Too cruel.
Although he had seen far more cruel things, this was just a seven-year-old child.
"It must be an evil spirit." He glanced at Hitzfeld, "I don't think a human could do such a thing... What do you think?"
"Let's take a look first."
Hitzfeld did not answer immediately.
She squatted down and tilted her head to examine the wound on the corpse.
The breach is the hole that was blown open at the neck.
The diameter of the hole was about 15 centimeters, far larger than it should be. Its edges were torn and had many cracks, all starting from the fracture and extending all the way to the chest and abdomen.
"This is not caused by external forces," she said.
"Something came out of his body...which caused this injury."
The policemen standing nearby all showed expressions of horror and disbelief.
Sheriff Daisy frowned and fell silent.
Everyone stared at Hitzfeld and saw her raise her head little by little and look at the pointed roof again.
"Did you guys go up and check that thing?"
"Not yet." Daisy said, "Because this situation... is a bit too special... we didn't bring any tools when we came here... that is, a ladder, so it's not easy to climb up and check rashly."
"But I've sent people to borrow some from the surrounding area. There must be ladders in the orchard. They should be back soon."
As he was speaking, a tall and sturdy police officer ran into the crowd carrying a red-painted wooden ladder, shouting as he ran: "Boss, boss! The ladder is coming!"
The ladder was quickly set up and Daisy climbed up to collect the wreckage herself.
"Be careful!"
"Slower!"
Making a reassuring gesture to those below, the capable policewoman climbed up to the roof step by step, staring at the head with a frown.
She couldn’t see it clearly from below before, but now that she was closer, she realized that this head…the boy’s frozen expression was not normal.
He is laughing.
His eyebrows were curved, his lips were stretched, and his whole face was filled with incomparable happiness and joy.
So weird...
Really.
So weird.
Even though it was broad daylight, with the warm midday sun shining directly overhead, Daisy still felt cold all over, with goose bumps popping up all over her body and couldn't stop.
This fear finally reached its peak when she touched the head.
She grabbed it and tried to remove it from the roof, but found that it was biting something very tightly and it didn't budge at all after several pulls.
She had to change her thinking and first pried its mouth open with force before she took it off and put it in the rattan frame she carried with her.
When she looked back again, she was stunned.
The roof glowed slightly in the sunlight.
She saw a lollipop where the head had been biting.
It was embedded there, with most of the pole submerged in the roof, and the translucent spherical sugar reflected light under the sunlight.
From this angle, you can just see the row of deep tooth marks on the surface.
Chapter 14 Blockade
About forty minutes later, a group of people continued to gather on the lawn, witnessing a young woman in a black dress and a black veil crying loudly.
The vehicles on the road outside the door had been directed away, and the crowd... there were not many residents on this street to begin with, so they were also dispersed. The only people gathered here were Hitzfeld and his two companions, the local policeman from Farrington, and Ponson.
Ponson was allowed to stand here because this matter was closely related to him. After all, he was the first person to see "Ghost Street" and the first person to say that the candy-giver was dangerous. In addition, the person in the accident was No. 14, which was opposite No. 15 where he lived. Whether from the perspective of treating the person involved or from the perspective of prevention, Daisy could not refuse him to come and listen.
The howling woman was none other than Lady Sinlai, whom they had talked about earlier.
As she pulled off the veil, Hitzfeld was able to see her face clearly. She felt that she was younger than Mrs. Ponson, only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old at most, and her face and figure were well maintained.
No, it should be said that she was a little too thin. Her wrists were thinner than Darent's, but she was a real flesh-and-blood person.
Combined with what Ponson mentioned before... that Mrs. Sinley often went to church to seek comfort, it is not difficult to deduce that she has not yet gotten over the grief of her husband's death, and she must not have eaten well on weekdays.
Now I have to go through the pain of losing a child.
The child died so tragically.
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld sighed. He tried not to make any noise, and planned to wait until she had vented her emotions first.
This process did not take too long, but it was unclear whether it was a good thing or a bad thing... When Mrs. Sinlai turned her head to look over here, Hitzfeld read something extremely terrifying from her face and eyes... the desire for revenge.
"Tell me..." She didn't even wait to stand up, but knelt on her knees and moved, and rushed to Daisy quickly, "Tell me who... who killed Brody?"
Brodie Sinley, this was the name of the deceased.
"I'm sorry for what you've been through." Daisy tried to help her up, "But ma'am, it takes time to solve any case..."
"I don't care!!!" Mrs. Xinlai screamed hysterically, "What time... Didn't I give you time?"
As she spoke, she pointed at the short and fat man next to her: "Bill told you a long time ago that there was a problem with Enling Road. How long ago was that? Did you take care of it? Huh!???"
A large group of police officers, including Daisy, suddenly looked ugly, and many even lowered their heads in shame.
This may sound harsh, but it is indeed the truth.
Bill Ponson's report to the police was a warning, but no one took it seriously. As time went on and Bill Ponson behaved better, the more they thought he might be making a fuss.
Until reality slapped them hard in the face and responded to their arrogance with the tragic death of a boy.
