The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 119 Coroner Francis

Two figures, one tall and one short, were walking side by side in the deserted long street. A sudden gust of wind blew the tall man’s gray cloak backwards. He slightly lowered his head and pressed the sword belt on his chest with one hand. One hand stubbornly held the sheath long sword on the back.

  The cold and hard touch was like a booster, which instantly calmed him down.

"Roy..." The short man by his side stroked his beard down to his chest, "What about it? Even Master Lei Suo missed! I can't drag you into the water anymore. You go to the hotel in the city and wait for me. News."

  The young man shook his head and flatly refused, "My teacher is still missing, so he flees without a fight? Demon hunters can't do it. I believe dwarves don't bother to make such friends."

   "Oh, what you said is right. If you were really a coward, I would look down on you."

   "Ask you again, what clues did Resso find while working with you?"

Kramer pulled his beard in anguish, "To be honest, I'm very depressed. The master is used to being alone, or is afraid that ordinary people like us will be dragged down? Every day, he is out of sight and disappears. Investigation clues and other things also shut up to us. Not to mention, we didn't let us follow until the final ambush of the serial killer!"

"Huh..." Roy raised his head and took a deep breath. He was also a little surprised. Reso is a lone ranger. After all, he has left his previous record of acting alone several times, but he can't hide all the facts of the case. The master of the murder case.

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

  The two went all the way through the sparse pedestrians on the street to the Hanged Ghost Alley on the west side of the palace.

  The appearance and name of the alley are perfect. Between a gray building and a high wall full of stains and moss, it is dim and narrow, and at the end of a hundred years later is a dead end.

  Not a few steps into the alley, Roy smelled a unique smell. Following the smell, he found several pools of dried brown blood on the ground. In addition, there are no other suspicious traces in the entire alley.

  He squatted down, the tip of his index finger was stained with a little blood mixed with dust and put it in front of his nose, closed his eyes and felt for a moment...

   fishy...light rancid...

  One smell is similar to human blood, which should come from the Demon Hunter Reso; the other smells rancid, he has never smelled a similar smell...what will it leave behind?

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

  Two "silk ribbons" rose up along the blood stains on the ground, floating lightly in mid-air, spreading out of the hanged ghost alley...one light red, the other black...this belongs to the senses of the demon hunter.

  Why does the blood stain split into two directions?

  The boy was lost in thought.

The dwarf who had been observing him nearby noticed the changes in his pupils, and was so scared that his beard trembled. Out of defensive instinct, he grasped the sword on his waist tightly-at that moment he seemed to be given by a predator at the top of the food chain. Staring at it, he thought of dragons, the legendary dragon-like creatures have dark golden vertical pupils.

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

Roy watched standing up, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes searched in the air for a while, and he hesitated for a moment...Selected the light red "silk ribbon" in mid-air and sprinted along the direction of the ribbon's extension. , The traces are thick and light, the places where there are blood stains on the ground are thick, and the other places are faint...

  His goal is clear, and he strides straight ahead.

  However, the dwarf can't see any clues at all. His rich experience tells him that it is best not to disturb when the Demon Hunter is investigating.

  He kept quiet and followed closely,

  Five minutes later, the teenager stopped by a sparsely populated old street, his face was gloomy, turned around, and explored in another direction.

   Changed to the "black" silk ribbon, tracking along the way, Roy even jumped onto the low roof and ran on the roof ignoring the terrain... But soon after, he slumped again and dropped his face.

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

"Sorry, my level is much worse than that of the teacher... I didn't find anything." The two "braids" in the juvenile's senses suddenly stopped and disappeared. Human senses are still very elementary and have limited abilities.

   "The clues are all disconnected."

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

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

   "Yes, the six bodies are all over there."

   "Take me to see it."

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

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

   Just stepping into the door, a strong rancid smell instantly rushed into the nasal cavity of the two of them, Roy frowned and covered his nose.

   "Are there any guards?"

  The dwarf said disapprovingly, “The belongings of the dead people sent have been stripped long ago, and it is impossible for even the poorest pickpockets to steal here. There is nothing to steal, could it be the body?”

   "Maybe, have you ever heard of a corpse eater? 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 turned around and passed through several corpses that were stacked like dense coffins.

  There are also deformed corpses placed on dark iron tables and forcibly stitched together by needles and threads.

  The dwarf saw that the boy’s face was shocked, and he explained, “Do you think there are many dead bodies here? Basically, Elland finds a fresh body every few days.”

   "Accidents, diseases, gang fights, assassinations by killers... The causes of death are various and strange. Among them, 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 homicide so far, if the location is not near the palace but in other areas, if it doesn't happen to anger Prince Sheward, I don't think the Knights can be so inspiring. ."

  "Whether in Airland or other cities, human and financial resources will always be limited, and it is impossible to solve all cases. Only some sheriffs ‘deem important’."

  Roy silently, in the eyes of rulers of this backward era, the life value of civilians and nobles is 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 corpse with his back facing them.

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

  The coroner did not seem to hear the question, and continued the work at hand. The slender right arm under the white coat was suddenly lifted back, and a turbid needle between the **** reflected a dazzling light under the dim light.

  He tightened the suture thread heavily, then lowered his head and fingers to transport the needle like an enclave.

   "Puff puff..." the sharp object entered the sound of the flesh, his movements were not slow and fast, and his strength was not light nor heavy, which was inexplicable.

  As if the body was dancing with an unknown rhythm, it was as if before him was not a dirty and smelly corpse, but a great work of art.

  Wait for a few minutes. After finishing the last stitch, he lifted the open cover with his flesh and blood left hand, and cleanly bit the stitching thread with his teeth.

Then he took a long breath, slumped on the chair, waved his hand backwards and said in a huff, "Dennis Kramer, I have repeatedly asked not to make a noise during my working hours. In case my hand shakes and hurts. The integrity of the corpse, the deceased cannot rest in peace, be careful that they get up to find you to settle the account!"

  His tone is hoarse, and with an unspeakable charm, people can't help but 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 the words, "You superstitious guy, if there are real ghosts, I welcome them to visit, and I will treat them with spirits and let him be a drunk!"

  "Don’t talk nonsense, talk to you about business, about the serial killer..."

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

  This is a man about 30 years old. His first impression is handsome, handsome to feminine. He has a tall nose, deep eyes with insomnia and dark eye circles, and his lips are slightly scarlet. I don't know if he has been in the basement for too long without seeing the sun for a long time, and his skin is white without a trace of blood.

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

  He yawned lazily on his knees on the chair, and turned to Roy in a humble manner.

"This new kid," he bared his white teeth and smiled, "Don't look at a man with that kind of 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 have tried it myself. The girls are hot enough!"

  Roy did not move at all, "Your Excellency, can we talk about the matter of looking for a wife later. Now, please take me to see the six corpses left before."

  The dwarf followed his words and introduced, "This is Roy, Master Resso..."

"I guess it's the bald apprentice!" The coroner criticized him, making no secret of his disgust, "Look at this dress, black and yellow leather armor, gray cloak, and a rose tattoo on his chest. , And with an ugly hood, the aesthetics of your demon hunters are really amazingly consistent, which is hundreds of years behind the current era..."

   "Well, I'll shut up!"

  Francis suddenly stretched and got up from the chair.

  "Come with me, kid, but I have something to say first," he said impatiently, "young man, be prepared to be scared of peeing later!" Abandoning these words, he swaggered around and led the way.

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

   "Understand." Roy looked at Francis's back. He had never seen an ordinary person with such a careless attitude towards the Demon Hunter.

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