Chapter 177 The Body Was Found

At this point, Barbara's tone became brisk again: "So later we used the tuition fee to buy him a tombstone. It was really a beautiful tombstone with a lot of words engraved on it."

Ian wiped his face, not knowing what to say.

He sincerely wished that he and the lady's brother didn't have so much in common.

ah--

A strange but familiar scream sounded from behind the bushes. Ian jumped up immediately. He quickly crossed his hands among the pile of weapons on his chest, then held two flintlock guns in his hands and looked around warily. With.

However, no enemy appeared, it was just the chirping of birds.

Another group of crows flew from the nearby forest, and a few broken black feathers were blown by the wind and fell around them.

Ian did not relax. He held the musket in each hand and slowly moved in the direction of the crow's flight.

Barbara picked up a crow feather from behind him. The black feathers were stained with grease and blood, but if you didn't pay attention, you could easily miss them because of the dark background.

The female vampire stared at the feather, twisted it with her fingers, turned it around on her fingertips, then put it into her mouth and sucked it.

The mixed blood on the feathers rolled on the tip of her tongue, and she realized that the owner of this blood was dying in Clayton's hands - she had smelled this smell on Clayton.

But it's not right, it's not the right location.

Where the crow flew was completely different from where Julius had told her.

They hid the body and told her only the location.

Did someone move the body? Or is this just a coincidence, and the crows come here after eating somewhere else?

Barbara couldn't figure it out, and she didn't think Julius would deceive her about this, but no matter what, she couldn't let Ian move forward.

There was a gust of wind behind the young detective, and the female vampire's hand silently put its hand on his shoulder. This sudden touch made Ian tremble in fright, and he pulled away from his alert state.

"I'm a little scared, let's go back early." He heard Barbara say in his ear. The voice was low and delicate, making people naturally calm down and listen to her words.

Ian hesitated, but he didn't forget what he was here to do.

Even if there is a monster right in front of him, he must first bring Ms. Barbara back safely.

"Of course, ma'am, we're going back right now."

He stared ahead with a gun in his hand and stepped back little by little until he felt it was safe enough to turn around. Then he was startled by Barbara who was so close to him. He suddenly took several steps back and almost stood back. In the same position just now.

"Ma'am, why are you so close to me?!"

Ian could have sworn that the distance between Barbara and him just now was as close as the distance between raindrops and skin on a rainy day, but he didn't notice it at all!

"Sorry, I just didn't expect you to keep retreating. I just followed your actions." The female vampire said to this ignorant young man.

She used excuses to hide her true thoughts, then turned her head and couldn't help grazing her lips with her tongue, but then she bit down hard with her fangs to wake herself up with the pain that pierced her flesh.

Ian is a decent lad, but his neck is not.

That damn neck was shamefully seducing Barbara when his back was turned.

The werewolf's blood had long been digested by her. She was still on an empty stomach today. She originally wanted to eat something, but was interrupted by Ian's kindness. Now she is hungry, but she is a little closer, with that good neck The sound of flowing blood drew away her soul.

After returning to the previous position, Ian looked back nervously, so he didn't notice anything strange about her.

What happened next exceeded their expectations. They wanted to go back the same way, but found that even this simplest wish could not be realized.

In the past few years, in order to take care of her children, Barbara had lived in the city of Sasha for many years. She had not returned to her hometown for a long time and was not familiar with the environment around Gevo. Today she deliberately took a detour to ask for help in front of Ian. Pretending to be picking berries, I drove around for a while, and now I have no idea how to get back.

As for Ian, it's simply that this young man is forgetful and can't remember the road even after looking at a map.

After experiencing a familiar intersection several times, they finally could no longer pretend that they were getting closer to town.

Ian proposed to search for companions by shouting, and Barbara agreed.

As long as other detectives can hear their voices, they can lead them out of their dead ends.

The young detective took a full breath and was about to shout loudly, but he happened to hear someone calling his name in the distance.

"Ian Lazarus——"

The person calling the name knew that distance would muffle the sound, so by adding his last name to the call, most of the syllables overlapped to reduce the chance of a mistake.

Ian happily pointed to the direction of the sound and said to Barbara: "Madam, my companion called me first, let's go there together."

But if Ian's behavior of coming to him is recognized by others, then what are they going to do now? Barbara didn't want to go there. She thought those people were in trouble, but she had no reason to refuse Ian.

