MM Racing Chapter 3158 Detective is dying (9)
Chapter 3158 Detective is dying (9)
Chapter 3158: Detective is about to die (Part )
Schiller suddenly had an idea and said, "Blood."
"What?" Greed turned to look at him.
"The Prowler seemed to be able to cover his footprints with human blood," Schiller said. "He chopped the detective's upper body apart and then walked upside down so that blood would spurt onto the ground as he walked."
"Similarly, he cut off the diary owner's arms and feet and crawled forward. As he walked, the blood flowing from behind would cover the path he had taken."
Schiller actually had no evidence, it was just a bold guess, but he felt there was some truth to it.
"Generally speaking, blood at a murder scene will become important evidence to determine how the murderer committed the crime. If there are footprints left by the blood, of course, we can guess how the murderer left." The Pale Knight said, "Considering that he is a lawyer by profession, it is normal for him to know this kind of knowledge."
He went on to say: "If a murderer does not want to expose himself, then he must properly deal with the large amount of blood in the human body. If he wants to move the body to another place without being discovered, he must either kill it in a way that does not cause bloodshed or wrap the body tightly while dragging it."
"In summary, if you don't want to expose yourself, you should try to avoid bloody scenes. However, Mr. Wanderer did the opposite. He either chopped people in half or cut off their hands and feet. This is obviously inconsistent with his purpose of hiding himself, unless... this can help him hide himself."
Schiller admired the Pale Knight more and more. His ideas always coincided with his own. He thought that the Pale Knight in the comics seemed to rely on drugs to suppress the virus. Perhaps he could find a way to help him prolong the effect of the drugs.
Schiller looked at Madeline lying in the corner again and said, "Before she died, this lady said that the Prowler had come. This proves that she may be the next person possessed by the Prowler. So the question is, how will the Prowler complete his next move?"
Everyone else was stunned because they suddenly realized that Madeline came prepared.
This researcher was not defenseless, but she still chose to commit suicide. What does this mean?
Greedy immediately figured out the key. He said, "Her last action was suicide, but she is already dead. Will the Prowler help her complete the suicide? I mean, kill the Prowler himself?"
Schiller also fell into deep thought.
Obviously, in this world's worldview, weirdness is not a recent appearance. Humans seem to have been coexisting with these monsters. There are even global professional organizations and churches that specifically deal with these monsters. They are by no means novices, but experienced old hunters.
Even if Madeleine was a retired clergyman, she was definitely not completely powerless. At least Schiller did not see much despair in her notes. She was as calm as ever.
Since it wasn't suicide due to loss of control, it proves that Madeline did it on purpose. But what could make a mentally strong researcher sacrifice her own life for that?
Drive away the monsters? Save the people in this village?
Schiller felt that neither was the case. He knew many such scientists, many of whom had no secular concept of good and evil. They were only interested in their own research projects, and everything they did was for research results.
What if you wanted to exchange your life for the Prowler's?
According to Madeline's own records, it seems that no one has ever killed a monster in history. How to completely kill the monster is the highest goal of every researcher. If there is a chance to practice, then paying the price of one's life may not be unacceptable.
"Do you think she can succeed?" the clown asked Schiller, nudging him with his elbow.
Schiller shook his head slowly.
He admitted that this spirit of dedication to science was touching, but Madeline seemed to have forgotten one thing - monsters could not be killed by firearms.
"Monsters cannot be killed by firearms." The main universe Batman's thinking is almost synchronized with Schiller. He said: "Madeline committed suicide with a pistol, and assuming that the Prowler must complete her last action, the best result is just a shot in the head..."
When he said this, Schiller and the main universe Batman suddenly looked at each other.
"This is her purpose!" they said in unison.
Schiller explained quickly: "Anyone who kills a monster with a firearm will be cursed, so what if a monster uses a firearm to attack a monster? Who will be cursed? This is the answer she really wants to know!"
"But if we don't come and she dies, there will be no one to witness it," Bruce said aloud.
"This proves that she knew we would come." Greedy was very good at guessing this kind of thing. He said, "It seems that we met here by chance, but maybe she arranged it. What do you think?"
"It's possible." Night Owl said, "We got here at such a coincidence. Maybe she used a series of coincidences to invite us here, and then made some noise to attract us to her side so that we could witness the results of her experiment."
"So what do we do?" Bruce asked.
Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that although the game had many restrictions, the guidance for novices was clear. They were not forced to face monsters right away. Instead, they were asked to observe the research results of their predecessors so that they could better understand the existence of strange things.
But if he had gone through the novice tutorial so calmly, he wouldn't be Schiller.
"I felt that the room was a little dark," Schiller said. "In order to better observe the changes in the body, I went downstairs to get a kerosene lamp."
