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After Shaun said this, he saw that everyone was looking at him, but he didn't have any doubts, so he said loudly: "It's all there...... Let's get moving!!".

As soon as the words fell, the six members of the commando team, each in a two-by-two cover formation, began to attack the house, and one of the commandos in the lead kicked the door open, and one of the team members next to him immediately raised his gun, aimed at the inside, and attacked directly......

Sean held the FBI's customized M191 in his hand and followed the commandos, and as soon as he entered the house, his first feeling was that the room was cold, and the popular saying was that it was damp and cold. And the second feeling, which is even more exciting for Sean, is that he is completely able to smell a dead man in the air!

Sean analyzes the smell of the air with the detective system, which makes him more certain.

And the smell in the air is also mixed with a hint of blood, and the light inside this house is very dim, so it looks a bit like the meaning of a dark and cold world in a horror movie.

After the assault team entered the house, they immediately dispersed in a double cover formation according to Sean's orders, some checked the overall layout of the first floor, and some found the stairs and began to inspect the two floors above.

Sean also walked into the house with a gun in both hands, followed by the old police detective Charby, this guy used a Beretta Type 9 pistol, he followed closely behind Sean, as for the back of Gibson, Feida and other agents, also launched their own operations.

Sean and Charlbie walked through the short hallway. I entered a room that looked like my own workshop, but it was full of garbage and old items, and there was almost no place for anyone to stand, and the smell of decay and all kinds of stench was in my face. Sean held a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and his hands crossed to illuminate the situation in the room.

The layout of the room is still clear at a glance. In addition to the garbage is an old thing, but in the right, there is also a pedal sewing machine. But it looks like it's broken. Sean and Charbi gestured to continue checking on the other rooms.

It was at this time that the FBI commandos came. and Gibson, Feda and other agents reported back, "The second floor is safe. ”；“ 3rd floor security!";" Kitchen Safety" ......

"Deputy Detective Sean, you'd better come here!". Falid's voice rang out somewhere on the first floor. Sean and Charlbie immediately walked out of the room. Walk through the hallway. On the north side of the room, near a corner, Faled and Smith were standing in the doorway of a room with guns in their hands, and their faces were a little embarrassed. But it doesn't look like a dangerous situation.

"What's wrong?", Sean asked, frowning.

"Look!". Smith tilted his head toward the room, and Sean walked to the door and looked inside. I saw that this room was spotlessly cleaned. Linen sofas, wooden long dining tables. A large wardrobe, near the opposite wall, and an old-fashioned black-and-white TV, which is on at this time, plays an old movie on the screen, but the silent kind, and it's not just that the TV is broken, it's a silent movie!

But what is surprising is that two meters away from the TV, there is also a rocking chair, on which is sitting an old lady in her sixties, watching TV with relish. For the "loud shouting" outside, there is no indifference at all.

Another psychopath, Sean, who had been frantically scanning all the scenery in his sight, came up with his own answer, and Smith next to him said, "Sir, there's another door in this room!"

Sean nodded, he actually saw it, this room is quite large, a total of about twenty square meters. The old lady watching TV was on the right side of the room, and on the left, next to the corner, there was a wooden door.

Sean glanced at it, pointed at Smith, made another intercalation motion, and then pointed at the old lady who was watching TV.

Then Sean waved his hand at Charbi, and the two of them immediately walked to the door, and the old lady seemed to be attracted by the TV picture, and turned a blind eye to the intrusion of Sean and several people.

Sean and Charbi came to each side of the door and nodded to each other, Charbi gently pulled the door with his hand to see if it was closed, and found that there was no resistance at all, so he carefully opened it completely.

The moment Sean opened the door in Charby, he felt a very strong stench, and the smell of blood came out. The mixed smell is like a heat-seeking missile that automatically attacks the human olfactory system.

Sean, who was holding a gun in both hands, shone a flashlight on the stairs down, and after stepping on it with his foot, he suddenly let out a slight, tooth-aching "squeak" sound, and he immediately concentrated all his energy in his sight, if there was any dangerous situation, he didn't mind shooting at the first time; after walking down the wooden stairs, Sean's flashlight and pistol immediately shook around with his own inspection, but at this moment, with the light pillar of the flashlight, a dizzying paleness was reflected.

