. This thing is actually very sensitive."

  Masa exhaled a breath of cold air: "Man, believe me, this is not a prank, but a way of greeting. Guess why the other party set up the mechanism here because the hillside is so wide?"

   "Because it is relatively flat and has a wide field of vision, as long as people want to go from where we came down to the camp ahead, they will subconsciously choose this route. This is very simple 'subconscious self-suggestion'."

   Dean replied.

  Subconscious self-suggestion refers to the instinctive choice of behavioral awareness.

  Just like most men like women with big bears, when they see this kind of women, their eyes will subconsciously look at them.

  Because this kind of woman is beneficial to the growth of offspring, it follows the selection and attraction of genes, not because men are lustful.

   "It seems that your psychology is also very good." Massa stretched out his thumb and praised without hesitation: "The third point of trace tracking is psychological derivation!"

He got up, took Dean to the ineffective mechanism, and explained: "This mechanism seems to be just a harmless prank, but it is actually a means of psychological pressure. Members, guess what kind of mental state they will be in after being hit by the organ?"

   "Like a frightened rabbit, it will be suspicious, suspecting that every bush and bush has hidden traps. If there are some deterrent tricks in the future, the chaser will have a mental breakdown before encountering the skinning brother."

"right!"

   "But these methods are useless for professionals like me. Instead, they will be exposed to wandering nearby, and they have not gone deep into the mountains at all!"

Massa dropped the very light disc and smelled the gunpowder left on it: "According to the degree of dampness and burning of the gunpowder, this mechanism should have been put down this morning. Calculate the time, maybe we can see it when we get to that camp." That idiot who entered the mountain earlier than us."

  The idiot he was talking about was the fool who entered the mountain a few hours earlier than the two, left many traces in front, fired at least seven or eight shots, but failed to catch a single prey.

  The two stopped discussing and approached the camp by the lake more carefully.

   May be limited by material.

   Until the two of Dean walked five or six meters outside the temporary camp, they didn't find any more agencies.

   This distance.

  They finally saw clearly the true appearance of those 'scarecrows'.

  On the rough wooden cross, four **** human skins were stuffed with weeds, their heads were wrapped in rags, hung in a row, rippling in the wind, like four large blood-red sunny dolls.

  The blood on the human skin has dried up.

  The blood spots on the ground were scattered back and forth, which meant that after the human skin was peeled off, the people who did it couldn't wait to make them into straw dolls and hang them here.

  Masa is very interested in these human skins.

   After confirming that there were no traps around, he stepped forward to look around and exclaimed:

   "This is definitely the skinning brother's method!

  These human skins are cut from the back, along the fat layer, using a very thin knife, and completely peeled off without any mistakes. This requires not only strong skills, but also patience. "

  Human skin is very thin, and it is extremely difficult to deal with it without damage.

  Masa continued to tear off the cloth covers tied to the head of the 'Scarecrow'. Inside was a propped up human head, but the face was vacant, only stuffed with straw.

   The visual impact of this scene is very strong!

  Incomplete sense of absence.

   Surprisingly endowed these 'scarecrows' with an indescribable, evil and crazy artistic atmosphere.

   "I finally know why those two brothers like to take away those faces every time they peel their skins." Massa murmured: "They think they are creating art."

   "This is good news. Perverts who pursue artistic sense are often paranoid. I bet they are nearby!"

  Dean is not interested in the art of perverted play.

  He glanced around and found nothing unusual, then walked towards the four tents scattered together in a circle.

   When Massa used the infrared thermal imager, he said that there were several living people inside.

  But there are several stripped human skins hanging outside.

  Dean was curious why the people in the tent were still alive.

   It's getting closer.

  The faint smell of blood and another unexplainable smell poured into the nasal cavity, and at the same time, there was a very subtle sizzling sound, which passed into Dean's keen ears.

  The sound and smell come from the tent on the left!

  Especially the sound, it is very weird, a bit like the feeling of grilling sausage, and then the oil bursts out of the meat.

  Dean walked to the left, and just about to unzip the tent, he suddenly thought of the mechanism in front, so he walked aside and patted Massa who was still observing the 'Art Scarecrow'.

"What's wrong?"

   "See if everyone is in the first tent on the left."

  Masa showed embarrassment on his face: "Sorry, I rarely see such a mixture of evil and terrifying beauty, so I am a little lost."

  Dean nodded and didn't say much.

  In fact, he knew that Massa was thinking about how much these 'human skin scarecrows' could be sold for.

Yes.

   This thing can be sold for money.

   And the price is not cheap.

  In the black market in Los Angeles, there are people who specialize in auctioning and selling such items. They are the murder weapons, personal items, and beloved items of some perverted murderers.

  Some 'collectors' have a fanatical hobby for collecting these things.

  As long as you give these things special meaning, there will be no shortage of buyers.

  Masa took out the bulky infrared thermal imager, first observed the surrounding mountains, and checked the tent in front of him after making sure that there were no 'animals' nearby.

"Dean, the four human figures, 'sit' on the four corners of the tent respectively, forming a circle, motionless, it's strange, the heat they present is too strong, it's obvious even through the tent, I I suspect that there are surprises waiting for us inside."

   "Don't worry about any surprises, just burn this tent!" Dean always likes to be simple and rude.

  Whether you have a mechanism or not!

   Burn your tent directly!

   Say it and do it!

   The two called out a few words first, and after seeing no response from the 'person' inside, they took two ignited logs and threw them on the side of the tent.

   not long.

