Calvin's guess was correct, but it was a corpse that caused panic on the beach.

But the corpse was more horrific than any ordinary corpse, more terrifying.

The police soon arrived, and a young policeman stepped forward unsuspectingly to try to investigate the situation, and then he suddenly quickly covered his mouth and retreated.

Several other officers took a look at the scene, some of them retching, others looking unusually ugly.

A yellow cordon was erected, and the officers began to drive away the people around them, and then ordered them to delete the photos from their cameras so that the deplorable corpse would appear on social networks and cause unnecessary panic.

But to the surprise of the police, there were so many people gathered because of the body, but not many of them took pictures — something unusual in this age of social networking.

"But, in fact, understandable. ”

A very young, apparently newcomer-looking policeman muttered softly to his colleague, his eyes still a little red, because he had just contributed all the bacon quiches he had eaten this morning to the paper bag.

"Even if I'm not a landscape, I don't want to take that kind of picture — it's so ominous, and I always feel like once I take a picture, I'm going to be the protagonist of that kind of horror B-movie. ”

"Shut up, rookie. ”

An elderly policeman walked past him and gave him a cold look.

"This isn't going to be an ordinary case, go get those damn idlers out of this damn place!"

"Okay, okay, Sheriff Joyce......"

The rookie cop shrunk his neck and quickly walked towards the crowd of people who were cautiously looking beyond the yellow line.

As for the old sheriff, Officer Joyce, he walked past his rookie and towards the corpse.

Joyce looked like the kind of police officer who came out of a crime TV series, he was quite tall, his police uniform was taut, and the outline of the strong muscles under the uniform could be faintly seen, his expression was always cold and serious, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and although he was not very old, his sideburns had turned white.

But even he, before he could reach the corpse, a strong stench rushed towards him, almost bringing him to tears.

The body was lying on its back on the sand, the back of the body already covered with sand, and the front of the body, which had not yet been contaminated by the sand, took on an unsightly grayish-brown color. Officer Joyce had a very bad premonition just by seeing the color of the corpse, and then he saw the most horrific part of the corpse—

The carcass of a dog, rotting to the point of juice and swelling, was placed squarely in the abdominal cavity of that corpse.

The dog's mouth was wide open from the rotting gas, revealing green moldy teeth, but the tongue that drooped from between the teeth was unusually bright red and wet......

"Oh, damn it. ”

Officer Joyce let out a curse, desperate for a cigarette.

"I can bet you, that damn thing has a human tongue in its mouth. ”

His partner, Han, approached him silently and whispered in his ear.

Joyce turned his head and glanced at the other party coldly: "I can also bet you that tongue is the victim's." ”

Officer Han smiled slyly. As Asian, it's hard to tell how old he is from his smooth face, not to mention the casual smile that seems to be a little careless. Judging from his appearance alone, he is no different from a rookie who has just graduated from the police academy, but no one in the Sunset Town Police Department will underestimate him - Han is an old fox, and he is the kind of bloodthirsty old fox.

Han, as an old fox, did not take the bet, and his long experience let him know that Joyce was right.

"Has the victim been identified?"

Joyce asked.

Han shook his head: "Not yet, her teeth have been knocked out, her fingerprints have been destroyed, and what's worse, her body has been boiled...... And it's a very thorough way to cook it. ”

"Hell. ”

Joyce muttered with a bad face, and the disgusting smell came from that.

"I think we'll need to work a bit on finding her—"

"Hey, sir, you should come and see this. ”

The man in charge of examining the body let out an exclamation.

Joyce and Han glanced at each other, then walked briskly towards the corpse.

Then they found the line on the back of the corpse, a flower script embroidered with bright red silk thread on the dark brown flesh that had been boiled and rested.

(To my beloved)

Joyston stopped, and Han poked his head out of him to glance at the line of words quickly, then let out an exaggerated smack.

"Wow, that's unpleasant—is it a psychopathic killer again?"

"No, it's not just a psychopathic killer," Joyce pulled out his phone, he expertly pressed a number, and in between dialing that number, he added to Han, "It's a serial psychopathic killer." ”

Han saw the number on Joyce's phone screen, and the name on it was "Izac Holden" — and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

"Wait, what do you think this case is......"

Han subconsciously wanted to say something, but he suddenly stopped talking and suddenly looked behind him......

Outside the yellow cordon, the crowd of vacationers had gradually dispersed, leaving only a few young people who were too young to look stupid. They had apparently arrived after the cordon had been set up, otherwise they would not have probed their brains with such excitement as they did now, but would have run to the side and vomited like some policemen did.

"What's wrong?"

As Officer Han was in a trance, Joyce had finished his phone call with Isaac Holden, and he put the phone back in his pocket and asked solemnly.

Han hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Nothing...... Probably. He looked a little uncertain, his cautious and piercing gaze still roaming the beach, "I just felt that something was wrong, as if someone was spying on us." He glanced at Joyce and continued, "You know, that kind of 'snooping.' ”

Joyce's expression became more solemn: "Do you think the murderer is here?"

Han winked mischievously at Joyce, "Bet or not - he must be around here." ”

……

About three hundred meters away from the two experienced detectives, Fuge quietly pressed his back against the trunk of a palm tree.

The ground was covered by dense tropical vegetation that obscured most of his □□, and he was looking down at his phone. No one would have thought there was anything incongruous about Fugg's presence here, he looked like the most ordinary tourist: he came to the beach, only to find that it had been cordoned off because of the murder, and he was probably complaining to his friends in anger.

But only he knows that he is not in a good mood.

The two officers, especially the Asian ...... With an acuity beyond the ordinary, it's very tricky. And the Asian officer's colleague, although he hadn't moved yet, Fugg's instincts told him that the guy should be in as much trouble as the Asian one.

Of course, those two officers were just a minor nuisance.

For Fugg, the real problem lies in another place.

【Red Deer?】

He asked coldly in his own consciousness.

[Did you do it?]

The police needed scientific means to determine the identity of the twisted corpse on the beach, but Fugg didn't.

Some higher level of perception made him recognize the corpse very easily, Catherine.

The Adventist nun who was sanctioned by the "angels" yesterday and finally had a nervous breakdown.

Although she wasn't there, or even physically dominant, Fugg, who had been secretly watching Red Deer and everything around her, couldn't be mistaken: the woman was still alive until she left Catherine's house yesterday.

She's crazy, but she's still alive.

[It's not me. 】

Red Deer let out a silent and cold reply from the deepest part of his consciousness.

[But I can feel your breath.] 】

Fuge coldly communicated with Red Deer in his heart.

[That corpse is entirely your work, including the ugly embroidered handwriting.] 】

The moment Fugg thought this, he felt some kind of extremely resentful anger piling up in Red Deer's soul-

[It's the thing in the door...... How dare it ...... Dare to cross me and pretend to be me......]

Fugg lowered his head, he looked at his fist.

His fingers, not of his own will, kept pinching his palms until blood flowed from the wound.

Although there had been a consensus for a long time - the consensus that Red Deer had reached with Fugg before he fell asleep: something had opened the door and entered the world through the inside of the door, and Fugg needed to find a way to deal with it. But neither Red Deer nor Fugg expected that "that thing" would be so bold as to show love to Calvin with Red Deer's prey in front of Red Deer.

[It has already crossed the line once.] 】

Red Deer whispered.

Every inch of the detailed image of the corpse that had appeared in front of Calvin's apartment was clearly visible to Fugg's eyes.

In reality, Fuge's body shook suddenly.

Two young women turned their heads and looked a little worried at the handsome young man on the side of the road.

"Are you okay?"

They asked with concern.

"It's okay, I'm fine. ”

Fugg stood firm, he spoke to the two men calmly, and walked straight towards his house.

[Red Deer, I'll take care of everything.] It's not time for you to come out yet. 】

Fugg was struck by a very strong headache, and the light and shadow kept changing in his vision, which was the burden of his body caused by the forced activation of the supposedly sleeping red deer.

But the red deer, who was in a state of rage, seemed to be a little unable to control his emotions, and in fact, the red deer's emotions also affected Fuge.

The shared state between personalities is so bad that Fugg tries to convince Red Deer, but even he knows he can't.

Because he knew exactly why Red Deer was caught in this crazy rage.

Whatever it was that had entered the world through the "door" last night, it had been imitated so much by the model Red Deer that it had been so similar that almost all of their personalities were ominous.

Moreover, that "it" is clearly competing for favor.

Fugg hates to admit this, but he's not the kind of person who can't see reality.

That thing mimicked all the possible tricks of Red Deer, just to tell Calvin - Look, I can do it too.

And this behavior of its will undoubtedly bring huge trouble to everyone.

This "all" included Calvin as well as himself. 166 Reading Network