Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 186 Something in the River

"my God……"

"What kind of madman could do something like this?"

"Damn, I don't get to sleep again tonight."

……

As soon as the body was brought ashore, everyone at the scene began to curse and swear. Even the experienced veteran law enforcement officers were shocked by the horrific method of the crime.

It's too awful.

The victim's body was covered in unblemished skin, and what was chilling was that the cuts were not random, brutal hacking, but rather the result of meticulous carving. This evoked the bizarre image of the killer carefully sculpting the skin of the corpse with a scalpel.

Milo finally understood what old Theon had said.

The enforcement team is like a quagmire, constantly eroding the soul of everyone here.

After dealing with these criminals for decades, who can guarantee that their mind will still be sound when they reach retirement?

……

At this moment, on the bridge, two familiar figures stood with their hands in their pockets, staring intently at the corpse with solemn expressions.

It's Rebecca and Theon.

"Sorry I'm late, I just got back to the city."

Milo straightened his hat and stepped forward.

Rebecca surprisingly did not reprimand Milo for being late.

Both she and old Theon remained silent.

Even after examining the body up close, Milo still felt a chill run down his spine.

He had seen grotesque and terrifying corpses before, such as the mummified corpses in the abandoned patient shelter on the outskirts of the city, still in a struggling posture, and the nutrient people covered in fungi in the Ikham Caverns.

However, the difference is that the mummies died from the Great Plague Virus, and the horrific state of the nutrients was caused by mycelial infection, while the corpse in front of us is completely man-made.

That's the truly chilling point.

Behind the gruesome sight of the corpses lies an extremely twisted human heart, a heart that still beats.

……

"Let's get to work."

Rebecca took a step back, signaling for the evidence team to enter.

Old Theon silently squeezed through the crowd, stood by the bridge, and lit a cigarette.

Milo saw that, illuminated by the kerosene lamp, the shadows of the seven men on the ground were also silently staring at the corpse. Only Will the Smoker was closest, observing the evidence team's work and taking a look at the details of the corpse.

"He didn't hang himself."

Old Theon suddenly spoke:
"She had almost all her blood drained out. The fatal blow was the stab wound to her throat. The time of death should be traced back more than ten hours. Her body was carefully disposed of before being hung here."

The evidence collection team is also quickly recording the details of the body.

"These antlers... are embedded in the skull through the scalp."

"The cut marks on the skin are very smooth, which means that the victim did not struggle when she was cut. Perhaps... perhaps the murderer killed her first and then started carving these marks. She probably did not suffer any pain... right?"

"Bullshit, all her joints and tendons have been severed. Even if she wanted to struggle, she couldn't move," old Theon, standing behind, cursed in response.

He took deep drags on his cigarette.

It's clear that this case has put him in a very bad mood.

Or rather, unease.

Milo noticed that after old Theon finished speaking, he stopped focusing his gaze on the corpse and instead stared intently at the dark river below.

"are you OK?"

Milo asked tentatively. He knew that this case made everyone very uncomfortable.

But in terms of resilience, Theon, with the most experience in the field, shouldn't have reacted so unusually.

Milo noticed that old Theon's breathing was a little rapid. He seemed to be trying his best to control and suppress it, but his hand holding the cigarette was trembling slightly, which did not escape Milo's eyes.

However, Theon did not respond to Milo's words.

His gaze remained fixed on the canal, his eyes darting around as if he were desperately trying to find some clue in the dark waters.

"Another hallucination?"

Milo walked over to old Theon and asked in a low voice.

He knew that old Theon had always had some mental issues, and that the hallucinations were something the old man himself had admitted to.

Theon's current appearance clearly indicates that he is seeing something that doesn't exist.

Those things made this experienced law enforcement officer feel oppressed and tense.

"Perhaps you should go back and rest."

Milo whispered again.

But old Theon shook his head:

"No, I'm fine."

However, as he said this, his eyes remained fixed on the canal.

This made Milo subconsciously think that there might really be something on the canal.

But as a visionary, he didn't notice anything unusual; apart from the boat driven by the law enforcement officer, the rest of the canal was calm.

Milo turned to look at the shadows of the seven, who all shook their heads, indicating they had found nothing.

……

"What are you two whispering about?"

Rebecca gestured to Milo, beckoning him over.

Milo glanced one last time at the dark canal, then turned back to Rebecca's side.

"You've finished whispering, any instructions, boss?"

“I will personally take charge of this case. The body is hanging on the bridge, and the news can’t be kept out of the loop. We are very pressed for time.” Rebecca frowned.

“You can arrange it.” Milo nodded.

Rebecca, with a grave expression, gave the order:
"First, confirm the identity of the deceased... Then find out which ships were active in the vicinity in the hours after dark. We can retrieve records from the dock and upstream and downstream checkpoints. I'll handle the relevant search documents. The murderer may have been a gang; it would be difficult for one person to hang a body under a bridge... Also, Theon isn't acting right; you need to keep an eye on him."

Milo glanced subconsciously at old Theon's back as he stood at the edge of the bridge, and nodded:
"Well, also, since we can't block the news anymore, why not issue a statement in the name of the law enforcement office and try to find any possible witnesses? So many people come and go on both sides of the river and on the canal every day, surely someone will happen to see something unusual, right?"

"I'll arrange this. If you have any leads, notify me immediately. Don't act on your own," Rebecca instructed.

“No problem.” Milo turned around and glanced at the spiderweb-like hemp ropes below. Suddenly, he noticed something hanging below the abutment on the other side of the bridge pier.

"Wait a minute..."

Milo took the kerosene lamp from his colleague and leaned his upper body out over the edge of the bridge.

They discovered a strange object, woven from dry branches, hanging below the bridge abutment; it looked like a birdcage or something similar.

He found a hook and pulled up the strange object that was hanging there.

This thing looks like a miniature version of the bonfire altars that people build in the suburban cemeteries during the Day of the Dead. It has a three-dimensional triangular structure and is made of branches and vines.

"Put this thing away."

Milo handed it over to the forensics team.

(End of this chapter)