Chapter 55 Chapter 55: Hello, Neighbor (continued)

"what are you saying?" "Another hatch is coming!" Perry's throat went dry, blood rushed to his face, his heart turned black and withered like an ant burned by a magnifying glass.It's about to hatch again.He guessed right, it was like the chrysalis and the wasps—he had served their purpose, now it was time for them to make waves. His huge body trembled unconsciously. "Are you hatching?" "It's not us, it's nearby, nearby." He felt a tinge of relief mixed with a tinge of hope.Not his hope of being rescued, but the feeling that there are others in the same predicament, and that there are others who can understand what it is like.

Perry hopped towards the stairs leading to the door, not noticing that his foot stepped on the blood-soaked floor. As he jumped and jumped, a series of red footprints were left on the ground, exactly showed his whereabouts. It feels good to change clothes.It was really uncomfortable to wear the blood-stained clothes before, and the clothes didn't need to be washed, they could be burned directly.He's changed now and is coming out of the apartment where he's been trapped like a prisoner for days. His shoulder, where the rotting triangle had been dug out, throbbed violently.The straps of the backpack just pushed and shoved over the towels and cuts, but the tape held them in place.It will be a crime to take off this "medal".Maybe he was dead by then and there was no need to worry about it.

"We're hungry, feed us feed us." Perry ignored them, concentrated, and walked down the stairs step by step.He leaned heavily on the thick metal escalator, moving cautiously step by step. "Feed us now. Feed us now. The hatch is coming soon." "Shut up. No food right now." He went down the stairs safely.It's a nice thing to be able to get out of your tiny apartment again, no matter the weather—pass through the door and he'll be hopping to the tune of "Singin' in the Rain" even if there's a hellfire burning in the sky go out. Suddenly he was full of anxiety, the adrenaline rush of the surprise tackle, and he realized it wasn't his fear.

"What's wrong? What happened?" "Colombo, Colombo is here." soldiers.Perry hopped out the door on one foot, and the winter wind and the blinding sun hit him.The temperature is only a little over freezing, but it is indeed a good day.He jumped to the side of the car, and when he put the key in the lock, he caught a glimpse of the color and lines of a familiar car, and his brain was buzzing with warning. About 50 yards away, an Ann Arbor patrol car was coming in his direction from the building entrance. The front of his car sits just below the metal cornice of the carport.Perry hopped around the car, then squeezed between the bumper and the cornice, hiding from sight.

The police car slowly pulls up to the sidewalk leading to the apartment building.Perry's instincts screamed at him—the enemy was only 15 feet away. Two police officers got out of the car but did not come to his side.They quickly slipped the batons into their belts and walked toward the building with policeman's confidence. They entered the building.The door closed slowly.They were too late to save their little spy.Within seconds they'd find the body and shoot their way around Perry. Brian Vander Paine was first upstairs.His footsteps thumped, and the weight of 215 pounds was enough to bear the stairs.Ed McKinley followed without making a sound.Ed was always lighter on his feet, but he actually weighed 10 pounds more than Brian.

Without saying a word, they went up to the second floor.Noise complaints are not a nerve-wracking case.Brian wants Darcy to live alone, he doesn't want to have to deal with family feuds. They come to the building at least twice a week.Mostly, people don't realize how thin the walls are in this apartment and how easily the noise travels.Usually, as long as the police show up, the noisemakers will be extremely embarrassed and quiet down.Therefore, the complaint will be resolved in no time. Halfway up the stairs, Brian stopped suddenly and Ed bumped into him.Brian is looking down.Ed also subconsciously looked at the same place.

There was a series of large red footprints on the stairs. Brian knelt by one of the footprints and touched it lightly—his fingers were stained red.He rubbed his fingertips together, then looked up at Ed. "It's blood," Brian said.He even expected it to be blood, the smell was too familiar. Brian stood up.Both of them drew their guns and moved quietly, taking care not to step on other blood marks.When they reached the second floor they saw blood on the wall.With so much blood, it must have hurt badly. The big bloodstains lead directly to the door of apartment B-203.A bleeding person must have crawled or been dragged into the apartment.

The two stood close to either side of the door, their pulses beating violently, their backs to the wall, their guns pointing to the ground.Brian's thoughts were racing.The blood was fresh, and so much, that the victim may have bled to death.He was pretty sure the wound must have been from the weapon.If the victim is still in the apartment, the perpetrator is probably there. Brian's adrenaline was pumping.He extended his right hand and knocked heavily on the door. "Police! Open the door!" No response.The porch was dead silent.Brian knocked harder on the door. "Police! Open the door!" Still no response.