"I'd love to," she replied reluctantly.

They quickly arrived at the location where the shouts came from. "Farmer Kit" was standing there, guarding the surroundings with a gun in his hand. He relaxed slightly after seeing them, but he did not put away the gun.

Ian took a few steps closer and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

Kit glanced at Barbara, pulled Ian back a few steps, and then asked, "Were you with this lady just now?"

The way he looked at Barbara now was no longer as gentle as before.

Ian didn't understand what he meant, but still gave a positive reply: "Yes, I found her quickly after we separated, and we have been walking together since then. She never had a chance to leave my sight, and we did not touch each other." There are other abnormal phenomena, what, did you find something?"

Kit wiped his lips nervously with his free hand, as if the thought frightened him, and his voice trembled a little.

"We found a special corpse in the woods. Ace thought you might be in danger, so he asked me to summon you back. Now he and Robin Hood are still checking the corpse. You should go and take a look. I just saw it. Almost vomited when I got to it.”

Kit's voice was a little dry. He turned around and walked into the forest across a low new bush.

Ian turned to look at Barbara, a little embarrassed.

It sounded like a terrible scene, and probably something that the lady shouldn't have witnessed, but it was impossible to leave her here alone.

"I'll go with you." Barbara said proactively. She also wanted to see what was going on.

They followed Kit for a few minutes and saw Ace the Rabbit and Robin Hood the Idle Man standing around a big tree, with smoke filling their faces and both smoking.

There was a body tied to a tree.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is "one body", but at least this one has been separated before, and it was divided into two halves exactly.

The male body was tied to a tree, like an ancient punishment.

Fear was solidified on his remains, his mouth was open, his eyeballs were missing, and three empty black holes deepened the atmosphere of terror.

Under his head, dozens of thin curved iron bars penetrated the flesh and "sewed" the two split bodies together.

The craftsmanship was not exquisite. The left and right sides of the body did not fit together as they had in life. Instead, there was a certain misalignment. The internal organs leaked out like the cotton wool of a doll. The crows helped sort it out, but the body was still in pieces. It looked like the skin was broken in many places, revealing the dark red flesh underneath.

The most eye-catching thing was the corpse's chest, where a round metal sheet was inserted horizontally. Its width was wider than the shoulder width of the deceased.

Ian retched.

Barbara turned her head away, resisting the temptation coming from the depths of her blood.

Ace took a deep puff of the cigarette, blew out the smoke into his palm, and put it over his nose, squeezing his tense nerves.

Robin Hood threw the still burning cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. After hearing Ian's voice, he turned around and showed a very unlucky expression: "I don't know whether the local werewolf rumors are true or false, but anyway, this thing should not be something ordinary people can do."

Robin Hood concluded that ordinary people could not transform a corpse into this state.

But Kit had a different opinion.

He pinched his nose and walked forward: "The water-powered sawmill by the river should also be able to produce this effect."

What the sawmill's hydraulic saws do every day is to cut solid logs in half from the middle, including weak flesh and blood.

"Then how do you explain the iron bars stuck in the corpse?" Robin Hood asked, "They may be a little thin, and a strong man can bend them, but they can be used as needle thread to sew people together. No, no machine can do such a job.”

Ian stepped forward and joined the discussion: "Can we find out when he died?"

Ace's eyes stared at Barbara, who was turning to avoid the corpse, while answering his question: "This corpse is not wearing clothes, but those scavengers did not cause much damage to his body, so it should be in the past two days." What happened.”

Barbara still didn't look back, as if she couldn't bear to look at the corpse.

Such behavior did not deviate from the scope of a normal woman, and Ace looked away in disappointment.

"The murderer must really hate this guy." Kit sighed.

Ian frowned and turned around. He checked next to the body and discovered something unusual. "The body's blood seems to have been drained to a certain extent, and there are no blood stains on the ground. He was moved here after the blood was drained."

Robin Hood crossed his arms and his body shook imperceptibly: "Why did the murderer want to bleed? Did he cook the meat?"

"It's possible." Ian said seriously.

He knew that a considerable number of dark descendants had the habit of cannibalism, which seemed to be some kind of natural instinct.

"But since he dragged the body here, he didn't do it to eat him. The bloodletting step may just be to hide the traces of blood dripping. He was worried that someone would find the place where he dismembered the body."

Robin Hood put down his arms and said angrily: "I really hope you can mention the important points earlier next time."