A limb, hanging upside down from a beam at the basement doorway. The abdomen had been shaved open, and the red blood was slowly flowing down from the dark cavity. It's like a taxidermy of an animal hanging above the door of many people's homes.

Charlby, behind Sean, at first thought it was a deer, or an animal like a sheep. Because deer hunting or sheep hunting is the right time to do so in this season. But in less than two seconds, the experienced old detective Zarby suddenly realized that it was a female corpse.

Four ropes hung from the beams of the house, tightly locking the limbs of the corpse. The abdominal cavity is cut from the genitals all the way to the larynx. The anus, pubic and skull have been removed and it is not known where.

Sean made a judgment in an instant, this woman didn't look at the blood dripping down her body, but it was definitely the result of the thawing, yes, this woman was before. It was refrigerated, frozen, and then cut. So much so that her blood could still flow very slowly long after being dissected.

Sure enough, just as the flashlight shone into the basement doorway, in the corner on the left, one was working. The huge freezer, which emits a slight "buzzing" sound, stands right there.

Seeing this situation, Sean became more cautious, gently bent down to avoid the corpse, and slowly walked into the door of the basement. Charlby, who was behind him, was in charge of covering and followed him closely.

The first thing that came into Sean's sight was a dining table, the style of this dining table. It's pretty much the same as the one in the old lady's room above. But it was even more spotless, and around the table, there were four chairs, and Sean noticed the number, which meant that they could be four, or eight. Because there were also four chairs at the table in the old lady's room upstairs.

There are also four strangely shaped soup bowls on the table. Sean recognized it just by a glance. These soup bowls are actually made from the upper part of a human skull.

There is also a soup pot in the middle, this pot is a normal kind, it is stainless steel, but the soup spoon inside, the spoon handle is made of the arm bone of the human forearm, and the process has almost become a work of art. It is definitely a reworked procedure. The spoon part is made of another smaller skull.

Charbi obviously recognized it, and he felt a wave of nausea in his chest, but these didn't distract him much, after all, he had been a detective for more than twenty years, and he had experienced a lot of bloody scenes such as murder and corpses!

Sean continued to look around the dim and cold basement, the room was still very large, at least thirty-seven or eight square meters, close to forty square meters, there was a two-seater sofa on the left side, there was a coffee table in front of the sofa, and on both sides of the sofa, there was an armchair. In the middle of the ground, there are several pots of green plants. That is, these potted plants that grow well can also provide some very limited fresh air to the environment where Sean and the two of them are.

On the right side of the entire basement, there is also a large bed, which is said to be large because of its length, but only a little wider than a normal single bed. And the length is at least nearly two meters four. At first glance, you can tell that you make it by hand, but the craftsmanship looks very good.

The sheets and quilts on it were neatly spread on it, if it weren't for the weird environment, Sean would definitely think that sleeping on this bed must be a clean, tidy, and neat big man. Next to it stood a bedside table with a small lamp on it.

Next to the bed there is a large double wardrobe. It's also handmade, with simple and crisp lines, but it's functional. However, what caught Sean's attention the most was not these, but a dresser placed on the ground in the direction of the bed. It was an old-fashioned dresser. The huge mirror reflected the pale light of Sean's flashlight.

In front of the mirror of the dresser, there are seven fixed head models, which resemble those often used by hairdressers.

It's just that these models are not wearing any wigs, but they are all wearing a leather, mask-like thing. Some masks have turned black, while others are still "fresh" and glow pale with grease.

Next to the dresser is a semi-new pedal sewing machine, complete with needles and threads. It looks like the one upstairs was abandoned because it was broken.

"Sir, we're coming down!". Feida and other agents upstairs shouted down at this time.

Sean carefully scanned the basement to make sure there was no secret door or anything like that, then stuck his pistol in his holster and shouted, "Okay! Come down, by the way, don't be scared by the corpse above the doorway!"

"Hell!";

"What the hell is this!".

Although there was Sean's reminder, Feida and the others still complained after seeing the female corpse, but at this moment, Sean was proud of his vision. Undoubtedly, these people selected by himself and Theresa can be said to be experienced in a hundred battles, although they are complaining, but there is not the slightest sense of fear in their tones.

"This room makes me sick!". Charbi raised his eyebrows and said with some anger gritting his back molars.

"Me too!". After Shaun finished speaking, he turned his head to the agents who had just walked in and said, "Did you find anything up there?"

