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Sir Curryton's office is on the third floor, and Merck takes Xiang Lan all the way upstairs.

Along the way, the two met other police officers and some searchers. Most of them looked nervous and did not even notice their existence.

"What happened?" Xiang Lan frowned.

"You, you'd better take a look at it yourself. This scene is really indescribable."

Merck turned his head sideways, turned his head around an angle, and opened the door for Xiang Lan with his back.

At first glance, near the door, there was an irregular object like a puzzle, showing the luster of flesh and skin, and around the blood clots, there were yellow fat-like blocks. There was no doubt that it was once part of the human carcass.

Looking along the door, on the sofa, curtains, corners of the cabinets, and half-open closets, you can find fragments of other puzzles.

All corners of the house were mostly stained with red viscous liquids thrown slowly, reflecting dark red light in the dull dusk.

Seeing this indescribable scene, Xiang Lan suddenly felt nauseous. He couldn't help but retreat, but his feet became weak and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Xiang Lan!"

"Damn it! Damn it! What's this thing?!"

Merck helped Xiang Lan up with his back to everything in the house.

"I said, you must be mentally prepared."

"Damn it! Fuck it!" Xiang Lan swears, realizing his loss of composure, "I'm fine, thank you."

"It's fine. To be honest, your reaction is already very good. The police officers who first entered this room are still staying outside the house and are afraid to come in."

"Well, what the hell is going on?"

"First of all, nothing was stolen at the scene. So, it was not a sign of wealth. Secondly, we did not find the murder weapon. Only a revolver was found at the scene. Judging from the inscription on the gun, the pistol belonged to Sir Curreton. One bullet of the pistol had been released, but no bullets and bullet holes were found at the scene."

"So the murderer was injured?" Xiang Lan interrupted.

"It's possible, but as you can see, we can't tell the person who belongs to the blood." Merck turned his back from beginning to end, and he was reluctant to see the tragic image inside the door. "In addition, we calculated the body's, uh, the amount of flesh, and concluded that they belonged to an adult male, Sir Curreton, and in addition, huge claw marks were found on some of the corpses."

"So, is it a beast that hurts people?"

"No, the width of the wound is five centimeters. Even the lion is too exaggerated. We have already invited naturalists to hope they can know something."

Merck took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. While explaining the case, all the scenes about the case just now flashed through his mind. The scene of blood and flesh splashing made his heart suddenly start to jump wildly.

Xiang Lan had long noticed Merck's abnormality, and he silently closed the wooden door.

"Also, when Jazz passed away, was enjoying the work of my employer Winslow?"

"Yes, the statues lying on the ground and the tools used to maintain the statues were found on the scene. We have sent them back to the bureau as evidence." Merck breathed a sigh of relief, at least his back no longer had to face the terrifying room.

"What is the style of the statue?" Xiang Lan frowned.

"What you know is Mr. Winslow's usual classic style, a girl entangled by tentacles." Merck recalled and frowned. "From the evidence we have obtained, the murderer walked into the room while the Jazz was wiping the sculpture. After the Jazz found the murderer, he immediately shot and hit the murderer in panic, but this did not stop the murderer's atrocities."

"I understand." Xiang Lan nodded. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he immediately changed the subject, "By the way, I read the newspaper and said that someone had witnessed the demon?"

"You are joking, this is just the nonsense of the drunkard."

Regarding this "demonic theory", Sheriff Merck has always been a person who believes in science, so he would not believe that there would be any strange creatures coming here. Even if he saw it with his own eyes and contacted it, he would slowly believe that this is a materialist person.

"There is a saying in the East that is good, and it is groundless, not without cause."

Xiang Lan shook her head mysteriously, opened the door again, and walked towards it.

Merck wanted to stop him, but his outstretched hand stopped in the air without moving.

Walking into the house, Xiang Lan intentionally or unintentionally ignored the pieces of meat and patrolled the decorative home at home. Finally, she saw a clue on a window to the east.

The window on the east side is large and open, with traces of deep concave foundation on the window, and the wood chips are turned outward.

"Sheriff, have you noticed the scratches here?"

When Merck heard Xiang Lan calling him, he took a few deep breaths and walked around the blocks to Xiang Lan. The windows were used for ventilation, but Merck did not smell the fresh air at this time, only a fishy smell that had been surrounding here for a long time.

After glanced at Xiang Lan who was waiting for his answer, and then looked at the window, Merck understood.

"Yes, the scratch is about five centimeters wide, which should have been caused when the murderer left."

"Can the murderer jumped down the window and was mistaken for being a demon?" Xiang Lan reminded.

"This possibility is not ruled out, but we did not find the murderer's footprints and scratches outside the window. We need to confirm again." Merck sighed, stretched out a finger and pointed at the bottom of the window. "This is a parking lot below, and we have not found anything inside."

"Okay, sheriff, that's all for today." Xiang Lan touched her forehead, her face a little serious. "I have to say, this scene is too exciting. I'm afraid I have to drink black tea before I can go to bed."

"You can try black tea made in Japan, which has a good sleep effect." Merck suggested.

"Okay, I'll try it. By the way, how can I contact you after that?"

"This is my office phone number. If you have any questions, you can contact me. I won't send you any more. I'll say hello to Mr. Winslow for me."

Merck took out a piece of white paper and pen from his pocket, wrote some words on it, and handed it to Xiang Lan.

"Okay Sheriff Merck, good night."

Xiang Lan, who walked down the stairs, left the house and went straight to the parking lot Merck mentioned.

Several trucks of the same model were parked in the parking lot, and several policemen were patrolling there. Since they saw Merck and Xiang Lan walk into the house before, they just took a look at the visitor and went their own way.

Xiang Lan searched around and finally found what he wanted to see in a corner.

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Chapter completed!