He turned sideways to the door.Glancing quickly at Ed, Ed nodded knowingly.So Brian traded his 215 pounds for a hard kick to the doorknob.The wood splintered, but the door remained locked.He kicked again, harder this time.The deadbolt of the lock flew off the wall, splinters of wood flew.The door opened. It dawned on Perry that driving wouldn't help either.The cops would come after them in seconds.To find him, they would first find his car, so he could get caught within 50 miles by car, and even less by foot. "Hatch is coming soon." Hatching - Some poor bastards can't wait.What would that be like?What kind of heart-piercing pain should it be?

The plan to go to Wagamega will be postponed.It's unclear whether he'll be able to escape the parking lot, let alone get to Wagamega.Now it seems that only one place is safe.But he starts by finding the person closest to him who is also infected with the triangle.That man would understand what Perry was in and what he did to Bill, and that man would cover Perry from being taken by the cops who would be "sweeping" the building in a matter of minutes . "Can we see the hatching process?" "Yes, you should be able to see it, take a look." "Where is he? Tell me how to get there, hurry up!" Perry urged, with an undisguised anxiety in his voice.

"This way." Perry was stunned.Another voice, a woman's, was faint but clear. "Turn around." He covered his ears with his hands, and his face showed a terrified expression of a child after being frightened.It was all so sudden that Perry was caught off guard, but now was not the time to panic, because at any moment the cops could burst out of the building and head straight for him.He turned around and found that the G building was behind him. "Hurry up, it's safe here." He didn't understand, and he didn't want to bother to understand.The only thing he wants to do now is to stay away from those cops.Perry began running and jumping desperately toward Building G, nearly losing his balance and falling several times. He did fall twice, and both times he wiped his face on the ground and fell onto the snow-covered asphalt road , but every time he fell, he would struggle to stand up and continue to move forward. It took him less than 15 seconds to rush into building G. Brian Vander Paine and Ed McKinley have every detail alive.In their combined 25 years as police officers (14 for Brian, 11 for Ed), they had never seen anything as insane as what happened in apartment B-203. Despite the urge to aim directly at the room, Brian restrained himself and pointed the gun at the ground.The door was knocked open, but he didn't notice any movement, so he continued to move in cautiously. The corpse on the sofa immediately came into his sight, and the bloody hands were firmly nailed to the wall by steak knives in the shape of a cross. Of course Brian would examine the body, but he didn't need to examine it to know that the man was definitely dead.The murderer was probably still in the room, so he looked away from the body, but all he could see was blood. A smell hit him like a fist: the smell of sweat, blood, and a bad smell of decay, an indescribable smell. Brian pointed the gun at the hallway that led to the bathroom and bedroom.He was suddenly thankful that he had made countless calls to the neighborhood, which had given him a good idea of ​​the similar layout of the various rooms in this building. Ed turned right quickly, and slowly approached the small kitchen with his gun raised, "Damn it." Brian quickly glanced at the kitchen. The floor, even the dining table, was covered in dried blood everywhere.The blood was so deep that the otherwise white linoleum floor was stained reddish-brown. Brian continued to move down the aisle, with Ed a few steps behind him.The small closet in the living room was open, and there were only a handful of clothes in it: a coat, a fancy shirt from the beach in Hawaii, and a baggy Michigan varsity jacket.Now only the bedroom and kitchen are left uninspected. The closer to the kitchen, the stronger the smell.Brian hid in a corner of the living room and motioned for Ed to check the open bathroom.Ed came out within a minute of entering, shaking his head to indicate that the bathroom was empty, and mouthing "more blood". Brian crouched carefully in front of the bedroom door, and Ed stood behind him, only a step away.They were not standing too close lest a single bullet should kill them both.Brian felt his beating heart in his throat. He suppressed the fear in his heart and turned the doorknob. He pushed open the bedroom door and found that it was empty again——no one was there.They then quickly searched under the bed and wardrobe. Ed said: "Brian, go and see the injured, I'll call someone." When Ed grabbed the phone to talk to the dispatcher, Brian also rushed to the injured.Examination found that the pulse of the injured had stopped beating, but his body was still warm, and he died less than an hour ago. The deceased was slumped on the sofa, head drooping, arms outstretched by steak knives nailed to the wall separately.Blood soaked the victim's entire leg and left a large red stain on the