This means that the clothes are probably torn by himself.
"This guy … is there a mental illness like exhibitionism?" The hound left the pie mouth and said
"It’s not necessarily crazy," Kelan said without looking up at Alfonso’s equipment. "There are many hunters who are insane because of the unknown influence."
"That his skin is not peeled off? Where’s this peeled knife? " The hound’s eyes moved to the abdomen of the corpse. "It’s not … it’s not that he swallowed it himself?"
As soon as his voice fell, Ivan cut Alfonso’s abdominal cavity with a large surgical knife as if to test this possibility.
There is no suspicious residue in gastric sac such as esophagus and intestine.
"I don’t think even if he is crazy, he can’t finish such fine exercises as peeling." Kelan picked up a piece of fabric and said, "Look, this dress is obviously torn by brute force, and peeling needs to be accurate. A little carelessness in strength and angle will hurt muscle tissue … but Ivan also said that the peeling technique is perfect. This is not a person who can finish the work in a crazy state."
"Humans can’t skin themselves," Ivan murmured. "There are some dead spots that can’t be reached without professional tools, but I have a guess."
"What guess?"
"It is also possible that his skin was not peeled off, but burned off by something with strong corrosiveness. If the dosage is properly controlled, the skin can disappear without any damage to muscle tissue," Ivan said. "I once treated a relic hunter, but he accidentally touched a similar liquid in the relic, and the skin on the back of his hand disappeared, but the skin, bones, muscles and soft tissues were all intact."
"That this way will leave any traces? Blood, pus or some form of residue? " Kelan looked at this pile of things in rain or shine. "It’s strange that he didn’t leave blood on his clothes and found that the location of the clothes and the ground of the body were clean. The only blood was on the handle and the box surface of the gun."
"It’s strange, but this kind of thing is not impossible-as far as I know, at present, human science and technology level has several means to copy this scene perfectly, not to mention alpha and higher third text," Ivan said. "The autopsy revealed that the cause of death was severe blood loss, but I couldn’t find a badly damaged blood vessel. It seems that his blood was evaporated. That’s what puzzled me."
"That is to say, this guy first met some monster, then shot the gun, then went completely crazy in despair, tore off his clothes, and then was sucked dry and skinned by the monster and left the body here?" The hound tried to restore what had happened to Alfonso, but he felt as if something was wrong with him.
Or is there something wrong with every link?
Like the three researchers, Alfonso didn’t find any valuable clues in his belongings, whether it was a paper information body like a diary or a digital information body like a card or a video tape. If you can find the most printed words in this pile, you will have his identity card and work badge.
"It shouldn’t be, like this, it may be possible to go back and explore and should carry as many recording equipment as possible. I think it’s not too much to arm all kinds of cameras to the teeth, but their belongings are too simple, right? Even the patrol at the base of the station brings more than that? " Kelan some depressed said.
"Could it have been dropped?" Aya hand an agent suddenly asked 1
"Heritage hunters often add a mini camera and a 24-hour video card, and the weight together is not more than 100 grams, which is almost the same as your antique lighter hanging on the shoulder strap. It’s not a burden … several times when I came back to take a shower, I remembered that there was a camera hanging on my shoulder … how could such a little thing fall off?"
Chapter four hundred and sixty-three Kelan doubt
"This is" the agent nodded awkwardly.
"I think they may encounter some kind of intelligent creature, which not only plays with prey, but also knows how to hide key clues for others to follow …" Ivan said.
"Since this thing to let the latecomers to follow that it why not just destroy the bodies? It should be more convenient for it to do so. It is not necessary to throw a skinned body into the tunnel … and it is impossible for it not to find the body with a note in its hand if it wants to hide the key clues. " There are several doubts about the hound
"It’s not hard to explain" scalpel and scissors Ivan fingers flying but his mouth doesn’t stop. "I just said that this intelligent creature likes to play with its prey, so it must enjoy letting its prey fall into fear and indecision, and then it will have a nervous breakdown and go crazy. The more the prey suffers, the stronger its pleasure will be … That’s why we see a skinned body here and that secret language that has been bothering us for a long time."
"It’s still not right." The hound shook his head again and again. "This secret language generally doesn’t know that lovers will feel confused when they see it, and they won’t feel fear. Only our group of people will have a’ stress reaction’ to this sentence … Maybe this monster can tell fortune and calculate that we will run here before deliberately arranging this battle?"
"We will come here now …" Koran silently repeated this sentence in his heart. His first reaction was that the undead crew would assess all this. Perhaps they set up a bureau … but on second thought, the undead crew would know the true meaning of this secret language, even if they knew the secret of’ Agunakotor’. They could not count themselves as a group of people who could find Park Shangyou’s rescue capsule in the molten mining area and know this tunnel from Park Shangyou’s mouth.
