Chapter 170 Where did Qiuqiu go?

Jack vaguely heard an exclamation from Roscoe on the phone, and then the phone seemed to be opened and played, "Are you telling the truth? Why didn't Finlay call me first? Ah, his phone call came. "

"You have to ask Finley this question, how long will it take for you to get to Morrison's house?" Jack asked.

"About 20 minutes," Rosko replied.

"Then we'll see you in 20 minutes."

Jack washed up briefly, went downstairs and bought a fish sandwich. After eating it in two or three bites, he drove to the address given by Finlay.

The police chief's home is a villa that occupies a large area. The lawn at the door is trimmed quite evenly, and the surrounding environment is also very good. It is like the square in the center of the town, which is beautiful and beautiful.

But at this moment, a warning tape was pulled outside the villa, and two police cars were parked on the roadside.

When Jack arrived, Roscoe and Reacher also happened to arrive. The three of them met without saying anything and came to the door together. Finlay was already waiting here.

However, Jack felt like he was not waiting for someone, but rather like he was running away from something. It seemed that there was something in the villa that frightened him.

"What happened inside?" Rosko, who was walking at the front, asked.

Finlay clenched his right hand and put it to his mouth. He seemed a little disgusted. Maybe Rosko's question reminded him of the scene he just saw.

"The crime scene was more horrific than anything I've ever seen in Boston, and believe me, I've seen big scenes in Boston."

Reacher kept a straight face when he saw him and asked in a calm tone: "Is he nailed to the wall?"

Finley looked up at him in surprise, "How did you know?"

Reacher didn't answer and walked straight in. Jack, who was following him, asked, "Did his wife also die of bleeding? The time of death was probably before him."

Finley's eyes widened, and then he seemed to think of something, and quickly followed him.

I didn't feel anything at the door. When I walked through the living room and came to the corridor connecting the bedroom, a strong smell of blood hit my face, as if I had walked into a slaughterhouse.

Jack shrugged his nose. There seemed to be a vague smell of latex mixed in with the smell of blood, just like the smell you can smell when you just open a pack of medical latex gloves.

Walking into the bedroom with the door open, Rosko, who was walking at the front, glanced inside, then stopped at the door, turned his head and couldn't bear to look anymore, and at the same time let out a low cry: "Oh my God!"

Reacher and Jack carefully avoided the bloody footprints on the ground and walked into the room.

The double bed that was originally in the middle of the bedroom was lifted up and leaned against the wall. On the floor where the bed was originally placed was a bloody female corpse, face down and her face unclear.

But judging from the blood-soaked old-fashioned silk pajamas on her body and the skin on her neck, she should be an older middle-aged woman. The fingers that clung to the carpet even broke a few nails, which fully demonstrated that she was dead. What a huge amount of pain I endured.

What’s even more shocking is that Police Chief Morrison, who had met the two men at the police station and had a bad attitude towards Reacher, was covered in naked clothes, with his hands spread out, and six thick steel nails were inserted into them, in the shape of the martyrdom of Jesus. The posture was firmly nailed to the wall where the head of the bed should have been.

Jack noticed that if the person on the wall lowered his head, his eyes would be right on the female body on the ground. This scene was exactly the same as what Paul had described to the two of them in prison.

A young coroner was describing the scene with a voice recorder, while his assistant was taking photos of the scene with a camera.

Reacher seemed completely unaware of the bloody scene in front of him. After careful observation, he turned his attention to Jack, who was also carefully investigating the scene.

Jack pointed to several blood-stained blank locations and bloody footprints at the scene.

"There were four murderers who entered the room. They should have been wearing protective suits or something similar. There were clear traces of blood drops near the footprints, which were caused by the blood dripping from the splatter."

"The people who did this are all professionals. The bloody footprints have the same pattern and different sizes, which means the murderers all wore rubber shoe covers. There are several blood stains on the wall with finger indentations but no fingerprints. They all wore latex gloves. .”

"Both corpses were covered with knife marks, but except for the last knife on the neck of the male deceased, the other knife marks were very shallow. It can be judged from the knife marks that they were serrated blades, indicating that they were more for the purpose of torture."

"Based on the wounds and amount of bleeding, the deceased woman was tortured for at least more than an hour. I can't even tell whether she died of pain or excessive blood loss. This depends on the specific autopsy results."

After listening to Jack's rough site inspection and seeing his eyes turning to him, Reacher shrugged, "You've said it all, I have nothing to do."

"Oh holy shit, his fucking balls are cut off."

The young coroner suddenly let out a scream that startled everyone present.

"Gasbo, stay professional, swearing is a sign of cowardice."

Finlay reprimanded, completely losing the uncomfortable and retching look he had just shown outside.

"Sorry, the body under the viaduct was the first case I experienced, and then this one."

The fat face of the young coroner named Gasbo forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Where is his Takamaru?" He faced Finlay, but his eyes were wandering around, as if he was searching.

"In his esophagus (stomach)." Jack and Reacher said in unison, giving a similar answer.

With a snap, the recording pen in the young coroner's hand fell to the ground and he stood motionless.

Fenley's face turned black, "Both of you, come out."

Outside the villa, there were several curious people standing outside the cordon and looking around. The other two members of the Margrave Town Police Department, the bald old policeman Baker and the honest-looking young policeman Stevenson were talking next to the police car. What.

Seeing several people walking out of the villa, young police officer Stevenson left his companions behind and quickly stepped forward to find Finlay.

"Detective, what did they do to the director? Baker won't tell me."

Finlay sighed, "You can go in and see for yourself, but I don't recommend you do so."

Stevenson nodded and was about to walk in, but he seemed to think of something and stopped. He glanced at Reacher and Jack, pulled Roscoe and motioned for her to go aside to talk.

Unfortunately, they weren't far enough away and Jack could hear their conversation clearly.

"My cousin Charlie was very upset and called me several times. Her husband Paul didn't come home last night. I know you know Charlie very well. Can you help me come to see what's going on? I need help from here. Guard the scene, I won’t be able to leave for a while.”

Rosko nodded in agreement, "No problem, I'll be there later. I'm following Paul's case and I was planning to visit him."

Finley here was already very impatient and ready to get angry.

"Okay, don't play any more tricks now. When did you two..."

Halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Jack.

"Let's find a quieter place to talk. I think it's not just you. Rosko also has many problems."

Rosko, who had just walked back to the group, glanced at Reacher and nodded, "Go to my house. My house is very remote and should be 'quiet' enough."