God-level Demon Hunter

However, the dwarf couldn't see any clues at all. His rich experience told him that it was best not to disturb the witcher when he was investigating.

He kept quiet and followed closely,

Five minutes later, the boy stopped on the side of a sparsely populated old street. His face was gloomy, and he turned around again, exploring in another direction.

Switching to the "black" ribbon, Roy even jumped onto the low roof and ran on the roof regardless of the terrain...but not long after, he stopped slumped again and lowered his face.

"Roy, what clues did you find?" Dennis Kramer interrupted and asked eagerly.

"Sorry, my level is much worse than the teacher... I didn't find anything." The two "ribbons" in the boy's senses were suddenly cut off without any traces. One was a few days later, and the other was his demon hunting Human sense organs are still very rudimentary and their abilities are limited.

"The leads are all broken."

The dwarf's rough face showed disappointment, "Then shall we continue to search here?"

"Forget it, there's no need to search," Roy thought, "The dead bodies are all in the morgue?"

"Yes, all six corpses are over there."

"Take me to see it."

The two changed their way, walked for about half an hour, and came to a remote place at the end of a certain street, outside a rough and cold two-story gray building.

After a downward staircase, the rusty iron door was ajar. It turned out that the morgue was underground.

As soon as they stepped into the gate, a strong rancid smell rushed into the nasal cavity of the two of them in an instant. Roy frowned and covered his nose.

"Not a single guard?"

The dwarf said disapprovingly, "The dead people sent here have been stripped of their belongings long ago. Even the poorest pickpockets can't come here to steal. There's nothing to steal. Could it be stealing a corpse?"

"Maybe, have you ever heard of corpse eaters? The murderer may also come here to destroy the clues on the corpse."

……

The dark corridor located underground was illuminated by the faint light of the fire, and the two turned around and passed through several mortuary cabinets that were densely piled up like coffins.

There are also deformed corpses placed on the dark iron table one after another, forcibly stitched together by needles and threads.

Seeing the startled look on the boy's face, the dwarf explained, "Do you think there are a lot of corpses here? Basically, Elland finds a fresh corpse every few days."

"Accidents, diseases, gang fights, killer assassinations...the causes of death are all kinds of strange, and more than one-third of the corpses are unclaimed, and more than half of the corpses cannot find the murderer."

The dwarf sighed, "Although six people have died in this serial murder so far, if it happened not near the palace but in other areas, if it didn't happen to anger Prince Heward, I don't think the Knights would be able to mobilize so many people." .”

"Regardless of Ireland or other cities, manpower and financial resources are always limited, and it is impossible to solve all cases. We can only select some that the sheriff 'deems important'."

Roy was silent. In the eyes of the rulers of this backward era, the lives of common people and nobles were completely incomparable.

Continuing forward, the two came to a blood-stained iron table. A man in a white apron and mask was handling a dead body with his back to them.

"How is the inspection, any new clues? Francis."

The coroner seemed not to hear the question, and continued with the work in hand. The slender right arm under the white coat was suddenly lifted back, and a cloudy needle between the two fingers reflected dazzling light under the dim yellow light.

He tightened the sewing thread heavily, then lowered his head and moved the needle like flying fingers.

"Puff..." Amidst the sound of sharp things entering the flesh, his movements were neither slow nor fast, and his strength was just right, which was inexplicably touching.

It was as if his body was dancing to an unknown rhythm, as if in front of him was not a dirty and stinking corpse, but a great work of art.

After waiting for a few minutes, he finished the last stitch, lifted the mask with his bloody left hand, and neatly bit off the stitches with his teeth.

Then he took a long breath, slumped on the chair, waved his hands back and said in a low voice, "Dennis Kramer, I have asked many times not to make noise during my working hours. In case my hand shakes and hurts The integrity of the corpse, the dead cannot rest in peace, be careful they get up and settle accounts with you!"

His tone was hoarse, and with an unspeakable charm, people couldn't help but want to hear more.

Roy's dark golden pupils froze, and he noticed that this guy had a spider-like tattoo on his right forearm that was exposed outside his sleeve.

The dwarf laughed when he heard the words, "You superstitious guy, if there are ghosts, I welcome them to visit my house, and I will treat them with strong wine and make him a drunk!"

"Let's not talk nonsense, let's talk about business with you, about that serial killer..."

Under the urging of the dwarf, the coroner turned around helplessly, took off the mask, and slowly took off the surgical gown.

This is a man in his 30s. The first impression he gives is that he is handsome, handsome to the point of femininity.He has a high nose bridge, deep eyes with dark circles of insomnia, and slightly scarlet lips. I don't know if he has stayed in the basement for too long and hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and his skin is pale without a trace of blood.