"No! except for the old lady, who is still watching TV!". Smith looked around. Said in his mouth.

"The second floor is just like a normal country home. Nothing special!". "The same is true for the third floor, but the third floor is empty, with only some simple furnishings that you can see at a glance!"

Sean nodded, took the walkie-talkie in Feida's hand, and said, "I'm Deputy Inspector Sean." The commandos can get out of the house first, monitor the surroundings with the police on the perimeter, and arrest any suspicious people if they find them! ”。

"Commando received!". A reply voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Okay, let's take a look around. See what the clues are!". Sean said.

"I'm *!". Felda just looked at the table in the middle of the floor, and immediately cursed.

Sean ignored them, but walked over to the front of the sewing machine and took a closer look, the stitches on it were mostly black. Touched it with his hand. There is basically no dust on the worktop. Then he walked over to the dresser next to him, and his brow furrowed as he looked at the seven models.

It turned out that these masks were all made of living real human skin. Sean took a pair of thin leather gloves out of his pocket and carefully pinched one. I looked at it and found it. These skin masks are very simple to embalm because they have a faint smell of sulfur.

And those models. They are also made from the upper part of the shoulders of real people, which are held in place with steel nails and wires so that they (or they) are less likely to loosen.

"Smith, inform the Forensic Identification Section that you can come and present evidence. Those head soup bowls, as well as these skin masks, and bone spoons, remind them not to forget to take them with them when the time comes. ”。 As Shaun spoke, he turned his head to put the human skin mask back in place.

"Yes, sir!". Smith agreed, pulled out his phone and began to talk.

"Sir!". Charbi was standing next to the large closet, the door of which had been opened by him. Sean walked over and looked into the wardrobe, only to see that the overall space of this wardrobe is still very large, don't look at the only double opening, but the height has exceeded the general wardrobe, and the width has been able to catch up with the general four-open wardrobe.

A horizontal clothes stick, just across the top of the wardrobe, hung more than a dozen pieces of clothing. The styles are all relatively old. It's also a relatively simple kind, but it is said to be small clothes, but it actually refers to the kind of tops, and vests and other things.

But what made Sean frown was that these clothes, without exception, all emitted a faint smell of sulfur. It is obviously embalmed by the soil method.

Sean frowned, and stretched out his hand to wave a pale-looking coat, the material on which was sewn from human skin, criss-crossing the interfaces, like a piece of sewn scars on the human body, which made people involuntarily feel cold down their spines.

Looking at the front chest of this coat, a picture of a woman's mammary gland is highlighted. It can be seen that the owner of this mammary gland must have had a strong capital to be proud of during his lifetime. But all of them have changed, and now they have even turned into a somewhat shriveled and stiff shape because the grease has run out. The buttons on the chest of the coat are made of finger bones. and after a simple polishing process.

Smith did as Sean instructed, finished the call, followed the check, he walked to the bed, looked under the bed, and there was a shoe box inside. He immediately pulled it out from under the bed with his thin leather gloved hand. Immediately opened it and saw that even if he was experienced, his face had changed color, and it was the genitals of more than two dozen women, which had been stored in this shoebox after being treated as if they had been processed......

That's right! Today's Sean and they can be said to have a rich "harvest", in addition to the more than a dozen sets of human skin clothes that have been discovered, seven human skin masks, and the perverted collectibles in the shoe box, they have also found human skin table lampshades and paper baskets. and two armchairs and sofas made of full leather and made of human hips. In addition, in the small drawers of the large wardrobe, a number of handicrafts were found: a belt with nipples*, a necklace with two dozen pairs of ears together, and a brooch made of nose bones......

But none of these things can be sued by Sean, this murderer is the old scoundrel who pretends to be a policeman, he is at most an accomplice, yes! Because in the closet, those long and big clothes, and the long single bed, all tell Sean and Charbi that the murderer should be a very tall guy, and Sean found from these found items that this person should be between thirty-seven and eight years old and forty-three or four years old, and his height should be between 2.03 and 2.10 meters.

Sean used his thermal footprint tracking skills to immediately re-search the three-story wooden house, and found that in addition to the footprints of the old bastard who pretended to be a police officer and the mentally ill old lady, he also found the footprints of two other women, and judging from the stride, the two women were at least fifty-five years old. (To be continued)

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