How could they refute it?
The broken corpses, the splattered blood and internal organs...it was hard for them to convince themselves from the bottom of their hearts that all this had nothing to do with them.
Mrs. Sinlai was yelling over there, and no one dared to talk back to her. Ethan took the opportunity to pull the girl's sleeve.
Hitzfeld glanced at him and saw the middle-aged man slowly shook his head at her and mouthed: Think of a way.
Mrs. Sinlai certainly has the right to make a fuss, no one can deny that. But making a fuss cannot solve the problem. If it continues like this, everyone's heads will be blown up. How can we think and sort out the case?
And he did sympathize with the woman.
Judging from her clothes and the way she wore a black veil, this woman cares a lot about her image.
Considering that she has never remarried since she became a widow, and has not even been involved in any scandal with any man, it is not difficult to infer that she is a very conservative, loyal and strong-willed person.
But such a strong-willed person who cares so much about his image is now lying on the ground like a shrew, cursing madly.
He felt that this was a great misfortune and could not bear to see the woman continue to abuse him.
Hitzfeld raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that Ethan was indeed too soft-hearted compared to many other agents.
Not to mention compared with Zafira, that stone in the toilet, even compared with himself, he seemed too gentle in some of his actions.
No need to worry.
She also lip-synced to Ethan.
?
Ethan frowned and craned his neck forward a little, not quite understanding what she meant.
But he soon understood - the cursing voice stopped abruptly, and it was Mrs. Sinlai's body that went limp, rolled her eyes and fainted.
"She's not in good health and she's too excited to hold on," Hitzfeld explained to him.
But what others say might have the opposite effect and make her even angrier...all we can do is wait for her to collapse.
Sheriff Daisy was less than half a meter away from them. She turned around and glanced at the girl in surprise, then began to direct other police officers.
Some were moving things, some were carrying smelling salts...Finally, Mrs. Sinley was carried from the lawn into the house and temporarily placed on a long sofa.
But what next?
A group of people looked at Daisy, the sheriff.
Mrs. Sinlai's mental condition is so unstable that she must not be left alone.
But almost all the police officers present were male, and it was not convenient for them to live in a widow's home.
"Tom, come back with me later." Daisy said, "Move your things. I'm going to live here from today."
Tom, the burly male police officer who had carried the ladder earlier, responded and turned his curious eyes to Hitzfeld.
He was not there when Daisy was talking to the girl. Although he heard some news from his colleagues, he did not usually go to traveling theater troupes or bars, and had no idea who Asun Hitzfeld was.
"Ms. Hitzfeld." Daisy also looked over and lowered her voice: "I wonder what you have found about this case?"
If she was a little unhappy at first, thinking that the other party came to smear her face, now she could only be thankful... thankful that she didn't have to face the murderer alone.
The boy's head exploded, as if it had been pulled out of his body along with his spine.
Its body was on the lawn, its head was on the roof, and it had a candy ball in its mouth.
It looked as if... the candy ball had some magic power that tempted the boy's head to jump up -
what is this?
No footsteps, no reason...
The head is still lying on the lawn. Daisy's scalp tingles and goose bumps appear whenever she thinks of that smiling face.
Hitzfeld did not reply directly, but looked at Bill Ponson first: "Mr. Ponson."
"Ah? Miss Hitzfeld?"
Ponson was also frightened by the tragedy he saw and was in a daze. It was only after Hitzfeld called him twice that he came back to his senses.
"I thought you said you weren't the only one who could see Ghost Street."
"Yes! I did say that!"
"Has Madam Sinlai seen it?"
"This...I remember she saw it."
"I want a positive answer."
"I'm sure! She saw it!"
"You are neighbors across the street. Based on your observation, is her daily routine normal?"
"It's still pretty normal. The lights are turned off at about 11pm and on at 7am."
"So late at night?"
"Yes, because she has to tutor Brody..." Ponson nodded and added, "Mrs. Sinlai used to be a lecturer in a middle school. She attaches great importance to educating children."
"Does this family usually have grudges with others?"
"there has never been!"
"I'm sure of that, Miss Hitzfeld," Daisy interrupted. "She's become very quiet since her husband's death, and she hardly goes out of the house. You can't say that she can still have a grudge against someone like that."
"And Brody." Pang Sen rushed to say, "Brody is very well behaved... Although he is a little withdrawn, he never messes with other children. I once saw him use his own milk to feed stray cats. He is a very loving child!"
He was very anxious and desperately hoped that he could provide some information to help solve the case.
Because number 14 was indeed too close to number 15, he was deeply afraid that his own child would be the one in trouble next time.
"Let's block Enling Road first."
Hitzfeld looked at Daisy.
"There is not enough evidence yet, but all residents on this road... I mean people who have experienced ghost streets and break-ins before, they and their family members may be in danger."
"Tom, did you hear what she said--"
"Yes, Boss. I'll arrange it right away!"
"anything else?"
After giving the order, Daisy continued to stare at the girl, a hint of desire in her eyes.
