PFC Chapter 2595: Xiao Xiao Down (79)
Chapter 2595: Xiao Xiao Down (79)
Chapter 2595: Xiao Xiao Down (Seventy-nine)
The cool morning mist was blown into fine ripples by the cold wind in the forest, first brushing across the clown's frightened expression, then blowing into Victor's eyes, and then passing over his fingertips. At the end of the little finger nail, a dry black and red scab was like a black hole under the sand dune.
"Damn it, go and hold down that corner, otherwise the blood will flow into the cracks in the ground." Anna's roar echoed in the office.
Victor stood by the door with blood on his hands. Nora brought a toolbox, opened it and handed a saw to Anna. Anna cursed and looked down at the corpse at her feet.
At this time, the clock in the office pointed to 6 o'clock in the morning.
"We have at most half an hour," Victor said. "I don't want to be late for Schiller's party. No one wants to be late."
"Then cut it quickly!" Anna said, "This damn blind guy came at this time. We need at least two large boxes to hold him!"
"Why do you think he is coming for you?" Nora raised her eyes and although her voice was gentle, her expression was a little cold, and the bloody smell in the room did not make her retreat.
"I..." Victor opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, but they must know that my only weakness is you. If they want me to work for them, they will only come to you."
"Luckily you're okay." Victor half-knelt on the ground and said, "I don't have to think of you as a powerless little girl, but today was too dangerous. If you hadn't noticed that he was following you, and just walked into the market, maybe in an alley on the way out..."
"You're still worrying too much, Victor." Nora sighed and said, "His tracking skills are incredibly poor. I don't know who would choose to attack with bare hands, but at least I have a gun."
"Thank you for choosing to bring him here so that we can solve this together." Victor said sincerely, "Thank you for trusting us instead of choosing to face it alone."
"Now that things have come to this, let's not dwell on the past." Anna said, "We have to clean it up as quickly as possible. The cleaner will come to clean the office later. I don't want to be late for Schiller's housewarming party because we don't even know who is hosting the housewarming party."
Victor sighed and said, "We can't freeze it whole. There's not enough space in the car. Let's cut it open first and then freeze it into small pieces. At least it won't have any taste."
"But where are you going to throw them?" Anna frowned and asked, "It's better not to say something stupid like the sewer. You know the sewers in Gotham are never peaceful."
Victor thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Have you read the fishing newspaper?"
"The newspaper that keeps reporting who has caught how big a fish? I teach mathematics, and I have even more idiots than Schiller. How can I have the time to read that?"
"There is a lake near Schiller's house. It's a very big lake." Victor looked at Anna and said.
"Are you crazy?! You want to dump the body in front of Schiller?!"
"He won't find out, and even if he does, he won't care." Victor said, "I don't believe there aren't his masterpieces of art buried at the bottom of the lake. I know exactly what kind of person would become his friend."
"You and he are the same kind of people, the same kind of lunatics." Anna said bluntly: "A good husband is your most perfect human skin."
"I don't want to be his measure of madness. We have to hurry. Don't forget that we have to pick up other colleagues." Nora made the final decision.
The thick morning mist engulfed Anna and Victor. Holding their fishing rods, they watched Schiller's back as he walked toward the gentle slope of the lawn. Anna asked, "Did you say he found out?"
"I don't know, but he doesn't usually appear behind me in that way." Victor shook his head and said, "It could also be that I am guilty."
Anna glanced at her watch and said, "We're here early enough. The others will probably have another half an hour. Let's finish it quickly."
When Schiller's figure completely disappeared above the lawn, Anna and Victor lifted out the two boxes that were pressed at the bottom. When the boxes were opened, countless human limbs frozen in dense ice appeared in front of Victor.
"Have you ever seen his brain?" Anna asked.
"Of course not, I don't have any special fetishes."
"Sometimes I really wonder if someone has a lizard living in their head." Anna said as she dumped boxes of ice into the lake. "Have you ever seen Ratatouille?"
"You mean the rat who never follows kitchen hygiene regulations? Are you saying that the lizard manipulates humans just like him?"
"Otherwise I can't understand how anyone could get a 0 on my test."
The two chatted as they threw ice cubes into the lake, putting the smaller ones on top. Soon they were done, and Anna took out a piece of body from under the big box with some effort.
"Ok?"
She made a puzzled sound, and Victor turned around immediately. Anna turned the body parts over, pointed at something on top and said, "Look what this is? Why does it look like some kind of metal product?"
Victor immediately saw the bone and said, "I'm not very knowledgeable about anatomy, but I know this is not a human lumbar vertebra."
"Do you think this stalking incident is a little strange?" Anna asked.
"Of course, but I have to protect Nora's self-esteem and not act like the whole world revolves around me. Besides, Nora is rather picky and insists on going to a supermarket two neighborhoods away, where the security is not very good. Someone like her who is obviously an intellectual and a rich lady can easily be targeted."
