"Was it a mother and daughter who died last night, or was it a case of shredding corpses?"

"So who came to report the crime this morning, and who was the first witness at the scene?"

Hearing this, Sergeant Savoy finally took out a cigar and lit it, and asked the assistant police officer about the situation with great interest.

"The informant and the first witness are both health wardens in the apartment building, and the apartment is cleaned every day, and because the crime scene is on the top floor, no residents usually go up to the top floor. ”

"Are there any other clues, like did anyone in this building hear an argument or a fight last night, and did the health administrator see strange people coming in and out of the apartment building?"

The assistant police officer took out a notebook from his chest pocket and quickly flipped through it to find the answer.

"At about 3 a.m. last night, someone heard the sound of a child coming from upstairs, but the screaming quickly disappeared, so it didn't go unnoticed. ”

"How many families are there in the apartment, are there any residents on the same floor as the deceased?"

"This old apartment building has four floors, and because of the old facilities and remote location, there are only six families living here, and it is an old building waiting to be moved. ”

"There is a family on the same floor who lives in the room opposite the deceased, but no one was there when we knocked on the door in the morning, and other information is still being confirmed by the police. ”

"I see. ”

The steam truck slowly drove into the crowded Avenue Fournier, and the reporters began to shoot the police car as soon as the police car appeared, taking pictures of Shaviet's strides, and squeezed in front of them to start interviewing.

"Sheriff Shaweh, does this murderous corpse mutilation case mean that there is a murderer in Brittus, and how will the police department protect the safety of the citizens?"

"Now that the police have information about the murderer, what does it mean to dismember and rearrange the body, Sheriff Shawei, please tell me about the next arrangements of the police department!"

"Sheriff Shawey ......"

"Sheriff Shawey ......"

With a cold face, he entered the fence zone, leaving the police to stop the reporters who were in the way.

A small figure in the crowd suddenly became excited when he saw Sha Wei and called out to Sheriff Sha Wei, but Sha Wei quickly walked into the apartment building and did not notice the voice that the reporter thought was coming.

The exterior of this old apartment building is covered with new vine plants, blocking the stairwell glass, and the dim light shines through the cracks in the vines into the stairwell, and the gray walls block out the noise of the crowd, forming two worlds.

The top floor of the apartment building has long been occupied by the police, and there are police officers wearing white gloves to take photos of the scene to protect the crime scene.

"Let's go, let's go, Sheriff Shawei is here!"

"Sheriff Shavoy!"

The police officers present quickly saluted Sha Wei, who only nodded slightly in response and stepped into the door with white gloves.

The smell of blood came to his face, and he unconsciously frowned and began to observe.

This is a small two-room square house, with only a simple wooden shoe rack and hanger at the entrance, but the floor is covered with dark red blood, and there is almost no place to stay.

Looking inside, the dining room has a wooden dining table and three chairs, and on the table there is only half of an apple left, the cuts of which have been oxidized to yellow-black.

The cutlery is neatly placed next to the stove, the cleaver is quietly placed on the wooden chopping board, and if you ignore the blood splattering on the yellowed walls, this is just a kitchen that the average family has.

The dining room and living room of this apartment are directly connected, a space-saving design that is common in many apartment buildings.

In the living room, there was a two-seater sofa and iron coffee table, and a few published books were thrown casually under the coffee table, and the beige rag curtains were all stained with blood, like the flowers of death printed on them.

Two bedrooms were side by side, one was the master bedroom with a wrought iron double bed, and the room was a mess, with photographs and newspapers scattered on the floor, and the quilts and bed sheets were all contaminated with plasma.

The only thing in the apartment that was not stained with blood was the children's room.

Shawei covered his nose and went to the place where the living room was connected to the dining room, where the corpses had been piled up and where the blood in the room was coming from.

The arms, legs, and feet all left the torso, and there was no clothing covering them, and the red fruit was exposed to the air, as if the congested doll parts were smelling of decay.

If the shredded corpse alone wasn't enough to cause Shawei's discomfort, the pieces of flesh were spliced together in an extremely strange way.

The wide-eyed heads are back to each other, the small torso is stacked on top of the big torso, and the limbs are all arranged under the torso, they are still fair and feminine, but at the moment they are lying there slightly bent at different angles.

This pale, distorted and strange pattern can't help but evoke some of Shawei's bad memories.

It's like, it's like......

“...... Octopus?"

Shawei said a word uncertainly, and he was immediately approved by the assistant police officer.

"Sheriff Shawei, your description is very vivid, the pattern made by the killer with the corpse is like a mutated octopus, I really don't understand what it thinks, is it because he was suddenly hungry when he committed the murder and wanted to eat octopus sashimi?"

“...... Concentrate on me, or you'll be punished for eating octopus sashimi at noon today!"

The assistant police officer immediately shut up and swallowed unconsciously.

Because this was the second time he had entered the scene of the crime and seen the corpse, his mood seemed to be more relaxed than the first time he saw Sha Wei in the shape of a corpse.

But he didn't want to eat any octopus-related seafood for lunch, which would be an absolute gastrointestinal disaster!

Of course, Sha Wei was just scaring the assistant policeman, but at this moment his attention was completely attracted by the unique shape of the 'octopus', and he quickly took the camera and shot it from all angles, leaving no dead ends.

"Does the victim have any other family members in the city, and where is her husband?"

During the filming, Shavay began to ask, as if he had turned back into the most dedicated sheriff and was anxious to get the truth.

"Although there is no divorce process, Mrs. Cottonon and Mr. Cottonon have been separated for nearly half a year, and we are currently trying to find Mr. Cotton's whereabouts, but the residents of this building do not know where he has gone after he moved. ”

"Well, find her husband as soon as possible, her husband is also an important suspect, but don't make a noise for now, just inform him to come and handle the aftermath of the deceased, and cooperate with the police to pursue the real murderer. ”

"Yes, Sheriff Shawe!"

The assistant officer replied sharply, returning the camera to the assistant officer, and Savoy continued to look for clues.

"Speed up the collection of the deceased's network, has the murderer's tool been found?"

"The murder weapon has not been found, and the visiting police are conducting a survey of Lily Cotton's life trajectory, and it is believed that new clues will be found soon. ”

Shawei nodded, got up and went to the kitchen, all the knives were placed in their rightful places, but it was not ruled out that the murderer was still in the mood to clean the knives and put them back in place after the murder.

After all, the corpse can be placed in such an alternative manner, and the murderer's psychological quality is not ordinarily strong.

Coming to the window, Sawei lit another cigar to relax his nerves, opened the window a small gap, and outside the window came the voices of reporters inciting the public to demand a promise from the police station.

Shawei was not disturbed by those distant voices at the moment, but there were more speculations in his mind, such as ......

"Is it possible that the murderer of this corpse shredding case is really a serial killer lurking in Brittus?"

"Or a homicidal maniac with a serious mental illness?"

"What is the special meaning of posing the corpse in that different way?"