If this is a well-set game, the instability of this game is almost comparable to that of a tanker driving at a high speed on a rugged mountain road, or whether it is loaded with nitroglycerin without desensitization treatment-if it bumps slightly, the result will be …
The probability that the reconnaissance team can find Park Sang-you in such a large molten fire mining area is 10%, and the probability that Park Sang-you can persist in the rescue without burping is 10%. Then the probability that the reconnaissance team can rescue Park Sang-you through the crisis-ridden crush zone is 10% … Although this algorithm is very rough and supported by actual data, the probability in reality will be lower than this 10% …
Pick out one thing you like with a 10% probability. If you are lucky, anyone can hit it, but if you multiply so many "10%", the final probability is pitifully low.
This value is almost equal to the success probability of the natural evolution of the "great god" imagined by Ke Lan.
But everything that happened later also proved this illusion. The perfect mutant didn’t actually control the sick village. Whether the crew would be immortal or not, the whole South Sixteenth District was not the main place of chaos, but a firm place where the crew would control the large-scale testing ground. Even the "flesh-and-blood wall" that was displayed and worshipped as a god by the residents of the sick village was just set up to cover up the truth.
The undead crew will always act in the wind. It is impossible for them to do such a chance. There are a few things to do … For them, a 50% chance can be regarded as a very high risk.
Unless it’s a different situation
But they obviously have a choice.
All the poor will fall into gambler, and those who are at the peak of their strength will pursue the strategy of calculating their legacy.
In Kelan’s impression, there are those crazy people in Japan Island in the old era who are ready to do such a thing as "gambling on national luck".
It is true that gambling wins the benefits, which is naturally great; But if you lose the bet, waiting for them is the abyss …
The undead crew will arrange the base, which can rule out Kelan’s feeling that even if they estimate, they can’t expect the reconnaissance team’s present situation.
……
"After the autopsy is completed, there is nothing unusual about the body except that the skin has been peeled off and the blood and body fluids have disappeared abnormally." Ivan got up and picked the gauze filled with surgical towels in front of him-because the body has no blood, the gauze is very clean and the roots are not contaminated with many stains.
Alfonso’s body was put into a black body bag and stuffed into the cargo hold behind Valkyrie-his body was far more valuable than those three researchers because of his strange death. Although the initial autopsy failed to find out his real cause of death, it would be very interesting if the body could be brought back to the ark compared with those crazy people in the research institute.
"Don’t be so nervous," said Kelan, glancing at Leighton and Zhuoligetu sullenly. "If killing Alfonso monster and leaving his body here is to let a group of prey fall into fear and panic, then we shouldn’t do what it means."
"I know …" Leighton muttered. "But if we show fear, that thing should make us scamper for a while, right? If we behave too calmly, maybe it will lose interest and just jump out and kill us … "
"Coward" The hound turned his head and gave him a white look. "You’re never afraid of a hammer?"
"Old dog, it’s not like you? Don’t you act according to your usual rules? Why is it so hard this time? " Leighton said
"If I get out of here now, I’ll turn around and run immediately without saying anything, but the problem is that we can’t run away. Since we can’t run away, it’s meaningless … if a dog is anxious, it will jump over a wall. I wish the monster would jump out quickly, which is better than being on tenterhooks all the time."
"… did you encounter such a desperate situation when you went out before?" Kelan suddenly asked 1
"Yes, and more than once." The hound stretched out his right little finger and picked his nose, then wiped his hand with the magazine bag and then said, "I have read a novel about Chinese soldiers in the old era, and there is a sentence that I remember vividly-‘The brave win in the narrow road’ … Now this tunnel is not much wider, so it should be a’ narrow road’."
"Calculate" Koran nodded his head.
"Anyway, there is no way out, but my heart has become more practical." The hound smiled wryly. "It’s really crazy."
Then he looked down at the wrist screen. "It’s time for dinner. In this case, it’s no use trying to cook porridge. Let’s fill our stomachs with biscuits and energy bars first."
"Well, maybe the creature that killed Alfonso is watching us secretly now, or try not to show any flaws." Ivan nodded quite approvingly.
According to the ration standard of hounds, the ration of each meal is a compressed biscuit and an energy bar every 12 hours. Although these two kinds of dry food are not large in size, the calories can meet the consumption of a soldier for half a day in non-combat period. The only drawback is that these foods are not very friendly to people with indigestion.
Hound himself had eaten a biscuit before. He said that he was allergic to cocoa butter. He broke the energy bar into two pieces and handed it to Zorig Tu and Leighton, who were the largest in the team and had a relatively large appetite.
Leighton didn’t think so much and just threw things into his mouth and chewed them up. Instead, Zorig looked at the energy bar in the palm of his hand and glanced at the hound with an awkward expression.
But the hound didn’t notice his eyes, but walked to others with a backpack full of food.
"Old dog, he lied to us." Zorig patted Leighton on the shoulder. "He’s not allergic to cocoa butter, otherwise he wouldn’t have brought so many energy bars in his supply … I remember he took six energy bars out of his bag when he counted the remaining supply."