Chapter 537: Chapter 290: An Extrely Cruel thod of Murder, Clue Identified!_3
The interior was quite rudintary, simply smoothed over with cent, with li scattered all over the basent floor, and a faint sll of tar perating every area.
This was the unique scent produced after burning fat, fernted over a long ti.
The scent molecules had strong adhesive properties; they could linger indefinitely in non-ventilated areas and could persist for ten to fifteen days in ventilated areas, thus, normally, the basent was not a good place for burning bodies.
Venting the fus was troubleso.
The basent was small.
Four people took about seven or eight steps before reaching the end.
Here was an old-fashioned furnace about two ters high and slightly wider, similar in shape to Hua Country’s alchemy furnace on top of which was an oil-spraying device that looked quite ancient. There was still a sll of kerosene, sowhat reminiscent of products from a century ago.
Beside the furnace, so shattered bone fragnts were visible.
These were human skeletal tissues that had not entirely burnt due to insufficient temperature.
The entrance to the furnace, facing Brian and his companions, seed to be of the sliding type, about a ter off the ground—about the height of a small trolley—just pull it from the side, and the bodies could be pushed in for incineration.
So, this was a standard, old-fashioned body incinerator.
At that mont, the sliding door had already been pushed open; under the light, many black imprints adhered and were branded at various positions on the inner walls of the incinerator, and in so places, there were even what looked like claw marks.
The place was very dim.
Under the light, any color appeared deeply profound.
These imprints were no exception.
At the most obvious observation port, two hand imprints were visible, as if soone inside, burned and shrieking in agony, could only scratch at the observation port, begging and pleading for help, trying to escape…
Seeing these marks, Green shivered uncontrollably, imagining that scene.
“Burned alive?”
Green looked expectantly at Brian, hoping to hear a denial.
Brian nodded directly, “Yes, burned alive. I’ve seen at least a dozen different life marks left here, spanning several years.”
Speaking, he pointed toward a blackened object connected to the incinerator, resembling a drip water pipe, and a similarly grimy, seemingly tar-filled small barrel, “This must be the killer’s purpose for burning those victims alive.”
The two officers acting as light bearers couldn’t help but curiously ask in unison, “What purpose?”
Brian, happy to educate without putting on airs, explained directly:
“Collecting the fats and tissue fluids emitted by the victims due to high temperatures!
See these blackened substances? These are residues.
Of course, their scientific na is Corpse Oil.
This incinerator was specially designed with the flas concentrated in the middle, aning the victims had ample space to hide, not that it gave the victims a chance, but such roasting was necessary to distill the Corpse Oil.
Also, from the color of the fracture layers in these marks, this cruel act has gone on for quite so ti.
The number of victims isn’t small either!
This is a series of serial murders!
This case has to be the most brutal one I’ve encountered in my career!”
Hiss~
Hearing Brian’s explanation, everyone gasped.
Being baked alive, collecting Corpse Oil…
It all sounded so cruel!
At that mont,
Brian suddenly looked toward the dark side of the basent wall hidden in the shadows.
The light still made it appear dim.
However, Brian could see in the dark, so the environnt didn’t affect him.
He waved to the two police officers, “Project the light onto that wall.”
The two officers, unnerved by Brian’s description, quickly aid their lights there.
On the wall, various distinct clusters were revealed under the light, showing lifeless patterns.
Green exclaid, “Totems?”
Totems usually appeared in religious ceremonies.
Could this be a religious-style brutal serial murder?
Brian rolled his eyes, “See that thing?”
Green craned his neck, following Brian’s pointing finger, and nodded, “I see it, looks like a pillar standing on two stone altars, though the top of the pillar looks a bit odd…Honestly, it feels a bit like a J-bar, I’ve heard so religions worship fertility…”
“This is exactly it ‘JB’!”
Brian interrupted Green, “These aren’t totems, they’re tattoos, originally on the victims’ skin!”
Slling so specific residual scent.
Brian’s lips curled into a smile, “These tattoos are quite interesting; I think I’ve just found so key clues!”
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