dilapidated sofa.The victim's nose looked as if it had just been through a disaster.His face was bruised and swollen, with cuts everywhere.Blood trickled down his face and soaked his shirt. Brian pieced together the ins and outs of the whole incident in his mind, and was extremely angry at the murderer's brutal behavior.The murderer attacked the victim in the hallway, left multiple cuts on the victim with a knife or other weapon, dragged him into the room and pinned him to the wall with the knife.The bruise on the face may have been left in the parlor or after a hand was pierced. Bad stuff like this shouldn't happen in Ann Arbor, it shouldn't happen anywhere the hell. People often experience deep regret after domestic violence caused by internal disputes.Many times, perpetrators will choose to turn themselves in because they have hurt their loved ones.But this time it was completely different.Whoever the murderer was, the only thing that was certain was that he showed no sign of remorse—and remorse does not write on a wall with the blood of the victim afterward. It was the most murderous thing Brian had ever seen, and it would be the most sensational case of his police career.Although he vividly remembered every horrific detail, the writing on the wall made it impossible for him to forget the brutal killing. Numerous palm and finger prints indicate that the murderer used his hands to smear the writing on the wall above the dead man's head.The two 3-foot-long words written in blood on the wall were still wet and dripping down the wall: RULES. Perry closed the door behind him, took a quick look around the empty porch, then looked down the window just in time to see a police officer rush out of Building B and jump into a police car.The lights flashed rapidly. Perry grinned contentedly. "A bunch of jerks," he muttered under his breath, "as long as I'm alive, you're not going to catch me." They didn't know what to expect when they got out of the car. They must have thought that Bill had tied up Perry and was waiting for someone to come and take him away.If that was the case, they'd underestimated Perry too much, but he was sure the cops would never underestimate Perry again. Perry turned and stared at the lobby of Building G.He felt a strange feeling he had never felt before, like a buttery warmth in his chest, and a greasy feeling in his heart.Perry felt it as he rushed towards Building G, and it intensified as he entered Building G. "It's about to hatch, it's about to hatch, it's about to hatch." Triangle's rambling words made Perry realize that the escape was only temporary.More police cars are coming this way.It was only a matter of time before the police found him.He would have been shot, of course he would have been shot while "trying to escape", whether he had hopped and fallen, or been shot down in the presence of 20 witnesses. It doesn't matter, because the cops will pay to silence these people, or simply make these people disappear.He had to hurry—he had to find another victim. "Guys, where do I go?" Anyway, they let him see the cops for what they really were, they told him who Slick Willie's informants were, they told him the cops were coming for him , it turns out that they are correct.Thanks to their timely notification, he was able to escape. "Go to the third floor." Hell, they learn so fast.Now when they hear new words, such as directions or some technical terms, they respond almost immediately. He stumbled and jumped on one foot to the third floor.With every jump, the greasy feeling in my chest will get stronger.When Perry finally made it to the third floor, that strange feeling had filled every cell in his body.Perry cursed inwardly, "As if I wasn't stressed enough." He continued walking down the porch until the triangle stopped him. "This is it." Apartment G-304. A small pale wreath was painted in chalk on the door, and beside it a small wooden duck held a pink "Welcome" sign.It looked like country art, and Perry hated country art the most.He knocked, and there was no answer, so he kept knocking, more urgently and louder this time. Still no response. Perry leaned forward, mouth almost to the door.He said in a voice soft enough for those inside the door to hear, "I'm not leaving, I know you're suffering, and I know about the triangle." The door opened a crack, and there was the sound of the anti-theft chain being tightened.Perry heard Whitney Houston's "I'm a Woman of Women" playing softly on the stereo.If she had slept in the past four or five days, her chubby face would have been more attractive, but she looked angry and worried, with a hint of fear at the same time. As soon as Bill saw that face, the oily sensation nearly engulfed him.Now he knew why - because he sensed the presence of another host.Before she even opened her mouth, Perry knew she was the host. "Who are you?" she asked. Perry could hear a tinge of hope in her voice, hoping that this man had come to save her. Perry said calmly: "I'm Perry, and I live in this community. Let me in, and we can have a good talk about our next plan." He could only see half of her face through the crack of the door, but she obviously didn't believe it. "Are you from the government? Or...CSI?" There was fear in her voice. "Listen, I'm in the fucking boat with you right now - I have a triangle too, can't you feel it? Now open the door and let me in before anyone sees me and calls the police." That last sentence hits the nail on the head.Eyes wide, she took a quick breath, then held it.She blinked, wondering if she should trust this man, and closed the door.Perry heard the sound of chains sliding.The door opened, and she looked at him eagerly with hopeful eyes. Perry pushed her away, jumped in quickly, and swiftly closed and locked the door.He turned around with a little hop, only to find a butcher knife pointed at him inches away. He gently raised his hands to shoulder level and leaned back until his back was against the door. There was a mixture of emotions in his blue eyes, but anger and fear prevailed.If he misspoke a word the knife would have plunged straight into his chest.She was a tall woman, about 5 feet 7 inches, but the fat buildup made her weigh 170 pounds.She was wearing a yellow housegown decorated with green and blue flowers, and it hung on her like an old garment handed down from a man four times her size.She wears sandals embellished with fluffy gray bunnies.Her blond hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, which looked out of place with her face of a middle-aged woman who exuded fear and helplessness. Although he was much taller than she was, he wasn't going to take any chances.One of the lessons he learned early on the court was that fat people are strong.As unlikely as it may seem, sometimes their large size and muscular muscles can react surprisingly quickly, such as when punching, grabbing, or stabbing. "Gosh, lady, put the knife down." "How do I know you're not sent by the government? Let me see your ID." Her voice trembled a little, and the tip of the knife also shook. "That's enough," Perry said, anger burning in his heart. "If I'm really sent by the government, do you think they'll let me wear a government ID? Use your brains! You'll make me roll up my sleeves, okay? I Let you see." Perry rolled up his sleeves. He lowered the pack slowly to the ground, hoping that the top would be open so he could quickly grab his weapons, his kitchen knives.But his every move now may make her panic and chop off at him by mistake.So he obediently rolled up his sleeves. A euphoria ran through him like a drug. "It's her, it's her, she's going to hatch soon, it's her." "Oh my gosh," she whispered hoarsely, "oh my gosh, you got it too." The knife slid to the carpet. Perry came up to her with a small hop on one foot.He slapped her hard.She wanted to bow her head and step back to avoid his slap, but she was knocked to the ground anyway.She is now lying motionless on the buff rug, sobbing. "Stop it now, stop it, stop it." The scream in his head made Perry frown in pain.He expected this to happen, but at least he got an easy win first.Either way, he had to let the woman know who was in charge. "Bitch, if you dare to point a knife at me again, I'll chop you up." The woman sobbed in pain, with a trace of fear and disappointment. Perry leaned closer to her. "You understand what I'm saying?" She hid her face behind her arms and said nothing, the fat jiggling like layered jelly. Perry stroked her hair tenderly, a touch that made her a little embarrassed. "I'll ask you again," he said, "and if you don't answer, I'll make you look good, you fat man." She raised her head abruptly, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Understood!" she shouted, "Yes, I understand." She yelled, as if deliberately trying to annoy him.Women are always pushing the boundaries.Her tear-stained face reminded him of a greasy doughnut.Woman, life doesn't believe in tears. He continued to stroke her hair, but his voice became indifferent, "One more thing, if you speak so loudly, you will die. There is nothing to discuss. Talk back to me again, and I will cut you off ,clear?" She stared at him innocently, her eyes full of doubt and complete despair.Perry had no sympathy for her.After all, she is weak, and only the strong can survive in this cruel world. Perry's anger finally broke out. He paused every word and said clearly: "Do you-understand-?" "Yes," she whispered, "I understand, please don't hit me again." "Listen honey," Perry said, in a soft, calm, almost singing voice, "I don't care what happens to you at all. I'm pretty sure today is the end of me, and based on that, I'm going to Do what I want. If you dare to do anything hostile, if you dare to call for help or if you pick up the phone, I will slit your throat as fast as you can eat bread None. If you remember and obey, we'll get along pretty well. Now, I don't want to hear your voice, so just nod if you understand." She nodded. "Very good." He gently wiped away the tears on her face, "Now stand up and get something to eat, we are hungry." He felt a very strong sense of excitement rushing over him.Triangles are happy because they know they will have something to eat soon.The feeling was so strong that even Perry couldn't help but feel happy.