Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 87 Clues of the Corpse

"Shh."

Bai He tore open the envelope, took out the paper inside, and read it aloud in front of everyone:
"Everyone from the Control Bureau, how about my new work? Is it satisfactory to you?
This work is the inspiration I have been conceiving for a long time. To be honest, men's bodies are not suitable for ballet. Their joints are too stiff and their lines are not beautiful enough. But I still chose them as the material for this work.

Because they are members of the firing squad, and the firing squad and ballet have something in common in spirit, which is dedication.

In the secular dance, if ballet wants to reach the pinnacle, it must be determined to devote everything it has. Without this determination, it is impossible to hammer the body to the level of being as flexible as a snake.

Difficult movements require stable control, and long stage performances require sufficient physical strength and endurance, all of which require dedication.

The same is true of the firing squad, even more so, and it is precisely because of this admirable spirit that I chose them as the material for realizing my inspiration, even though they are all men.

Fortunately, the final result is good, and I am very satisfied with the result. You should have seen it, right? How lifelike and vivid it is. At this moment, reality and art are combined together. "

After hearing the contents of the letter, an operator wearing bandages slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "How could he say such a thing! He is provoking me!"

During yesterday's operation, he encountered a crisis and was rescued by the firing squad. Today, he saw the body of his benefactor. His mood at this moment is incomprehensible to others.

Bai He sighed and said, "Yes, but we have no way to track them down. Some force has erased all the clues that could lead to their tracing."

"Part of the test results are out." A researcher in a white coat walked into the office and brought a large number of X-rays.

He dragged a whiteboard over, fixed the photo on it with a magnet, and explained:

"There are traces of stitches on each body, but the wounds are very small and covered with lace bands, so if it is just for performance, there will be no unsightly appearance.

You see, these joints have been replaced. The joints have been replaced with a very sophisticated mechanical joint structure that can pull extremely thin steel wires, and we did find high-toughness fishing lines in the muscles.

The Life Artist uses fishing line to simulate the elasticity of muscle contraction, and uses this special joint to cooperate with the use of fishing line. The way the spine is fixed is also very delicate... Sorry, please allow me to describe it like this, because it is really incredible.

It can be seen that this is different from the previous times. The life artists in the previous times focused on the expression of ideas. Whether it was cooking delicious food and placing it in the abdominal cavity of a corpse, or slicing specimens of a corpse, the ideas were unique, but not difficult to implement.

But only this time, the difficulty was surprisingly high. These devices could not be made in a day, nor could they be conceived in a day, unless the other party's supernatural powers were related to this.

We think that what he said was probably true, and that this inspiration had really been in his mind for a long time. He had even conducted similar research with other corpses before, otherwise it would have been impossible to transform the corpse to this extent.

To make the corpse do a whip-turn in the air while keeping its posture fixed requires very, very fine control of details.”

At this point, the researcher paused, pushed up his glasses, and said seriously: "It can really be called art."

"What did you say! You actually said this is art!" the injured operator roared angrily.

The researcher glanced at the other person and shrugged. "I'm not referring to the behavior. I'm referring to the conception and craftsmanship that went into the production."

At this moment, the door opened again, and another man in a white coat walked in, roaring at the first man: "Go back! Didn't you say I would explain it? You are such a lousy guy, you are so lousy, don't you have any emotional intelligence at all!"

"Boss, I think I'm right. This can indeed be called art."

"Get out of here, fuck!" The higher-level researcher drove away the first speaker, then sighed to everyone, "Sorry, the newcomers all have some problems with their brains."

Edson comforted him, "It's okay, I'm used to it. Liszt, tell me, what other clues have you found?"

"The smell of a corpse." Lister pushed up his glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of beer, and replied in a deep voice.

"The smell of corpse?"

"Yes, just like every other corpse, these corpses have a faint stench.

But the amazing thing is that whenever we tried to analyze the source of the smell, the stench of corpse suddenly disappeared.

I think this is some kind of supernatural power at work. The other party must have something that can forcibly eliminate the clues of their crimes. Once someone tries to obtain clues to solve the case, that power will forcibly destroy the clues. The monitoring failure is related to the stench of corpses. Because chemical analysis is impossible, the specific source of the stench of corpses cannot be known, so I can only give you my impression of the smell and that of several other inspectors for your reference. "

"Thank you. Please go ahead."

"Although the concentration of the smell is very light, you can still smell that it is the smell of severely decayed corpses. The five corpses are in good condition and there is no sign of decay at all, so it is very likely that it was attached from other places. As for how this smell got there, I won't speculate." Lister said.

Edson nodded: "Then I have one more thing to trouble you with."

"You said."

"Since we can't find any useful clues using normal criminal investigation methods, let's try to explore the connotation of this work and the possible source of inspiration from an artistic perspective. Perhaps we can make a spiritual portrait." Edson said tiredly.

Then he stood up and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to rest now. Everyone should go back and rest. As long as you are alive, you need to sleep."

The others left in silence or with curses. Before leaving, Reed whispered a few words to Baihe and then left too.

"Xia Shou, the situation is very bad."

"Ah."

"So, do you want to postpone your investigation into the Blood Mother Cult?"

Xia Shou looked at the other party in surprise: "Why?"

“The minister asked me to come with you, firstly to protect you, and secondly to track down An Gangxiongwu.

But now, the danger level for Life Artists exceeds initial predictions, and Ettingburg is too unsafe a place.

I will also have to focus all my attention on investigating these cases from now on, so I may not be able to work with you.

Therefore, I hope you will stay in the Control Bureau and start the investigation from the perspective of intelligence analysis."

"Brother Bai, I'm fine, just do your thing." Xia Shou replied.

Bai He pulled up his mask, glanced at Xia Shou, and nodded, "Okay, then you should pay more attention to your safety."

Although Baihe was a little worried about Xia Shou, he was not really that worried because the minister told him many things about Xia Shou, including that Xia Shou might be followed by a powerful anti-memetic creature.

The current identity of this anti-meme is tentatively Edward, and its combat power is likely to surpass that of the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon is a super-dangerous anomaly that is at level four. The [Transparent World] that can kill the Blood Demon and instantly suppress the Execution Squad's force must have even more exaggerated combat power.

If [Transparent World] is really with Xia Shou, then Xia Shou will definitely be safe even if he meets the Life Artist, so Baihe is not really worried about Xia Shou.

"You look tired. Go to bed early. I will stay here for a while." Bai He said.

"Ah."

On the way back to the dormitory, Xia Shou had already thought of a way to arrest the Life Artist.

However, this method requires the use of Su Wei Yu, but now her parents and sister have been abducted by the Blood Mother Cult, and the situation is unclear.

"It seems that we have to rescue her parents quickly." Xia Shou muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)