Chapter 250: Creepy Torture Instruments
“It’s very strange.” After entering the door, Rossi looked around at the layout of the room and couldn’t help but sigh.
"This house is quite cozy." Rhett expressed everyone's opinion.
This is just like the previous tool room, from the entrance to the living room, everything is placed where it should be.
Shoes are neatly placed in the shoe cabinet, hats are hung on the coat rack in an orderly manner, books on the bookshelf are also returned to their places one by one, and even the magazines on the table are stacked by category. Comes in stacks for easy access at any time.
"It's not obsessive-compulsive disorder or mysophobia." Jack's gloved fingers passed over the bookshelf and wiped away the dust on it.
“The books are arranged in an orderly manner, but there is neither classification nor any specific rules. This is not obsessive-compulsive disorder.”
“It looks like it is cleaned frequently and there is not much dust, but it is also It's just that, not to the point of being germaphobic."
Reed snapped his fingers and suddenly realized, "This is like Jack's home."
The others looked at each other with a look on their face. Black line, "My house is not so clean either. I am just a self-disciplined bachelor, not to this level."
At least his sofa cushions were never tidied up, because every time Hannah came, they would be messed up, often in the bedroom or other strange corners.
Hotchner's one-sentence answer explained everyone's confusion, "It's like having a hard-working hostess. Before my son was born, Hallie would keep the house so neat."< br>
"Did Francis really treat the captured women as slaves? But why did he kill them again?" Emily was still puzzled.
"Hodge." Rossi, who was opening the desks one by one, suddenly said.
Hotchner, who was browsing the bookshelf, looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There are many video tapes with the names of the missing women written on them." Rosie simply pulled out the drawer. All the video tapes were destroyed, and the tapes inside were pulled out and torn into a ball.
"These need to be repaired immediately and asked to be sorted out by Garcia as soon as possible." Hotchner picked up the drawer and went directly out to find the police chief.
Emily and Rhett walked into the kitchen and saw a large piece of cardboard titled "Rules" nailed to the wall, with 1,234 "rules" written on it in marker.
“First, all actions must please the master.”
“Second, any resistance will be punished.”
"Is it the law of his kingdom?" Emily reached out and peeled off the cardboard. This thing must be regarded as evidence.
"Note that the word master is in singular and capitalized, emphasizing that there is only one master here."
As Rhett said, he took off the top from the refrigerator next to him. The only photo shows Francis holding a shotgun and standing under a sudden boulder. It was also taken from an upward perspective.
"So you think his accomplices are more like his servants or slaves? What is the status of those captured women?" Emily looked at the photo in his hand.
"His outlet." Jack walked to the kitchen door, tilted his head and motioned for them to follow him.
The two curiously followed him into a room, which was similar to a bedroom, with a bed and a wardrobe, but very abruptly at the other end was a blood-stained wooden torture chair, the kind with chains and leather restraints. stuff.
"He slowly tortured those women here. No wonder it took so long for a victim to appear." Rhett looked like he suddenly understood.
“There is fresh blood here.” Hotchner, who was checking the closet, opened the bottom partition of the closet to reveal the hidden compartment inside.
"The victim is hidden in here." Emily picked up a copper instrument similar to an egg beater from the dressing table and twisted it in her hand, "What is this? ?”
As she turned, the pear-shaped head of the "eggbeater" was divided into three parts like petals, and slowly opened, looking pretty good.
"The Pear of Pain, a Medieval Instrument of Torture." Encyclopedia Dr. Reed is online immediately.
Seeing that Emily was still confused, Jack helped to explain more.
“You can think of it as a torture instrument version of some kind of F-section examination tool.”
Emily imagined it for a moment, trembled subconsciously, and quickly put the thing down. Went back.
"Do me a favor." Rosie called to Jack.
The two of them worked together to erect the seemingly ordinary steel wire bed in the middle of the room against the wall.
Everyone was so surprised that they could not speak. They saw that the back of the wire bed was densely covered with various homemade torture instruments.
These are not the fun-loving Ace Wood products, but real instruments of torture, each one covered with blood.
Even though Jack had seen a lot, he could only recognize a few of them. The whip was made of fine steel wires. It seemed that with just a slight swing, he could hear the whistling sound of tearing the air.
An iron hood with sharp teeth inside. After the victim wears it, any attempt to open his mouth to make a sound will cause him great pain.
There is also a kind of fork, fixed on a collar, which can force a person's head to be raised high, otherwise the sharp fork will be pierced into the chin.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but everyone stared at these heinous instruments of torture and couldn’t help but hold their arms tightly. It was as if the temperature of the room dropped a lot instantly, and there seemed to be some kind of vague howl. , lingering in this eerie and small space.
“They spread plastic sheets and the like on the floor, and after torturing the poor women to death, they used them to wrap the bodies directly.”
“Each of them suffered long-term injuries. Judging from the brutal torture that lasted for several months, the body was severely damaged.”
Even after witnessing countless bloody and violent serial murders, Rossi still felt angry about such inhumane behavior.
“We have to do our best to help the families of the victims and appease these dead souls.”
Jack walked out of the cabin, returned to the sun, and rubbed his arm. The creepy feeling was gradually dispelled from my heart.
"Jie Jie has completed the examination and is rushing back. The facial features of Francis's accomplices have been mastered." Hotchner showed the sketches received on his mobile phone to the police chief and his subordinates.
"He is in his twenties, 5 feet 8 inches (173 cm) tall and has a small build, but please note that he possesses several firearms and is capable of deadly force."
The Sheriff finished arranging tasks for his subordinates and was about to leave, but was stopped by Jack.
"Chief, there must be someone nearby who knows who Francis's accomplice is. Can you give us a hint as to who we should look for?" Jack asked.
"Harris Townsend, the leader of the militia here, he has a bar called the 'Inn', but I don't recommend you go alone, they are very unfriendly to outsiders, especially the Federation Police."
The police chief was a little distracted when he spoke, his eyes fell on the three corpses dug out from the flower bed not far away, his expression was filled with anger and pain.
(End of this chapter)