The Divine Hunter Chapter 3: Coroner Francis

Two figures, one tall and one short, were walking side by side on the deserted long street. A sudden gust of wind blew the tall man's gray cloak back. He lowered his head slightly and pressed the sword belt on his chest with one hand. , the other hand firmly pressed the sheathed sword on his back.

The cold and hard touch was like a tonic, instantly calming him down.

"Roy..." The short man next to him stroked the beard that hung down to his chest, "How about forgetting it? Even Master Leisuo failed! I can't drag you into the water anymore. You go to the hotel in the city and wait. My good news."

The young man shook his head and flatly refused, "My teacher's whereabouts are still unknown, so he just ran away without a fight? A demon hunter can't do that, and I believe that dwarves don't even bother to make such friends."

"Oh, you are right. If you really act like a coward, I will look down on you."

"Let me ask you something again, what clues did Lei Suo find while working with you?"

Kramer tugged at his beard in distress, "To be honest, I'm very depressed. Is the master accustomed to being alone, or is he afraid that ordinary people like us will hold him back? He disappears every day, and there is no trace to investigate. He kept silent about us until he finally ambushed the serial killer and then let us follow him!"

"Huh..." Roy raised his head and took a deep breath. He was also a little surprised. It was true that Leisuo was a lone ranger. After all, he had a history of abandoning himself and acting alone several times, but he couldn't hide all the facts of the case. Following these criminals who are running for the murder case.

"Is the murderer too powerful and Leisuo wants to protect them? Or is there some secret hidden behind this series of murders that cannot be known to outsiders?"

The two of them walked through the sparse pedestrians on the street and arrived at the Hanged Man's Alley on the west side of the palace.

The appearance of the alley matches its name perfectly. It is between a gray building and a high wall covered with stains and moss. It is dark and narrow, and a hundred meters later it ends in a dead end.

A few steps into the alley, Roy smelled a unique smell and followed the smell to find several pools of dried brown blood on the ground. Apart from this, there are no other suspicious signs in the entire alley.

He squatted down, put a little blood mixed with dust on the tip of his index finger and brought it to his nose, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment...

Smell...a faint rancid smell...

One smell is similar to human blood, which should come from the witcher Retho; the other smells rancid, and he has never smelled anything like it... What could be left behind?

He opened his eyes again, and the dark golden pupils suddenly shrank into vertical prisms——

Two "ribbons" rise along the blood stains on the ground, floating lightly in the air, spreading out of the Hanged Man's Alley... one is light red, the other is black... these belong to the Witcher senses.

Why does the blood stain split into two directions?

The young man fell into deep thought.

The dwarf who had been observing him noticed the changes in his pupils, and was so frightened that his beard trembled. Out of defensive instinct, he tightened his grip on the sword at his waist - at that moment he seemed to be hunted by a hunter at the top of the food chain. The eater was targeted, and he thought of dragons. Legend has it that dragon-like creatures have dark golden vertical pupils.

But isn’t he from the Viper School? His teacher has amber eyes.

Roy looked at standing up, frowning, his eyes searched the air for a short while, hesitated for a moment... selected the light red "ribbon" in the air, and followed the direction of the ribbon extension. A burst of speed, the traces are sometimes thick and light, the blood stains on the ground are thick, and other places are dull...

His goals are clear and he strides forward.

However, the dwarf could not see any clues at all, and his rich experience told him that it was best not to disturb the demon hunter while he was investigating.

He kept quiet and followed closely,

Five minutes later, the boy stopped at a sparsely populated old street. His face was as gloomy as water. He turned around and explored in another direction.

Switching to the "black" ribbon and tracking all the way, Roy even jumped onto the low roof and ran on the roof regardless of the terrain... But not long after, he stopped again and dropped 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 young man's senses were suddenly interrupted and no traces were left. One was that several days had passed, and the other was that he The demon hunter's senses are still rudimentary and his abilities are limited.

"The clues 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, "Are the bodies of the deceased all in the morgue?"

"Yes, the six corpses are over there."

"Take me to see it."

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

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

As soon as they stepped into the door, a strong rancid smell instantly rushed into their nostrils. Roy frowned and covered his nose,

"Not a single guard?"

The dwarf said disapprovingly, "The dead people who were brought here have already had their belongings stripped off. Even the poorest pickpocket would not be able to steal here. If there is nothing to steal, how about stealing the body?"

"I'm not sure, have you 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 a faint firelight, and the two of them zigzagged through several rooms and passed through corpse cabinets stacked like densely packed coffins.

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

Seeing the shocked expression on the young man's face, the dwarf explained, "Do you think there are many corpses here? Basically, Elland will find a fresh corpse every few days."

“Accidents, diseases, gang fights, killer assassinations...the causes of death are all kinds of strange. More than one-third of the corpses are unclaimed, and the murderer cannot be found in more than half of the corpses.”

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 hadn't happened to anger Prince Siward, I don't think the Knights would have done anything. It’s possible to mobilize troops and mobilize people like this.”

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

Roy was silent. In the eyes of the rulers of this backward era, the life values ​​of civilians and nobles were completely incomparable.

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

"How's the inspection going? Any new clues? Francis."

The coroner seemed not to have heard the question and continued what he was doing. His slender right arm under his white coat suddenly lifted back high, and a turbid needle between his **** reflected dazzlingly in the dim light. of light.

He tightened the suture sutures tightly, then lowered his head and moved the needle with his fingers like flying.

"Puff..." was heard in the sound of the sharp object entering the flesh. His movements were neither slow nor fast, and his intensity was neither light nor heavy, just right. It was inexplicably emotional.

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

After waiting for a few minutes, he finished the last stitch, lifted up the mask with his **** left hand, and cleanly bit off the sutures with his teeth.

Then he took a long breath, slumped down in his chair, waved his hands back and said angrily, "Dennis Kramer, I have mentioned many times not to make any noise while I am working. What if my hand Shaking damages the integrity of the body, and the deceased cannot rest in peace. Be careful when they get up to settle the score with you!"

His tone was hoarse and had an indescribable charm that made people want to hear more.

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

The dwarf smiled disdainfully when he heard this, "You superstitious guy, if there are really ghosts, I will welcome them as guests, and I will entertain them with strong wine and let him be a drunkard!"

“No more nonsense, let’s talk about business with you, about the serial killer...”

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

This is a man in his thirties. The first impression he gives is that he is handsome, handsome to the point of being feminine. ~IndoMTL.com~ He has a high nose bridge, deep eyes with dark circles from insomnia, and slightly scarlet lips. I wonder if he has stayed in the basement for too long and has not seen the sun for a long time. His skin is so white without a trace of blood. .

His clothes are clean and tidy, and he exudes a gloomy aristocratic temperament.

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

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

Roy was unmoved at all, "Sir, can we talk about finding women later? Now please take me to see the six corpses left behind."

The dwarf followed his words and introduced, "This is Roy, Master Leisuo's..."

"I guess it's the bald apprentice!" the coroner commented on him, without concealing the disgust in his tone, "Look at this outfit, the black and yellow leather armor, the gray cloak, and the tattoo on the chest A rose, and an ugly hood. You demon hunters have amazingly similar aesthetics. You are hundreds of years behind the current era..."

"Okay, shut up!"

Francis suddenly stretched and stood up from the chair.

"Follow me, kid, but I have something to say first," he said impatiently, "Young man, be prepared mentally, be careful not to be scared to death later!" After leaving these words, he turned around and led 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 an ordinary person treat the witcher with such a casual attitude.