Chapter 307 Extremely evil

After saying that, Jack took a rag and blocked Peter's mouth. As he watched in horror, he turned off all the light sources in the room, and finally closed the door gently.

The autopsy room was silent for a moment, except for the sound of Peter's heavy breathing, and the only sound was the water falling drop by drop, landing on his forehead and between his eyebrows, making a slight pattering sound.

The sound of water was faint but clearly audible. Peter's breathing became heavier and heavier, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail. The water droplets still hit his head unswervingly.

"Pap-ta-ta-ta"

Amidst the sound of water dripping that seemed to never stop, Peter gradually lost his sense of time and felt his body getting colder and colder.

The most frightening thing is that after who knows how long, the skin between his eyebrows and forehead gradually lost its feeling and began to become numb. He could no longer feel the sensation at the moment when the water droplets touched his forehead.

But the snapping sound became clearer and clearer, like a magic sound that penetrated the brain, and even echoed throughout the room. Peter tried his best to make a snoring sound from his nasal cavity, but to no avail. He could not stop the damn sound of water droplets.

Time passed slowly, and the fear in Peter's heart was infinitely magnified. I don't know how long it took, but as his body tightened, a stench filled the autopsy room, and he became incontinent.

With a click, the door opened, and then the lights turned on, and Jack wearing a gas mask appeared in Peter's field of vision.

"Tsk, tsk, you are such a naughty boy, why did you get yourself so dirty?"

The sound of Jack's breathing came, and then he pulled another water pipe and started flushing. The dissection table was so easy to use, and soon the dirt flowed away along the sewer on the side.

After doing this, Jack pushed an infusion stand and started to chatter while tinkering with it.

"Are you hungry? Don't worry, I have prepared a lot of nutrient solutions for you, including saline, glucose, and various vitamins. This is only the first day, and we still have many, many days to go."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Pete struggled desperately.

Jack paused and took off the rag from his mouth, "What's wrong? What do you want to say?"

"What do you want to know? I'm telling you, please don't do this again, you madman, what do you want to know? God, I'm willing to say anything, just let me go."

With his face obscured by the gas mask, Peter couldn't see Jack's expression clearly, but for some reason, he could clearly feel that the other person seemed to be struggling, as if he was a child reluctant to let go of a newly acquired toy.

"No, someone bet me that he thought it was impossible for a drop of water to cut the skull, and I wanted to win him with the facts."

As he spoke, Jack picked up the rag and prepared to continue stuffing it back into Peter's mouth.

"No, no, we raped her. I admit it was us. On the way back to the camp that day, we happened to meet that girl, and then"

"Wrong answer. You don't need to admit this. I already know who the murderer is."

Jack interrupted and continued trying to stuff the rag into the guy's mouth.

"We have done other things. Stop it. Don't continue. I will tell you everything. We have been doing this kind of thing for three years. It was just an accident that the girl ran away."

Pete sobbed, "Please stop, it was too dark that day and too cold outside. No one wanted to chase her. We all knew she was dead."

"Three years?" Jack finally stopped.

"go on."

"It was just an accident at first. It was a party held by a group of teenagers. Sergey saw it and he took a few people to sell 'American Herbal Medicine'."

"But there were a bunch of poor kids inside, and few of them could afford to smoke that kind of high-quality smoke. Serge was very unhappy. When he was about to leave, he found a drunk girl."

"Then what?" The autopsy room became extremely quiet. Apart from the conversation between the two, there were only a few forcibly suppressed, somewhat heavy breathing sounds coming from the door.

Peter was fixed on the autopsy table. He was extremely emotional and just wanted to let the madman in front of him let go of him as soon as possible. He was not aware of the existence of anyone else.

"Then we had sex with her. That was the first time. We all got high and played for two days. It wasn't until the third day that anyone discovered that the girl had run away. Later, Sergey drove the car to look for her and came back. At that time, he said that the wolves had already helped take care of it.”

Peter was not a trained agent, and he did not even have much education. After being frightened by Jack, he confessed all the disgusting things he and his associates had done.

In three years, there were nearly two dozen victims. He couldn't even remember the exact number. Most of the girls were buried in the frozen soil under the prefabricated house.

Sometimes it was too cold and the ground was so frozen that even the excavator could not dig it, so they would dump the corpses in the woods. In the cold winter, the hungry beasts only needed a day or two to complete the work of destroying the corpses and eliminating traces.

Peter, who was tied to the autopsy bed, was still talking about the criminal past of him and his accomplices. Outside the open door of the autopsy room, the corridor was already full of people.

Local hunter Corey Lambert, Natalie's father Martin Hansen, old Sheriff Ben Shawe and his police officers, Jane, Braxton, and others covered their mouths and tried their best. Aaliyah suppressed herself from crying.

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The tribal police station where Wind River Valley is located is really poor. The annual funds implemented are less than 65% of the budget, so they can only rely on seven regular police officers to maintain security in the entire reservation of 4,000 square kilometers.

They lacked equipment, manpower, and vehicles. The only thing they didn't lack was the ample weapons and ammunition in the arsenal.

Every year, the military retires a large number of AR series rifles and ammunition and gives them to police stations in various federal states. Even remote tribal police stations can get enough weapons and bullets.

The old sheriff opened the gun magazine himself, and well-maintained rifles were neatly placed in the gun cabinet.

Everyone was busy, checking the firearms and loading the magazines. Normally, in order to prevent the spring failure from causing ammunition supply failure, the bullets and magazines were usually stored separately.

Jane took an AR-15 from Jack and rolled her eyes.

"This is against federal law and I'm going to jail for this."

Listening to her whine, Jack smiled and comforted her, "Just wait for your promotion, trust me."

Jane didn't believe it at all. According to this situation, her identity as an FBI agent would definitely be lost. She would be thankful that she could avoid going to federal prison afterwards.

Summoning, monthly ticket, ticket, ticket!