The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

It is recorded that the basement of this house was once the Inquisition, and the trials and executions of heretics were carried out in the same place.

When Cen Jin and Ding Yiqing entered the room, they stepped on it ahead of time. The owner left for church at 6 o'clock and would not be back until 8 o'clock.

I quickly found the location of the entrance to the basement. It was just under the indoor flower pot in the center of the living room. When you peeled away the black cobblestones, you could see the wooden door underneath. Cen Jin pulled it open and saw the stairs leading into the dark basement.

"Unlocked, hidden in the most conspicuous and least noticeable place, the owner is a bit weird."

Entering the basement and going down two steps, Cen Jin's line of sight was suddenly at the same level as a painting. The painting was placed horizontally on the ground and leaning against the wall. The whole body was black and red with mottled lines, but the general shape of the painting could be seen.

The content is a long-haired woman in a white petticoat, her neck is stretched very long, her eyes are wide open, her clothes are disheveled, and she seems to have been torn. The painting style is very strange, as if describing a murder scene.

Staring at the painting for a long time will produce a very uncomfortable feeling, as if the chaotic negative emotions filled in the painting can instantly turn into evil spirits screaming and rushing towards me.

Ding Yiqing followed Cen Jin's line of sight, saw the painting and said, "Bride's painting."

"what?"

Ding Yiqing signaled him to go down the steps first, then followed and said: "There is a category of paintings called 'Brides', as the name suggests, portraits created with the theme of 'Brides', which are further divided into 'Happy Bride' and 'Crying Bride' There are two categories. As the name suggests, the former mainly focuses on bright colors, while the latter focuses on pathos and darkness, with eerie as its theme.”

"A work of art that I don't understand." Cen Jin finished complaining, and then asked: "Do you know the meaning of that painting just now?"

"I can understand a little bit." Ding Yiqing said: "It should be a bride who was raped or died in love. A bride who was raped or betrayed by her lover and died in love near the wedding is the most popular creative theme in the category of 'Crying Bride' .

Just like when ghost stories and horror films are created, they like to use women as inspiration. The creators think that women who are approaching marriage are happier, and if they are broken, they will get a female ghost full of pain and resentment. This kind of intense and complex emotion has contribute to their artistic creation. "

"Neuropathy."

"A lot of art is indeed linked to mental illness."

The two came to the basement together, and it was pitch black inside. Cen Jin used his mobile phone to illuminate the interior structure. There were walls on both sides of the stairs, and a kerosene lamp covered with cobwebs was hung on it. There was a wooden door frame at the exit below the stairs. Framed hangs a hanging rope, kind of like a medieval gallows.

Pass the sling and land in the basement. The ground is full of messy cutting tools, buckets filled with paint, wooden picture frames and rubber water pipes. In front of it is a red transparent curtain that divides the basement into two halves.

Opening the curtain, Cen Jin saw the oil paintings piled up in the room. They were eerie, with the same dark tone and chaotic lines, like carvings. If you don’t look closely, you can easily mistake this pile of oil paintings for wood engravings. .

The contents of the paintings are all human women. The style of the paintings is grotesque and terrifying. Against the background of dark lines, there are women with wide mouths howling and screaming, and there are girls with elongated necks full of tears, and a lot of pills are scattered around their mouths. It is difficult to tell who she is. Want to eat or just spit it out, and a female doll in a red nightdress...

There are about forty oil paintings, neatly arranged, cold and absurd, full of resentment, if ordinary people are in it, they will either be frightened into a mental disorder or feel so irritable that they want to scream like crazy.

Even Cen Jin's mood was affected a little, which shows that these oil paintings are unusual.

He found a small bowl of sewage from washing oil brushes in the basement, poured it on the unframed oil painting, rubbed it vigorously, his hand was full of rust-colored paint, and sniffed it in his nose, a strong fishy smell.

"The paint is mixed with blood. According to the artist's urination, there is a high probability that it is human blood." Cen Jin took two steps back, looked around the dozens of portraits of young girls in the room, and said with a frown, "They are all so-called 'brides'. How much blood was lost?"

The walls and floor of the basement are very dirty, with various gray and dark paints all over the floor, even if human blood is spilled on it, it is difficult to distinguish.In addition, no human body or bones were found. Could it be that the owner bought human blood through formal channels?

Ding Yiqing lifted the tarpaulin covering the paint bucket and called Cen Jin over: "There are water taps here, and some human tissue parts."

Cen Jin walked over and dug out a lot of hair of different lengths, bloody teeth and nails in the cracks and corners of the wall near the faucet, and it was roughly determined that this was the place where the body was dismembered, leaving many traces.

He really didn't expect that the address of a certain Inquisition chosen on a whim would coincidentally crash into the lair of the perverted murderer.

"In the information that the witch gave us, it was mentioned that the identity of the owner is not only a Catholic, but also a well-known painter. Obviously, he is also a perverted murderer who killed innocent women."

Cen Jin had a sudden thought: "The painter went to the church every day, rain or shine, and earned a lot of money, but donated all the money to children, women's funds, and church maintenance. He lived like an ascetic, so in the eyes of God, is he guilty or innocent? Sin, does good and evil cancel each other out?"

"I don't know." Ding Yiqing knocked on the wall and said, "The back is empty."

Cen Jin raised his hand and bent his fingers slightly. The wall collapsed instantly, and the stones fell to the ground one after another, revealing a narrow space of less than 7 square meters. A square platform of about 4 square meters was built at the base of the wall, and a rectangular platform of 4 square meters was built on the left and right sides. .

Swinging off the spider silk in front of him, Cen Jin stepped into the secret room, and suddenly dropped three mummies. He was taken aback by being caught off guard. Fortunately, he was used to all kinds of frights, so he quickly calmed down and studied the three mummies. .

From left to right are farmers, priests, and nobles. Their identities can be seen from the worn clothes on their bodies. The priest's robes are almost reduced to ashes, and there is still a silver cross hanging on their chests.

The aristocrat's mouth was wide open, and his lower jaw showed tear marks. He was wearing a rather gorgeous pannier, and a black lump the size of a dinner plate hung on his lower abdomen.

After careful identification, this 'dinner plate' was actually the placenta, which had slipped down to the thigh, stuck firmly, and had been integrated with the lower body and dried.

As for the farmer, his expression was calm, his hands and legs showed no signs of struggle, as if he was going to die generously.

Then Cen Jin saw the burn scars of the reverse cross on their arms, and the reverse cross in the Holy See at that time was no different from the mark of the devil, so these three people should be heretics who were tried and executed. In this narrow secret room It is the former site of the Inquisition.

Ding Yiqing found three rolls of parchment on the three square platforms, opened them, and read them at a glance.

Cen Jin leaned over to take a quick look, and found that he didn't understand at all, so he asked Ding Yiqing, "What do you write?"

"The trial book." Ding Yiqing pointed to the nobleman on the right: "The result of the trial was a witch. After some torture, he was hanged. The priest in the middle was once the lover of the noblewoman and was considered to be in league with the devil. The farmer on the right was considered the witch's The spirit attached to him during his escape, so he too was hanged."

"Judgment should happen for a reason."

"All three of them have reverse cross scars on their arms. The maid saw it first, and then reported it, implicating the other two."

"If she is really a witch, she will not be caught without a fight and let others slaughter her."

So it's another case of injustice.

Cen Jin looked up at the noblewoman on the right, and seemed to see the placenta move between her legs. He thought he was dazzled, so he subconsciously raised his hand to hold his eyes, and stared at the placenta. After about 60 seconds, the placenta moved again. one time.

He walked towards the mummy of the noblewoman, carefully looked at the placenta, stretched out his index finger at a distance of 3 cm from the placenta, and cut it open the dry skin like a knife, revealing the tender red, pulsating flesh inside.

"It's actually a live placenta."

Live placenta means fresh placenta, which means that the placenta between the legs of the noblewoman is still alive after many years of death. How is this possible?

"The umbilical cord is still connected to the placenta." Ding Yiqing pointed to a dirty skirt on the big skirt.

The dirty skirt resembled the other skirts of the large bustle, so it was mistaken for the umbilical cord attached to the placenta, and the other end was not on the noblewoman, but embedded in the wall crack.

Cen Jin's pupils turned scarlet, and he analyzed the trajectory of the umbilical cord, and found that it extended to the courtyard. Remembering the location of the end of the umbilical cord, he left the basement, went to the door of the house, and found the position corresponding to the end of the umbilical cord. Lots of tomatoes.

"I said why you paid so much attention to that plant when you came in."

Ding Yiqing walked slowly to Cen Jin's side and heard him say this: "The smell of blood is very strong, and the surface pollution is serious, but it has nothing to do with "Witch's Hammer."

Cen Jin stretched out his five fingers to manipulate the ground, the soil trembled visibly with the naked eye, and the surface of the ground was cracked inch by inch, revealing roots, plant stems, and female corpses that were much thicker than ordinary tomato roots.

The female corpse at the bottom has decomposed into white bones, the female corpse at the middle layer has gradually become a wet corpse due to the suitable temperature and humidity, and the female corpse at the top layer has a giant view, with rotten maggots, but the facial outline is clearly discernible.

Cen Jin roughly scanned the "bridal painting" in the basement and saved the memory in his mind. Now he can easily retrieve it. Compared with the female corpse whose face has not yet decayed, he can basically find the female corpse corresponding to the portrait.

They had been dismembered during their lifetime, but they were roughly sewn up after death. They wore all kinds of wedding dresses and were neatly piled up in a pile. I don’t know what happened in the middle, causing the female corpses to curl up their arms and legs, arch their backs, and their abdomens and faces turned inward.

Standing in front of the pit and staring at the female corpses, they saw that their stomachs had been disemboweled, and a thin film with fluff grew from the abdomen, which fused with each other to form an oval meat ball with a diameter of about one meter.

The umbilical cord extending from the placenta in the basement just pierced through the transparent fleshy membrane, and stuck into a grotesque creature in the membrane.

Cen Jin jumped into the pit, suspended in mid-air, pulled out his sickle to carefully cut the membrane, and looked at the creature inside from a close distance: "Do you think the owner knows that this thing is raised in his yard?"

"Probably not sure." Ding Yanqing crossed his fingers on his abdomen, his feet were floating, away from the wet soil and dirty grass. "If a Catholic knows, he will choose to report to the Holy See."

"Right."

Perverted thinking is difficult to understand. They can regard cruel killing as salvation, and they can also save people without hesitation, and do charity for ten years. When encountering such a weird situation, they will probably choose to dispose of the corpse first and then report to the Holy See. report.

Cen Jin's eyes have never left the weird creature in the meat membrane, and finally figured out that this thing looks a bit like some ancient creature from another angle.

"Siren Head?"

Carefully manipulate the amniotic fluid, so that the monster turns its body to reveal its front. It is a shrunken version of Siren Head, less than half a meter long.

Was that how Siren Head was born?

Cen Jin expressed his surprise, found a clean glass jar from the house, put the little monster and amniotic fluid into the jar and hid it in the schoolbag, put it together with the weapon, and left the house with his back.

Take out the phone memo and mark Inquisition No. 1 with an 'X', indicating that this house is excluded from containing "The Witch's Hammer".

That book imprisoned the souls of countless women, and the resentment pollution index was very high. On the other hand, the resentment in this house basically came from the murdered women and those bloody bride paintings, followed by the three mummified corpses in the former site of the court.

Determine the source of grievance pollution, investigate the target "Witch's Hammer", and eliminate one target. Cen Jin is ready to go to the next target. It used to be a court, but now it is an old building of a local elementary school.

But before he went to this old building, there was one more thing to do.

Cen Jin first used his mobile phone to take pictures of the basement, the hair and nails on the ground, and more than 40 female corpses buried in the courtyard, and then left in a big way.

Ding Yiqing accompanied him to the top of the tallest bell tower in the city, watched him stand on tiptoes looking up at the cathedral where mass was being held in the distance, and asked for a sniper rifle with excellent performance from Cao Wenning to start aiming.

Looking for a moment in the crowd, Cen Jin finally found a middle-aged man who entered the cathedral and was among the priests, squinted his left eye: "I found it."

Then he said to Ding Yiqing: "Is your live broadcast account still there?"

Ding Yiqing raised his eyes, seemed to guess what Cen Jin wanted to do, and said with a smile: "Yes."

"Open, log in."

"It's all done."

Cen Jin looked back and saw that Ding Yiqing was already carrying a familiar camera, and he murmured that he was fast enough, and then responded: "Don't let me enter the country, or my hair will be dyed white."

Ding Yiqing smiled and said he knew.

Cen Jin motioned him to come over, and said next to the camera: "Just in case, I will speak and you will translate."

Ding Yiqing: "OK."

Cen Jin: "Vincent Mark, a German painter, a well-known philanthropist, an honorary member of World Environmental Protection and World Animal Protection, a devout Catholic, regularly attends mass every Sunday, goes to church every day to reflect, repent, and listen to the Lord's music , a fixed monthly donation...a well-deserved good and smart person, even if he is included in a population of 70 billion, he is still a very good human being."

Ding Yiqing translated one by one, with a slightly lazy voice, which was very pleasant to Cen Jin's ears.

Cen Jin's back felt a little itchy, but his gun hand and voice were steady: "Now, I will try him for murder and execute him by shooting."

After finishing speaking, pull the trigger, and there will still be a slight 'bang' sound after the silencer, like opening a bottle of champagne at a banquet, breaking the air, flying past the buildings on both sides, piercing the glass windows, and sinking in with a puff, ready to accept Temple of the Painter of the Mass.

The unexpected shooting and death plunged the cathedral into chaos. The exorcist priests quickly ran out to maintain order and look for the murderer. Cen Jin put away his sniper rifle and left quickly.

Ding Yiqing closes the lens cover and puts it away, walking side by side with Cen Jin, jumps between the rooftops, and quickly leaves the accident center.

"Do you need to see the audience's reaction?"

"Need not."

Cen Jin took out a map to find the next marked location, and came to the elementary school remodeled by the Inquisition. The old building was full of vines, and there was a fountain pool in the center of the huge courtyard. In the center of the pool, two angel dolls were holding bottles and pouring water.

Crossing the pool into the old building, the building is dark and silent. There are classrooms on both sides of the inner corridor. The building structure is quite closed, and people walking in it can hear the sound no matter how light their steps are.

Ding Yiqing: "St. Mary's Primary School was formerly an Inquisition Court. Before it was transformed into a primary school, it used to be a nursery. It was closed due to the 'Holy Mother eating baby case'. Decades later, it was rebuilt into a primary school. At the beginning of the year, three children disappeared one after another. Child, after the inspection by the Holy See, rule out the possibility of evil spirits."

"Could it be a person? Have you caught the murderer?"

"No, there is an unsolved case, and the school is closed. Because the venue is convenient for children from nearby communities to go to school, the school reopened after protests, with extra cameras and patrolling security guards."

Walking through the corridor full of celebrity photos, Cen Jin suddenly stopped, looked back at the photos and portraits taken in different years, and wrote down all the names and dates of birth and death in the lower right corner.

Most of the portraits are from court priests and nuns in the Middle Ages, and the black and white photos are several generations of directors of the nursery, which stopped in the 20s. The last director of the nursery was a beautiful and gentle middle-aged woman.

The three photo frames at the end are the principal of the elementary school, a middle-aged man, a woman with gray hair, and the latest principal, a middle-aged woman with bright eyes and elegant temperament.

Cen Jin took down the black and white photo of the last principal of the nursery, put it next to the photo of the current principal, and said, "The two are very similar."

"The information says that they are grandparents and grandchildren." After a pause, Ding Yiqing said warmly, "The two are distinguished by different makeup and temperament, but the direction of facial bones is exactly the same."

Ding Yiqing would not say this for no reason.This thought flashed through Cen Jin's mind, and he carefully observed the facial contours and facial features in the two photos. Makeup and temperament have a huge impact on a person.

The former is gentle like a mother who manages the housework, while the latter is like a woman galloping in the workplace, with sharp eyes and more aggressive makeup, but as long as you look carefully, you can find the aggression hidden under the gentle eyes of the former.

In addition, different hairstyles also cover up the comparison of head shapes, but the shoulders and neck lines are quite similar. Unfortunately, the pixels are not clear, and it is impossible to find moles or birthmarks that are more obvious in contrast.