"I just thought the smell was unpleasant." Schiller looked at the bags, shook his head, and said, "I'm not afraid of corpses. In Gotham, no one is afraid of corpses."
After staring at him for a while, Clay seemed to accept that explanation. He turned to Shivan and said, "Professor, these bags of bodies were found in your house, but we didn't find any footprints around your property..."
"That's your problem!" Shivan appeared somewhat angry. He said, "Are you suggesting that I killed this person, stuffed them into bags, and threw them into my own backyard? Why would I do that? I came here to work, not to kill people!"
Clay wanted to ask more questions, but the older officer grabbed him and said, "Sheriff, body reconstruction is usually done by the forensics department, but if most of our manpower can't leave right now, we can do it here. Can you provide us with a plastic sheet?"
"There's a tarp in the warehouse." Shivan moved farther away and said, "You can use that, but throw it out for me when you're done. It's disgusting."
They quickly brought out the plastic sheet. Once it had been spread out, they began laying the body parts flat on it. Some members of the forensic team started looking for fingerprints and other clues, while others photographed the body. Everyone busied themselves around the corpse on the sheet.
The old officer kept staring at Schiller. Schiller stepped forward to look at the body, and then understood why the officer had been watching him.
The corpse's head, fingers, hair, and genitals were all missing.
Excellent. Whoever had done this was as professional as he was. A police officer turned over the victim's chest cavity, and when Schiller saw half of the tattoo on the person's back,