His clothes were clean and tidy, and he exuded a gloomy aristocratic temperament.

He lay down on the chair and yawned lazily, then turned to Roy casually,

"This new kid," he showed his white teeth and smiled, "don't look at a man with that look. If you want to have fun... I recommend you to go to the Peacock Flower in the Golden Cave in the north of the city. I tried it myself The girls are hot enough!"

Roy was unmoved in the slightest, "Your Excellency, can we talk about finding girls later? Now, please show me the six corpses that were left before."

Following his words, the dwarf introduced, "This is Roy, Master Lei Suo's..."

"I guess it's that bald apprentice!" The coroner commented on him, not hiding his disgust in his tone, "Look at this outfit, black and yellow leather armor, gray cape, and a rose tattooed on the chest , and wearing an ugly hood, the aesthetics of you demon hunters are amazingly consistent, it’s literally hundreds of years behind the current era..."

"Okay, I'll shut up!"

Francis stretched suddenly and stood up from the chair.

"Come with me, boy, but you have something to say first," he said impatiently, "Young man, be prepared, be careful that you will pee in fear later!" After leaving these words, he swaggered and turned around to lead the way.

"Well, although this guy has a weird personality, he is still a good person." The dwarf gave him an apologetic look.

"Understood." Roy looked at Francis's back. He had never seen any ordinary person treat the witcher with such a casual attitude.

Chapter 4 Cause of death

In a bright morgue, six corpses were lined up.

The corpses exuded a faint rancid smell and a pungent medicinal liquid smell, four of them were soaked in the antiseptic liquid for too long, showing a brown color, and two relatively fresh corpses did not change much.

The bright light illuminated their slightly corrupted skin, without exception, there were traces of dissection from top to bottom, and long and ferocious centipede-like slits spread along their chests to the bottom of their chests. abdomen.

Scattered traces of sutures can also be seen on the side waists of some corpses, which should be fatal wounds.The scariest thing was the pale and swollen face of a man, covered with threads like a broken doll, clearly divided into four parts: upper, lower, left, and right.

These seams are extremely conspicuous and surprisingly clean, as neat as a row of tightly seamed zippers on a coat, which shows the coroner's superb stitching techniques.

Francis crossed his arms over his chest and looked around in satisfaction.

"Dude, you didn't see how they died before... I guarantee... the whole of Ireland, and only Francis has such exquisite craftsmanship, so that they can basically maintain their appearance in life."

"Your psychological quality is also good, not as bad as I imagined..."

Roy didn't say a word, his eyes were fixed on the freshest corpse, his pupils constricted, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"How...do you know the deceased?"

Roy nodded to the curious coroner, and at the same time Kramer sighed, "Thales Knight is always arrogant and annoying, but this end is beyond my expectation."

The latest deceased was none other than Arthur Thales, a serious white rose knight, who had stopped Roy and the witcher at the gate of Ellander for a duel.

"The murderer is provoking the Knights!" This thought flashed in Roy's mind.

"Speaking of..." Francis curled his lips into a sarcasm, "The way this knight died is relatively easy and decent..."

"Let me introduce it for you." He gracefully stroked his chest and curtseyed halfway, then pointed his knuckle-protruding index finger at the corpse's chest. There was a long and thin suture mark on the left chest.

"His Excellency Thales' body was found in a small alley on the west side of the palace. At that time, he was kneeling on his knees, holding his heart in the direction of the palace humbly and piously!"

"Hiss..." Roy imagined the scene, shook his head, "cause of death?"

"There are some undigested white chrysanthemums left in his body. He should have died after drinking a crude anesthetic made by the people, and then his chest was cut open and his heart was taken out." Francis raised his face slightly disdainfully, " The murderer's method is outrageously crude, presumably there is no basis for any surgical operation, the wound was severely damaged by a sharp weapon, and there is no sense of beauty!"

As he said that, a small scalpel swirled flexibly between his fingers like a silver pike, creating an afterimage.

"Are you sure it's a sharp weapon, not a monster's claws or teeth?"

"You're questioning my authority!? But you can't doubt your teacher's judgment—that demon hunter named Reso also looked at the wound and came to the same conclusion as me."

Roy turned to Dennis Kramer.

The latter nodded at him.

So his eyes turned to the next corpse—a middle-aged man with a big belly and an ugly face.He noticed that the man's mouth was open all the time weirdly, his thighs were swollen, his calves below the knees were skinny, and his body was limp and covered with scars, giving him the feeling of a crushed water bag.

"This person's status is far inferior to that of a noble knight... One is in the sky and the other is in the ground. He is the ant and beggar in the ground!"