  Two small openings, exposed.

   Come out together, there are also hellish scenes and a strong smell of meat

  See clearly the miserable image inside.

  Masa, a well-informed old FBI agent, was stunned for a few seconds before cursing in a low voice: "FK, I probably won't touch barbecue in the future!"

  I saw the big tent of about ten square meters.

Four uncoated humanoid creatures with melted fat and oil, standing on the ground with their feet empty, hands raised together, showing a "1" posture, hanging by ropes, revealing that they have been hollowed out, filled and still roasting Charcoal fire of flesh and blood.

  The sound of splattering grease came from their bodies.

  The ground of the tent was already covered with a thick layer of solidified yellow-white grease, filling the surrounding air with a mixed smell of half meat and half greasy.

  This is also the reason why Massa feels that the four 'people' inside are too hot.

  The body is full of charcoal, can it not be strong?

   It's like a scene of purgatory.

  Masa really didn't have the courage to go in.

  After confirming that there was no mechanism in the tent, Dean gave him a contemptuous look, stepped on the floor full of corpse ointment, strode to the corpses, and reported the details to Massa:

   "The layer near the outside of the corpse is coal, and the inside is charcoal. The fire is well controlled. Brother Skinning must have put a lot of thought into it.

  The internal organs of the four people were all emptied, and the breastbone was completely removed, and the limbs did not move. It is estimated that they were worried that the coal would burn through the hands and feet of the corpses, destroying the current coordination. "

   "How many layers of coal are there?"

   "Two layers, the outermost layer has been burned, red, the side that is close to the flesh, has not been completely burned."

   "Bring one and show me!"

  Dean glanced around the tent, found a pair of small tongs beside a small oven, grabbed the outermost coal, and brought it outside.

  Masa looked at it for a moment, and affirmed: "This is natural coal produced in the west. It is very resistant to fire. It takes about three hours for a unit to turn red all over. So Brother Peeling, he was still here six hours ago!"

   "Let's go, check out the other tents."

  The two checked the remaining three tents in turn according to the method of burning the tents, and found the internal organs lost by the four people and blood stains all over the floor.

   These four people should be planning to camp here for a period of time. They not only brought a lot of daily necessities, but also an assembled barbecue grill, several bags of coal, and drinks.

   It is estimated that after preparing to hunt the prey, they will have a barbecue party directly.

   As a result, the four were attacked by the skinning brothers.

  I became the main material of the barbecue, and the carefully prepared coal accompanied them in another way.

   "There were no signs of a shot being fired.

  Brother Peeling probably took advantage of the four people's unpreparedness and killed them with cold weapons.

  The materials were turned over, and no firearms and ammunition were found.

  The skinning brothers took these hunters who entered the mountain as prey for replenishing supplies. "

   After some investigation, Dean came to a conclusion.

the other side.

  Masa also found an important clue: "Dean, come here."

  Dean walked over with an unpleasant smell, and found that Massa was lying in front of a very shallow blood footprint, as if seeing a peerless beauty.

   "What information does this footprint give you?"

   "A lot!" Massa pointed to the outline of the shoe prints: "This is some distance from the camp, and under normal circumstances, the blood stains on the soles of the shoes have also dried up.

   But there is still a shoe print with a deep center and a shallow periphery.

  This means that the owner of the shoe prints was carrying a heavy load.

  The edge of the shoe print is irregular and blurred, which means that the weight made him unstable.

  Generally, only people struggling violently can cause such a situation. "

   "You mean, Brother Skinning left behind someone else?"

   "Yes, and it should be the unlucky guy who just entered the mountain this morning. He was caught by Brother Skinning. Fortunately, he didn't become a member of the Scarecrow, but was taken away as a snack."

  Dean whistled: "Tsk tsk, dessert after dinner, it seems that we are lucky, they should be preparing for the entertainment after nightfall."

   "For us, this is indeed good news, I can already guess where they are hiding!"

  Masa dropped his backpack, carefully checked the rifle in his hand, and after ensuring that he was in good condition, he took Dean to a pine needle forest and accelerated his pace.

   Half an hour later.

  The two of them walked out in the lee of the mountain, and saw the faint green smoke rising.

  Masa curled his lips: "These two **** are really confident. Not only did they stay on the outskirts of the mountains, hunting those hunters to replenish supplies, but they also lit the fire so openly."

  Dean was puzzled.

  The other party is really so arrogant, and can easily escape from the police?

next moment.

  Dean felt his back itching, and subconsciously shrank his body.

  Bang~ A gunshot echoed in the wilderness.

  Dean felt numbness in his back and shoulders without the bulletproof vest, his clothes were torn, and he felt the pain of tearing flesh and blood.

   Fuck!

   Hide away!

  Dodging bullets becomes catching bullets! !

   Fortunately, he just rubbed his arm and tore a piece of flesh!

   "Dean!"

   Massa realized this, and wanted to throw Dean down, but only felt a huge force, knocking him aside.

   When he came back to his senses.

  Dean was already like a raging wolf, moving in the direction of shooting, leaping and galloping with incomparable flexibility, and approaching at a very fast speed, leaving only Massa with a distant back.

  Masa glanced at the blood spilled on the ground, a little skeptical: this **** can run so fast after being shot, is it a livestock! !

   Sorry for getting up late.

   Try to update two more chapters today.

   In addition, he brazenly begged for a monthly pass.

   There are 1,900 copies, just one step away from 2,000.

  (end of this chapter)

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