North American Detective: I Am Proficient In All Kinds of American IAI

"According to the thermal imaging, those people should be in those tents. What are they doing outside with some scarecrows? Do they think this will protect them from wild animals?"

Massa was taken aback by the bloody scarecrows rippling in the wind.

If you look at it from a distance.

This thing looks like a row of blood shadows summoning souls here.

Dean has good eyesight. After squinting his eyes, he let out a breath of white air and tightened his clothes: "Masa, that's human skin!"

"Human skin?"

Massa tried to see clearly, but his eyesight was not as good as Dean's, so he shook the rifle on his hand: "Let's go, whether it's human skin or not, at least we may find useful traces."

The two walked down from the back hillside, disturbing the group of wild deer drinking water, scaring them to flee to the other side, and the ripples of the lake startled a group of birds that had not yet migrated.

"I really want to shoot these fat fawns."

Massa licked his lips, and his eyes accelerated the frequency of scanning around.

He was on the lookout for traps, early warning devices that might be inconspicuous.

It's about to get close.

Massa grabbed Dean suddenly: "Stop, there is a problem with the bushes in front!"

He pulled Dean to squat down and pointed to the brown rock layer next to the bushes: "Did you see the loose soil under the rocks? In this U-shaped terrain, the mountain wind is very strong on the mountainside, and the soil on the edge cannot be left. Then Someone stuck behind it in order to cover it up."

Dean approached carefully, and sure enough, in the inconspicuous mud, he found a straw rope that was not too thin, but whose color matched the color of the ground.

Extend along the grass rope.

With the shrub as the center, grass ropes connect seven or eight scattered rocks, resembling a crude spider web structure.

"What kind of institution is this?"

Dean wondered.

The shrubs are half the height of a person, and the interior is sparse, and there is nothing unusual in the past.

"It should be something like a steel ball!" Massa took a deep breath and pulled Dean back: "Pay attention to the angle of those rocks in the middle of the mountain! As long as someone steps on those ropes, the mud that fixes the rocks will be driven , causing the rocks to tumble, triggering the mechanisms inside the bushes!"

finished.

He pulled Dean to a big rock, picked up the stone, and smashed it precisely at the bush.

next moment.

snap~

There was a slight sound.

Seven or eight grass ropes were tensed in an instant, bounced off the rock, and pulled a sparking, similar to a bicycle ball disc to a height of about one meter.

There was a slight bang.

Densely packed black balls shoot out in all directions.

Dean looked at something that hit the rock just in front of them and broke apart, and said with a smile: "Masa, this looks like a mud pellet."

Massa Dingqing took a look and found that these black balls were really low-quality air-dried mud pellets, and some even turned into scattered powder in the air and fell with the wind.

This mechanism is aimed at the area from the human legs to the abdomen, but it is filled with mud pellets, full of a mischievous taste.

"This looks like a greeting between friends, can you tell the time set by the agency?"

"I can't tell, but it's between early morning and now, because as soon as night falls, the grass rope will automatically trigger the mechanism when the heat expands and the cold shrinks. This thing is actually very sensitive."

Massa exhaled a breath of cold air: "Dude, believe me, this is not a prank, but a way of saying hello. Guess why the other party set up the mechanism here because the hillside is so wide?"

"Because this place is relatively flat and has a wide field of vision, as long as people want to go from where we came down to the camp ahead, they will subconsciously choose this route. This is a very simple 'subconscious self-suggestion'."

Dean replied.

Subconscious self-suggestion refers to the instinctive choice of behavioral awareness.

Just like most men like women with big bears, when they see this kind of women, their eyes will subconsciously glance at them.

Because this kind of woman is beneficial to the growth of offspring, it follows the selection and attraction of genes, not because men are lustful.

"It seems that your psychology is also very good." Massa stretched out his thumb and praised without hesitation: "The third point of trace tracking is psychological derivation!"

He got up, took Dean to the ineffective mechanism, and explained: "This mechanism seems to be just a harmless prank, but it is actually a means of psychological pressure. Members, guess what kind of mental state they will be in after being hit by the organ?"

"It's like a frightened rabbit who becomes suspicious and suspects that every shrub and bush has hidden traps. If there are some deterrent tricks in the future, the chaser will have a mental breakdown before encountering the skinning brother."

"right!"

"But these methods are useless for professionals like me. Instead, they will be exposed to wandering nearby, and they have not gone deep into the mountains at all!"

Massa dropped the very light disc and smelled the gunpowder left on it: "According to the degree of dampness and burning of the gunpowder, this mechanism should have been put down this morning. Calculate the time, maybe we can see it when we get to that camp." That idiot who entered the mountain earlier than us."

The idiot he was talking about was the fool who entered the mountain a few hours earlier than the two, left many traces in front of him, fired at least seven or eight shots, but failed to catch a single prey.

The two stopped discussing and approached the camp by the lake more carefully.

May be limited by material.

Until the two of Dean walked five or six meters outside the temporary camp, they didn't find any more agencies.

this distance.

They finally saw clearly the true appearance of those 'scarecrows'.

On the rough wooden cross, four bloody human skins were stuffed with weeds, and the heads were wrapped in rags, hanging in a row, rippling in the wind, like four large blood-red sunny dolls.

The blood on the human skin has dried up.

The blood spots on the ground were scattered back and forth, which meant that after the human skin was peeled off, the people who did it couldn't wait to make them into straw dolls and hang them here.

Massa is very interested in these human skins.

After he made sure that there were no traps around, he stepped forward and looked around, exclaiming:

"This is definitely Brother Skinning's technique!

These human skins are cut from the back, along the fat layer, and completely peeled off with a very thin knife without any mistakes. This requires not only strong skills, but also patience. "

Human skin is very thin, and it is extremely difficult to deal with it without damage.

Massa continued to tear off the cloth covers tied to the head of the 'Scarecrow', and inside was a propped up human head, but the face was vacant, only stuffed with straw.

The visual impact of this scene is very strong!

A sense of loss.

Surprisingly, these 'scarecrows' were endowed with an indescribable, evil and insane artistic atmosphere.

"I finally understand why those two brothers like to take away those faces every time they peel their skins." Massa murmured: "They think they are creating art."

"This is good news. Perverts who pursue artistic sense are often paranoid. I bet they are nearby!"

Dean is not interested in the art of perverted play.

He scanned the surroundings, and after finding nothing unusual, he walked towards the four tents scattered together in a circle.

When Massa used the infrared thermal imaging camera, he said that there were several living people in it.

But there were several stripped human skins hanging outside.

Dean wondered why the people in the tent were still alive.

It's getting closer.

A faint smell of blood and another unexplainable smell poured into the nostrils, and at the same time, there was a very subtle sizzling sound, reaching Dean's keen ears.

The sound and smell come from the tent on the left!

Especially the sound, it was very weird, a bit like the feeling of grilling sausage, and then the oil burst out of the meat.

Dean walked to the left, and just about to unzip the tent, he suddenly thought of the mechanism in front, so he walked aside and patted Massa who was still observing the 'Art Scarecrow'.

"What's wrong?"

"See if the people are all in the first tent on the left."

Massa showed embarrassment on his face: "I'm sorry, I rarely see such a mixture of evil and terrifying beauty, so I'm a little lost."

Dean nodded and said nothing.

In fact, he knew that Massa was wondering how much these 'human skin scarecrows' could be sold for.

Yes.

This thing can be sold for money.

And the price is not cheap.

In the black market in Los Angeles, there are people who specialize in auctioning and selling such items. They are the murder weapons, personal items, and beloved items of some perverted murderers.

Some 'collectors' have a fanatical hobby for collecting these things.

As long as you give these things special meaning, there will be no shortage of buyers.

Massa took out a bulky infrared thermal imager, first observed the surrounding mountains, and checked the tent in front of him with confidence after making sure that there were no 'animals' nearby.

"Dean, the four human figures, 'sit' on the four corners of the tent respectively, forming a circle, motionless, it's strange, the heat they present is too strong, it's obvious even through the tent, I I suspect that there are surprises waiting for us inside."

"Don't worry about any surprises, just burn this tent!" Dean always likes to be simple and rude.

Regardless of whether you have an organ!

Just set your tent on fire!

Just do it!

The two yelled a few words first, and when they saw no response from the 'person' inside, they took two ignited logs and threw them on the side of the tent.

Not long.

Two small openings, exposed.

Come out together, there are also hellish scenes and a strong smell of meat

See the horror inside.

Massa, a well-informed old FBI agent, was stunned for a few seconds before cursing in a low voice: "FK, I probably won't touch barbecue in the future!"

I saw inside a big tent about ten square meters.

Four uncoated humanoid creatures with melted fat and oil, standing on the ground with their feet empty, hands raised together, showing a "1" posture, hanging by ropes, revealing that they have been hollowed out, filled and still roasting Charcoal fire of flesh and blood.

The sound of sizzling grease spattering came from their bodies.

The ground of the tent was already covered with a thick layer of solidified yellow-white grease, filling the surrounding air with a mixed smell of half meaty and half greasy.