"beggar?"

"Are you surprised? The old beggar Baal is still a poor old man with disabled feet, who can only lie on the cold and dirty ground and beg with his hands all day long. Why did the murderer brutally kill such a poor man?"

Francis said in a hurried tone, almost dancing, "The poor guy can't enjoy a trace of mercy until he dies. His death is the most painful of the six."

"Oh?"

"He was penetrated from the bottom to the top by a young sapling, which penetrated through the 'excretion opening' below him, and emerged from his mouth again.

Therefore, he grows straight in the cultivated soil together with the tree. Francis shook his head, "Old Barr with disabled legs, death finally made him straighten his spine!" "

Roy's eyelids twitched. There were still some bumpy holes on the side of the corpse. Could it be a branch coming out of the body?Furthermore, knights and beggars, what is the connection between the two, the murderer chooses the target randomly?He rubbed his eyebrows tangledly.

The coroner didn't seem to see his face, and continued to introduce,

"Next, please allow me to solemnly introduce you to the third last deceased, the butcher Mr. Bruce Powder Keg, he was lucky to be elected as the easiest way to die."

This is a fat man with big arms and a round waist. Apart from the autopsy wound, there are no other scars on his body. He can be regarded as the one with the most complete corpse.

"Look, how peaceful and peaceful, he just fell asleep under the effect of an overdose of anesthesia without even snoring. His wife no longer complained about his snoring, and his neighbors no longer had to worry about this one word." A violent temper that is not suitable for threatening with a knife, the murderer can be regarded as killing harm for the people... um... there is nothing wrong with it. But it is not something ordinary people can do to carry such a big man to the vicinity of the palace."

Roy rubbed his chin, his eyes flickered and fell into deep thought, while the dwarf Kramer stared at him nervously, Francis turned his eyes on the two of them, paused, and then said,

"This burly and handsome young man is Boris the Scud. He was the champion of the Ireland Horse Racing Meeting three times. Unfortunately, his performance has become worse and worse in recent years. He only knows how to drink away his worries all day long. Even if he didn't die, he probably won't be able to pass the qualification this year. match."

"How about his way of dying... quite creative! The murderer is such a genius, he actually wanted to exchange his and Aiju's internal organs!"

"Sure enough, monsters are cuter than perverted humans!" Roy sighed in his heart. Sometimes, the same kind is more cruel than the other kind.

"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, his internal organs entered the belly of an old man who had been with him for ten years, and the internal organs of an old horse were stuffed into his stomach. He and his racehorse 'died together' in another way. But in his dilapidated In the stable, I found that the dead old horse had old injuries from abuse, at least a year or two ago."

"I guess this down-and-out knight likes to take out his anguish on the old man."

……

"The last two..." Francis shrugged uninterestedly, "The teller of Vivaldi Bank had his ten fingers cut off, his eyeballs were pulled out and he bled to death... the servants of the royal palace had their mouths and mouths sewn up roughly. Nose, choked to death."

"The two of them are more generous."

After pondering for a moment, Roy's dark golden pupils turned to the coroner, "I want to hear your opinion, Francis, do you think the serial killer is a psychopath to satisfy a special hobby, or has some ulterior purpose?"

"Purpose?" Francis smacked his mouth noncommittally, "What purpose? Revenge on the Knights, causing murders to make them scramble, and then being driven back by the prince in despair?!"

"Did Lessor tell you about his discovery?"

"You should know that guy. He seems to have persecution paranoia, and he won't trust anyone. I've finished all the information I can provide, and I'm sorry I can't help the rest!" He impatiently raised his hand towards the two Lifting your chin, "Should the two of you hurry up and arrest the murderer? Today, I still have a few corpses to deal with..."

"However... if you want to invite me to Peacock Flower, that's no problem, stay as long as you want!"

Roy exchanged a look with the helpless dwarf,

"Okay, don't bother Your Excellency."

After turning around and walking a few steps, Roy stopped suddenly, "Francis, how many years have you been a coroner?"

"Ten years or more, I can't remember!"

The coroner who was playing with the scalpel looked indifferent, but he didn't know that a brand new piece of information emerged from him and was reflected in the eyes of the person opposite.

Chapter 5 Doubt

Francis

Age: 35

Identity:

coroner

(Expertly wielding needle, thread and scalpel, working with corpses in dark basements.)

poet

(His poems don’t rhyme, the words are not beautiful, and they can’t find a little bit of artistic conception. They are equivalent to noise to others and can only be used for self-entertainment. But he is passionate and never tired of it.)

Hide your identity? ? ?

(You are keenly aware of his suspiciousness, he has other identities)

Health: 80

Attributes: