Bale-Batman stared at the bloody scene before him in slight shock. Even in Gotham, such a sight was rare, because the youth named Dick had been scattered across this patch of woodland almost evenly. He had been torn into pieces far too small.
Setting aside the soft skin and internal organs, human bones were quite difficult to deal with. Without specialized tools, it would have been hard to smash bones into pieces this small. Could this killer have been carrying around a wood chipper?
Bale-Batman slowly narrowed his eyes. He thought it over carefully and felt that something was wrong.
The body had been damaged too severely to determine the exact time of death, but judging by the state of the coagulated blood, the fragments could not have been scattered here more than two hours ago.
But there was a problem. When people were killed, they died, and before dying, they would certainly scream. Even if the suspect had killed Dick before shredding him into pieces, Dick would have resisted and run when the killer attacked. Even if he could not run, he would have called loudly for help, because he knew the camp was nearby.
Yet Bale-Batman had not heard any screams. In other words, the murdered youth had not died after Bale-Batman returned to camp. His time of death might have coincided exactly with the time Bale-Batman had left camp to investigate the stream.
But there was another problem. During the time Dick was attacked, the camp had not been completely empty. Setting aside that pair of idiots who had run off to the other side of camp for who knew what, had Doctor Schiller really not heard any calls for help in the camp?
Bale-Batman turned to look at Schiller, who clearly understood what he meant. He