Chapter 684 683. The Devil Comes

". It is reported that this attack was a hacker organization base in northern Europe. The police found that according to the residence registration, there should have been more than 30 members of the organization living here, but only the wreckage of some members was found at the scene. , as well as the traces of some religious ceremonies, due to the complicated situation at the scene, the police said that further investigation is needed, and at present no organization has claimed responsibility for the incident here.”

   The news on the phone played the latest report, causing the police officer in charge, Eisenwell, to shake his head.

   "It's all and what, can't our journalists even tell the truth?"

  Essenwell was wearing a mask. He put away his mobile phone, opened the cordon, and walked into the abandoned factory.

   "Man, you have to know that if we tell the people that these people don't know why they have become like this, then we will be out of work the next day."

   said another policeman next to him, who also wore a mask and gloves.

   The two passed through a white shed and put on white isolation gowns to prevent pollution before finally entering the abandoned factory.

A strong smell of blood came, and this strong smell was unbearable even for a seasoned butcher who worked in the slaughterhouse every day. In this situation, he also vomited into the isolation suit on the spot, and had a strong sense of dizziness, which was not relieved until a few hours later.

What    presented to Essenwell and his colleagues was a **** scene that Dante's Divine Comedy could not describe.

On the walls, on the table, on the computer, and even on the ceiling, there were splashes of solidified flesh and blood everywhere. According to the forensic identification, these flesh and blood were thrown up with a huge force, and the impact caused the fragments of the flesh to spread directly. A piece of cake, according to the guesses of the forensic doctors, can only appear in this state when an explosion equivalent to an artillery shell occurs in the human body.

   But think about it, how could a person have such an explosion?

Eisenwell looked to the other side again. On the ground, countless pieces of flesh gathered together like living worms. Only the outlines of humans could be vaguely recognized. There were at least five people here, who were smashed in a twisted way. Mixed together, no one except the devil can think of why they are like this.

In other corners of the factory, there are some more bizarre corpses. The bones, muscles, and blood vessels of these corpses form some kind of tentacle-like structure. Of course, this is only a forensic statement. In fact, the form of these people has collapsed. They have become weird and terrifying monsters. Fortunately, they are full of bullet holes. It is estimated that they were solved by other people in the abandoned factory.

  If you think about it, you can imagine the kind of plot where your companions turn into monsters one by one, and then have to kill them with guns, and finally even yourself can't escape the tragic fate.

   Of course, this is outrageous.

  Esenwell prefers to believe that some cruel, cunning and perverted gangsters are here to vent their cruel desires.

   He came to a room, where the situation was even more tragic, there were both half-gnawed corpses, meat pieces that stopped crawling, and monsters with tentacles.

   Here, Eisenwell saw a strange thing on the table.

   That's a helmet.

   This helmet, of course Eisenwill knows.

   is 【Morning Star】.

   He doesn't pay much attention to this kind of game equipment, but his son who is in junior high school is an avid fan of Lu Bian, and he wants him to get one for him no matter what.

  Fortunately, after knowing that Lu Bian's equipment is only in Chinese, his son has calmed down a little, and Eisenwell even proposed to let his son learn Chinese, which is not a loss anyway.

   "Why is this thing here?"

   asked Eisenwell.

"[Morning Star] Ah, our colleagues in the technical team investigated the computer hard drive here and found that this hacker group may be engaged in the work of cracking this device, but unfortunately they seem to have failed. There are no relevant files in the hard drive. This device No problems other than being taken apart."

   The colleague on the side replied.

"Oh."

  Essenwell looked away from the helmet. He thought that these people should have been attacked when they were trying to crack it. This helmet was not directly related to the case.

   He looked around, and suddenly, some inspiration made Eisenwell look to the ground.

   He saw the ground of a boss chair, and the bloodstain seemed to form some kind of regular pattern.

"look here."

  Essenwill carefully came to the chair, he crouched down, and asked for a flashlight to illuminate the ground.

   He saw that there was a shoe print on the blood that had solidified.

   There are many shoe prints left at the scene, which is enough to witness the panic of those present at the time, but this shoe print is different.

   This is a woman's shoe print.

  As an experienced detective, Eisenwell could see at a glance that this was the footprint of a young woman's high-heeled shoes. She was quite slender, and she walked in this blood-stained place, but she didn't panic at all.

   As we all know, this organization is registered, and there are no women in the death list that has been traced so far.

  Who is this woman?

  Essenwell vaguely felt that he might have grasped the key to this matter.

   At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

   In this quiet and busy crime scene, the abrupt ringtone made many people shiver.

  Esenwell glanced at the incoming call, it turned out to be his immediate boss.

   He hurriedly left the scene, went to a place where the air was a little fresher outside, and answered the phone.

   "It's me, I'm on the scene, we've got some clues. What? Wait, but I'm okay, I get it."

  Essenwill hangs up.

   His boss just told him that all information about this case will be sealed immediately, the case will be closed immediately, and the investigation should not be continued.

   This makes Eisenwell feel unreasonable.

   But it is not that he has not seen this kind of situation. In some cases involving areas that he cannot touch, he will encounter such a treatment.

  Although the detective’s intuition told Eisenwell that there might be something bigger involved behind this incident, he still suppressed his curiosity.

   After get off work, Eisenwell drove home, and he habitually turned on the car radio as the background music.

   At this time, he heard some notable news.

  ". According to the reporter of this station, an explosion occurred in the experimental base of XXXX Company in XXXX early this morning, and many engineers died in the accident. It is reported that the experimental base."

   He listened to the unexpected news of a certain weapons company on the radio, and inexplicably had a sense of sight.

   Turning the radio louder a little, and turning his eyes from the radio to the front, Eisenwell suddenly saw a woman wearing a cheongsam with an enchanting figure in front of his car.

   He hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but the woman seemed to have not noticed it at all, covered her face with a fan, and walked across the street.

   Horns and roars came from behind, but Eisenwell was stunned and could no longer start the car.

   An unpleasant premonition emerged in his heart, and Eisenwell managed to turn his gaze back from the corner where the woman disappeared.

  dong dong dong—

   The traffic policeman on duty knocked on Eisenwell's window and he put it down.

   "Sir, have you encountered any problems?"

   asked the traffic policeman.

   "No, I didn't, just to avoid that lady."

  Essenwell was a little incoherent.

"Miss?"

  The traffic police looked at Eisenwell suspiciously, just like looking at those drug addicts who took to the streets and dragged their cars.

   "There are no ladies here, sir, this is the middle of the street."

   said the traffic policeman.

  Essenwell felt his back soaked through.

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   (end of this chapter)