This is also the reason why Massa felt that the four 'people' inside were too hot.

The body is full of charcoal, can it not be strong?

It was like a scene of purgatory.

Massa really didn't have the courage to go in.

After confirming that there was no mechanism in the tent, Dean gave him a contemptuous look, stepped on the corpse ointment all over the floor, strode to the corpses, and reported the details to Massa:

"The layer near the outside of the corpse is coal, and the inside is charcoal. The fire is well controlled. Brother Skinning must have put a lot of thought into it.

The internal organs of the four people were all hollowed out, and the entire breastbone was removed, and the limbs did not move. It is estimated that they were worried that the coal would burn through the hands and feet of the corpses and destroy the current coordination. "

"How many layers of coal are there?"

"Two layers, the outermost layer has been burned. It is red, and the side that is close to the flesh has not been completely burned."

"Bring one and show me!"

Dean glanced around the tent, found a pair of small tongs beside a small oven, grabbed the outermost coal, and brought it outside.

Massa looked at it for a moment, and affirmed: "This is natural coal produced in the west. It is very resistant to burning. It takes about three hours for a unit to turn red all over. So Brother Peeling, he was still here six hours ago!"

"Let's go, go and see the other tents."

The two checked the remaining three tents in turn according to the method of burning the tents, and found the internal organs and blood stains that were lost by the four people.

These four people should be planning to camp here for a period of time. They not only brought a lot of daily necessities, but also an assembled barbecue grill, several bags of coal, and drinks.

It is estimated that after preparing to hunt the prey, they will directly have a barbecue party.

As a result, the four were attacked by the Skinning Brothers.

I became the main material of the barbecue, and the carefully prepared coal accompanied them in another way.

"There were no signs of a shot being fired.

Brother Peeling probably took advantage of the four people's unpreparedness and killed them with cold weapons.

The materials were turned over, and no guns and ammunition were found.

The skinning brothers took these hunters who entered the mountain as prey for replenishing supplies. "

After some investigation, Dean came to a conclusion.

the other side.

Massa also found an important clue: "Dean, come here."

Dean walked over with an unpleasant smell, and found that Massa was lying in front of a very shallow bloody footprint, as if seeing a peerless beauty.

"What information does this footprint give you?"

"A lot!" Massa pointed to the outline of the shoe prints: "This is some distance from the camp, and under normal circumstances, the blood stains on the soles of the shoes have also dried up.

But there is still a shoe print with a deep center and a shallow periphery.

This means that the owner of the shoe prints was carrying a heavy load.

The edges of the shoe prints were irregular and blurred, which meant that the weight made him unstable.

Generally, only when people are struggling violently will such a situation be caused. "

"You mean, Brother Skinning left behind someone else?"

"Yes, and it should be the unlucky guy who just entered the mountain this morning. He was caught by Brother Skinning. Fortunately, he didn't become a member of the Scarecrow, but was taken away as a snack."

Dean whistled: "Tsk tsk, dessert after dinner, it seems that we are lucky, they should be preparing for the entertainment after nightfall by now."

"This is really good news for us, I can already guess where they are hiding!"

Massa dropped his backpack, carefully checked the rifle in his hand, and after ensuring that he was in good condition, he led Dean towards a pine needle forest and accelerated his pace.

After half an hour.

The two walked out from the leeward side of the mountain, and saw faint green smoke rising.

Massa curled his lips: "These two bastards are really confident. Not only did they stay on the outskirts of the mountains, hunting those hunters to replenish supplies, but they also lit fires so openly."

Dean was puzzled.

The other party is really so arrogant, how can he easily escape from the police?

next moment.

Dean felt his back itch, and subconsciously shrank.

Bang~ A gunshot echoed in the wilderness.

Dean felt his back and shoulders go numb without the bulletproof vest, his clothes were torn, and he felt the pain of tearing flesh and blood.

Fuck!

Hide away!

Dodging bullets becomes catching bullets! ! !

Fortunately, it just wiped my arm and tore a piece of flesh!

"Dean!"

Only then did Massa realize that he wanted to throw Dean down, but he felt a huge force and knocked him aside.

When he came back to his senses.

Dean was already like a raging wolf, moving in the direction of the shooting, jumping and galloping with incomparable flexibility, and approaching at a very fast speed, leaving only Massa's back in the distance.

Massa glanced at the blood spilled on the ground, a little skeptical: This damn can run so fast after being shot, is it a livestock! ! !

Sorry for getting up late.

Try to update two more chapters today.

In addition, I have the audacity to ask for a monthly pass.

1900, just one step away from 2,000.