Chapter 191: Cat Tooth Bracelet
Twenty-six corpses, without exception, had all been decapitated, their deaths extremely gruesome. The identities of each headless corpse still awaited further confirmation, and the missing heads undoubtedly became important clues and evidence for the Mysterious Group to solve the case. Finding the heads might also lead to the whereabouts of that group of anomalous criminals, so this aspect was assigned to the tracking-specialized Rat Group Team One to investigate.
Yu Lianyun came before one of the salvaged floating corpses and squatted down to observe.
After prolonged submersion, the corpse had become swollen and unsightly. Combined with the corruption from anomalous power, the entire corpse had become extraordinarily abnormal. Identifying it using normal autopsy methods would likely be difficult.
Yu Lianyun borrowed a set of equipment from the group’s forensic doctor, selected one corpse, and immediately began an on-site autopsy. Relying on her superb inherited forensic skills, she still took considerable effort before finally completing the preliminary examination of that corpse.
However, due to the autopsy process being too bizarre, some Mystic Investigators watching nearby couldn’t withstand the overly grotesque scene. They leaned against pillars and walls, vomiting wildly. Their scalps tingled, shuddering with goosebumps that seemed about to turn into the same unidentified oval particles growing on the corpses. The more they thought about it, the faster they felt their reason collapsing.
“Could this be… an eyeball?” Yu Lianyun removed an oval particle from the deformed corpse and made an unexpected discovery.
Strongly suppressing her heart palpitations, Yu Lianyun removed a few more oval particles and continued dissecting them, discovering that without exception, these things were all eyeballs.
“What kind of power could transform a human body into this state?” Yu Lianyun thought warily to herself, but her mind had already formed an idea on how to find the answer.
Yu Lianyun stood up, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, turned to everyone and said, “Check the global Investigator Organization’s shared abnormal god information archives for any abnormal god information matching this situation.”
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Clark was rummaging through Miss Hera’s room, hoping to find another useful and clear clue like a notebook, but reality was that Miss Hera was far from as “vile” as Bluebeard the Count and Butler Valente. She didn’t keep a diary.
Creak.
Clark opened Miss Hera’s wardrobe, and among a pile of neatly arranged clothing, he found something that shouldn’t be in the wardrobe—a bracelet made by stringing together many white star-like small objects.
“It’s quite pretty. What is it made of? I’ve never seen this material before.” Mireille’s eyes lit up when she saw the bracelet, but she soon asked doubtfully, “But such a pretty bracelet—why wouldn’t Miss Hera wear it?”
“Because it’s made by stringing together cat fangs that have been polished.” Clark said with narrowed eyes, dropping a bombshell. Mireille immediately turned pale with shock.
“I once communicated with primitive tribesmen and discovered that local primitive residents had the habit of collecting the cat fangs of deceased cats to make various ornaments. It’s said that doing so brings the effect of blessing safety.” Clark explained how he knew the bracelet’s material and continued, “Because I’ve seen cat fang ornaments, and cat fangs are really quite special, I remembered them.”
In the real world, the practice of using animal bones and teeth as ornaments has existed since ancient times, traceable back to the Stone Age or even earlier. Only in modern times, with humans developing higher moral concepts, did they abandon this primitive aesthetic pursuit.
As he spoke, Clark picked up the bracelet. Before he could bring it closer for a closer look, a jolt like an electric shock suddenly shot from his hand straight to his brain. In the instant his brain was electrified, he suddenly saw several unbelievable images.
A mad woman with a ferocious grin on her face, her head covered in sores, her hair dry and withered like weeds, savagely growing from the cracks between the sores. She wept on one side while laughing on the other, her deranged appearance making anyone shiver with fear just from a glance, wanting to hurriedly flee.
The mad woman stood behind a girl, combing the hair of the girl sitting in front of the vanity, saying, “Baby, hair is a woman’s signboard. From the hair, you can see a woman’s intentions… Don’t move around, listen to Mommy…”
With a sudden loud cracking noise, the memory scene went black. Clark convulsed violently as if experiencing it himself, the intense feeling of death and collapse nearly instantly annihilating his reason.
The scene flashed, and Clark saw other images. This time the scene changed: the mad woman holding her daughter, sobbing hysterically, “How could this happen? How could this happen!?”
Clark’s breathing was rapid. This terrifying mad woman made him afraid to cry out loud.
Suddenly, the mad woman seemed to see him through that memory scene, abruptly turning her head to meet his gaze, staring with a pair of eyes filled with sadness, excitement, and despair, sinisterly warning, “Child, you must not be disobedient like your younger sister… Got it? Hehehehe… Like this, from now on, you’ll be the younger sister, okay?”
Clark watched the mad woman crawl toward him like a twisted reptile. His reason seemed to leave his body first, fleeing his soul. He opened his mouth wide, unable to speak like a terrified idiot.
When that pathological face was nose-to-nose with him, Clark felt he had already fallen into the abyss of hell. Just as his consciousness was about to hit bottom, he startled awake like a drowning person rescued, gasping greedily for breath.
He blankly looked at Mireille, whose face was flushing red and who was gradually losing her struggle in front of him. Her delicate neck was being strangled tightly by him, just like the pitiful girl in that memory fragment. Mireille’s eyes were slowly rolling back.
Clark shuddered and quickly backed away, unable to believe he had unconsciously been doing something so perverted.
“Cough cough cough—cough cough cough!” Mireille could finally breathe, coughing wildly while terrifiedly distancing herself from Clark.
Clark was also in a panic: “Sorry, Mireille, I don’t know what happened just now, I really don’t know, I suddenly lost consciousness… Really sorry… I…”
Clark was incoherent; he felt like he was going mad.
The memory that had drilled into his head just now—was it really his?
But that feeling… was too real…
Mireille breathed heavily with red eyes, seeing Clark’s distraught appearance. She calmed down first instead. Seeing the cat fang bracelet in Clark’s hand, as if realizing something, she covered her throat, gritted her teeth, made a bold decision, quickly approached, returned to Clark’s side, grabbed his right arm with both hands, and forced a smile: “I… I believe you.”
Happy Valentine’s Day, except for single people like me.
