With that, Jack took a rag in his hand, gagged Pete's mouth, turned off all the lights in the room as he watched in horror, and finally gently closed the door.

The autopsy room was silent for a moment, except for Pete's heavy breathing, only droplets of water fell one by one, between his forehead and eyebrows, making a slight clicking sound.

The sound of the water was faint but distinct, and Pete's wheezing grew heavier and heavier, but no matter how much he struggled, the drops still struck his head unwaveringly.

"Smack. Bang Bang"

Amid the sound of water droplets that never seemed to stop, Pete gradually lost his sense of time, and only felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

The most terrifying thing is that I don't know how long it took, the skin between his eyebrows and his forehead gradually lost sensation, began to become numb, and he couldn't feel it at all, the moment the water droplet touched his forehead.

But the snapping sound grew clearer and clearer, like a brain-piercing magic sound, and even echoed throughout the room, and Pete tried to make a snorting sound from his nose, but to no avail, he couldn't stop the damn droplet.

Time was slowly passing, the fear in Pete's heart was infinitely magnified, I don't know how long it took, as his body tensed, a foul smell permeated the autopsy room, and he was incontinent.

With a click, the door opened, and the lights came on, revealing Pete's vision of Jack, wearing a gas mask.

"Tsk, you're such a naughty kid, how did you make yourself so dirty."

The sound of Jack's urn clattering, and then he pulled another hose over and began to rinse with a rattle, the planer was so good that soon the dirt was running down the sewer on one side.

With that done, Jack pushed over an infusion hanger and chattered as he tinkered.

"Hungry, huh? Rest assured, I have prepared a lot of nutrient solutions for you, including saline, glucose, and various vitamins, and this is only the first day, and we still have many, many days to spare. ”

"Woo. Woo woo." Pete struggled desperately.

Jack paused, and removed the rag from his mouth, "What's wrong?" What do you want to say? ”

"What do you want to know? I'm telling you, please don't do it again, you madman, what do you want to know? God, I'm willing to say anything, let me go."

Covered by a gas mask, Pete couldn't see Jack's expression clearly, but for some reason, he could clearly feel that the other party seemed to be entangled, as if he was a child, reluctant to give up on a newly acquired toy.

"No, someone made a bet with me that he thought it would be impossible for a drop of water to chisel a skull, and I wanted to win him with facts."

With that, Jack picked up the rag and prepared to continue stuffing it back into Pete's mouth.

"Don't, don't, we forced her, I admit we did it, on the way back to camp that day, I happened to run into that girl, and"

"Wrong answer, you don't need to admit it, I already knew who the murderer was."

Jack interrupted him and continued to try to shove the rag into the guy's mouth.

"We did something else, stop, don't continue, I'll tell you everything, we've been doing this kind of thing for three years, and that girl ran away was just an accident."

Pete whimpered, "Please, it's too dark and it's too cold outside, no one wants to chase her, we all know she's dead."

"Three years?" Jack finally stopped.

"Go on."

"At first, it was just an accident, it was a party, a group of teenagers opened a body, and Saiji saw it, and he took a few people to peddle 'American herbs'."

"But there were a bunch of poor children inside, and few of them could afford to smoke that kind of good goods, and Saiji was very unhappy, and when he was about to leave, he found a drunk girl."

"And then?" The coroner's room became unusually quiet, except for the sound of the two talking, except for a few forcibly suppressed, somewhat heavy breathing sounds coming from the door.

Pete was fixed on the planing table, and he was extremely emotional, and he just wanted to let the madman in front of him let go of himself as soon as possible, and he didn't even notice that there were other people.

"Then we got on her, and it was the first time, and we all had a good time, and we played for two days, and it wasn't until the third day that anyone found out that the girl had run away, and then it was Saiji who drove around and came back and said the wolves had helped with it."

Pete wasn't a trained agent, didn't even have much education, and after being frightened by Jack, he confessed all the disgusting things he and his accomplices had done.

In three years, there were nearly 20 victims, and he couldn't even remember the exact number, and most of the girls were buried in the frozen ground under the prefabricated house.

Sometimes it was so cold that the ground was too cold for an excavator to dig into, so they would dump the corpses in the woods, and in the cold of winter, hungry beasts would be able to destroy them in a day or two.

Tied to the dissecting table, Pete continued to tell about his and his accomplices' sinful past, and the hallway was full of people outside the open door of the autopsy room.

Local hunter Corey Lambert, Natalie's father Martin Hansen, Sheriff Ben Shoey and his officers, Jane, Braxton, and Arya, who is trying to keep herself from crying, covers her mouth and tries to keep herself from crying.

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The tribal police station in the Wind River Valley is really poor, with less than 65 percent of its budget allocated each year, leaving them with seven regular officers to maintain law and order across the entire 4,000-square-kilometre area of the reservation.

They lacked equipment, men, vehicles, and the only thing they didn't lacked was the ample weapons and ammunition in the arsenal.

Every year, the military discards a large number of AR series rifles and ammunition to police departments in various states of the federation, and even remote tribal police stations can get enough weapons and ammunition.

The old sheriff himself opened the gun hangar, and the well-maintained rifles were neatly arranged in the gun cabinet.

Everyone got busy, checking the guns, reloading the magazines, and usually, in order to prevent the spring from failing and causing the ammunition supply to fail, the bullets and magazines were kept separate when the ammunition was stored.

Jane took a handful of AR-15s from Jack and rolled her eyes widely.

"It's against federal law, and I'm going to jail for it."

Listening to her whisper of complaints, Jack smiled and comforted, "You just wait for a promotion, trust me." ”

Jane didn't believe it at all, according to this battle, her identity as an FBI agent would definitely not be saved, and she would be thankful that she would not go to federal prison afterwards.

Summoning, commuter ticket ticket!

(End of chapter)