"I don't know if the whole world revolves around you, but there must be too many people revolving around you crazy people." Anna looked at the skeleton and said, "Take it off and throw the rest into the lake."
Victor looked around and took out the freezing gun to thaw the body, but it was very difficult to pick out the bones. He took a lot of effort to pull the bone off. After refreezing the body, he said to Anna, "You throw it away. I have to go over there to wash my hands. I can't be discovered."
Victor ran his fingers over the loaded freeze gun and stared at the Joker's face. If he dared to say anything about a corpse again, he would shoot him immediately and call Arkham Asylum to send a car over.
No one would believe this madman, Victor thought. He was Schiller's good friend and a famous university professor. He was already a leader in the field of low-temperature physics and a Nobel Prize nominee. Who would choose the madman over him?
Victor turned his head slightly and saw Nora's calm eyes. He thought, yes, he was still a good husband. The story of him and Nora was widely spread. The story of how he worked hard to study science for his seriously ill wife and finally achieved immortal achievements has always been popular with the public.
Victor's grip on the freezing gun tightened.
At the same time, Gordon's eyes were fixed on the Joker, with his hand on the butt of the gun, but the butt that had been hanging on his waist was not fastened with the fixing belt as before, and the safety of the gun inside was also on.
With a click, Gordon placed a box on his desk. He looked down at his watch and shouted outside.
The female officer came in, and Gordon sorted the things in the box and said, "Is the car ready? First, help me take this box of records down and put it on the left side of the trunk. I can move the record player myself."
The female police officer nodded, took the box and turned to leave. Gordon then took out another larger box from under the desk, which contained a used record player.
Gordon looked at this old record player with great satisfaction. This time he wanted to show off at Schiller's housewarming party and let people know that he had found such a treasure with just one trip to the flea market.
Of course, there are also those records he bought in a hurry. Those are all classic old-fashioned music, which are much better than today’s pop music... Wait, why didn’t Winnie complain about her own musical taste just now?
Gordon looked towards the door with some confusion.
Yesterday, when I asked Winnie to help drive these things, she complained all the way and insisted on playing those chanting-like raps on the car radio. Today, when she saw these records, she didn't say a word. This is not like her.
Winnie is a new police officer who came this year. She is also Gordon's schoolmate. She has been ranked among the top three in her grade for three consecutive years in the Chicago Police Academy. It took a lot of effort for him to get her here. The two of them are like friends and father and daughter. They often make fun of each other during work hours. Is she in a bad mood today?
Gordon was a little confused, so he immediately went downstairs with the record player and found that Winnie had put the box on the right side of the trunk.
There were some incubators on the right, which contained vegetable skewers that Gordon had prepared in advance. He knew that many of Schiller and his friends were carnivores.
But perhaps there would be vegetarians or some ladies who prefer to eat fruits and vegetables, and it would be very rude if no vegetables were prepared, so he specially went to buy vegetables the night before and skewered them to prevent Schiller and the others from forgetting.
If that box of records is placed on top of the insulated box, the trunk of the car cannot be closed at all. Why not put more records in it when there is so much empty space on the left side?
Winnie is very efficient at work, especially when it comes to tidying up, with the carefulness and caution that is unique to women. Although she is now leading cases independently, when she was Gordon's assistant, she always kept his office very tidy, but she would not work like this.
Gordon thought she was in a bad mood, so he walked over, patted her shoulder and said, "Go start the car, I'll do it here."
Gordon put the box away and walked to the driver's door to say a few words to Winnie, but he found that she was turning the car door key to the left.
Most cars start by turning the ignition key to the right. Although some cars can open the door by turning the key to the left, the one Gordon owns is not like that. He cannot open the door by turning the key to the left.
Gordon narrowed his eyes.
He reached for the gun calmly, and the moment Winnie turned her head to look at him, Gordon broke out in a cold sweat.
Winnie's eyeballs were rolling around in their eye sockets, one to the left and the other to the right.
boom!
Looking at Winnie lying in a pool of blood, Gordon's expression remained unchanged. After a few seconds of silence, anger appeared on his face.
The subordinates who heard the gunshots ran out. The leader did not show a horrified expression when he saw Winnie falling down. Instead, he looked at Gordon seriously and said, "Is it them again?"
"Go find the real Winnie."
"What should we do with the body? Boss, we can't let the residents see it, otherwise it will cause panic. If we send it to the forensic hospital, they will find out the type of bullet..."
"Why do we need to send him to the forensic hospital?" Gordon said indifferently, "I'll call Lawrence later and just put him in the hospital morgue."
He was about to continue, but after a pause he said, "Forget it, go get Brock. We have to find a way to deal with this thing."
(End of this chapter)