Greed immediately looked over to him and said with his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
"Just in case." Schiller responded with his eyes.
Schiller went downstairs. He remembered that when he was feeling for the drawer key, he found that the kerosene lamp fixed to the pillar was dual-purpose and could be taken down. He unscrewed a screw at the back and took the lamp off the table.
There was still a lot of oil in the lamp, which should be enough to light up the whole night, but Schiller did not just take the kerosene lamp upstairs. Instead, he opened the lid of the lamp and spilled more than half of the oil on the carpet.
Then he went to the wall where the wood was placed and threw the chopped wood on the floor of the living room, spreading it very evenly so that it was basically everywhere.
Then he went to the window and pulled down the living-room curtains and piled them on the kitchen floor along with the kitchen curtains, throwing the last few pieces of wood on top of them.
He opened the back door of the house on the stairwell, then threw the animal skins hanging on the wall of the cabin's living room out the back door into the snow. He did not close the door after throwing them, and the cold wind kept blowing in.
"What are you doing?" the Beyonder asked in his mind.
“I’m doing some preventative work.”
"Prevent what?"
"The experiment failed."
"I remind you that this house is very remote. You need to walk for at least 20 minutes to find the next building."
"I also remind you, next time when you make a map, don't make all wooden buildings. It's easy to set a fire but hard to put it out."
"You can't burn down the house, or you'll freeze to death on the road."
"Suppose we freeze to death on the road, what about the Prowler?"
"what?"
"Why didn't the detective die?"
"what?"
"The detective's body was split in half, how come he was still alive and moving?"
"Why do you think that is?"
"Because there is most likely a third restriction, which is that he can only possess living people. At least during the possession process, the person must be alive. Madeline should not be completely dead."
As Schiller packed up, he spoke quickly, "If he must possess a living person to move, then there are only a few of us alive within a few kilometers. If he lets us die, won't he be trapped here forever?"
Schiller ignored the person who surpassed him and hurried upstairs. He didn't say anything extra, but simply said: "If anything happens later, run directly to the back door."
As soon as he finished speaking, Madeleine's body began to move.
She was only shot in the brain, and the rest of her limbs were intact. After she staggered to her feet, she suddenly pounced on Greed.
Greed immediately realized that it was because he was holding the revolver that Madeleine had used to commit suicide.
"Gun!" Night Owl reminded. His original intention was to let Greed throw the gun away, because only when the Prowler shot himself with the gun could he see whether the curse would take effect.
But Schiller curled the corners of his mouth. He let Greedy touch the corpse not only because of his high dexterity, but also because once Greedy got anything, he would never give it up.
The red dice appeared again, which meant that Greed had to hide. At the critical moment, the test result was 26>23, and Greed narrowly escaped.
"Want to take my things? You're dreaming!" Greedy cursed, pulled the gun directly from Night Owl's waist, stood still, aimed, and shot.
Bang! The bullet went straight into Madeleine's body.
"What are you doing?!" Night Owl was shocked. He shouted at Schiller, "Isn't it said that using firearms to attack monsters will bring about a curse?!"
"How will you know if you don't try?!"
"Then why don't you use your gun???"
"I'm afraid of curses!"
As soon as Greedy finished his words, he felt a gust of wind coming towards his face. He threw the dice again, 28>25, and the judgment was successful again.
Schiller just thought that his cleverness in counting points was really high.
Greed rolled to the side and successfully avoided it, but the gust of wind hit the wall directly, cutting a sharp gap. Greed looked back and said, "It seems that this is the culprit who cut the detective in half."
In a flash, Madeline pounced on him again, with a hint of mischievous malice flashing in her greedy eyes.
Whoosh!
He threw the revolver directly through the window whose glass was broken by Madeleine's first shot.
Madeline leaped out of the window.
"Is this an unexpected situation?" Bruce asked Schiller.
Schiller turned and ran downstairs, and everyone followed him. When they saw the layout of the first floor, they were all shocked.
Schiller didn't hesitate at all. He waved his hand and asked them to leave through the back door. He then picked up the kerosene lamp on the table next to him and threw it directly to the ground.
With a whoosh, a raging flame broke out. With the flammable materials all over the ground and the wooden structure of the house, the fire became unstoppable in just a few tens of seconds.
Everyone ran out the back door into the snow.
Madeline fell right next to them. Although the second floor was not high, Madeline did not pay attention to her posture when she flew out, and her leg was obviously broken.
At this moment, she stood up with her hands on the ground in an extremely strange posture. Because she didn't bleed enough, she had just crawled forward a step when Schiller saw a pitch-black footprint appear on the ground.
That is the shape of a goat's hoof.
Hungry hungry hungry hungry
(End of this chapter)