The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"A dead puppet?"

Everyone looked at Sigmon with strange eyes.

"That Robert, he was blasted with a hole here." Sigmund drew a random picture, and the picture made people feel miserable just by imagining it.

"But in fact, he died before that, for almost seven days. A person who can still move after death is not a puppet?"

he asked back.

"Ha ha!"

Bennett laughed suddenly, then looked at Malek with strange eyes, "This is the young man you're optimistic about?"

But at this moment, a sudden voice interrupted Bennett's laughter.

"I think that gentleman is right."

A young man wearing Sven glasses got out of the car.

"His body is very fresh, but it's been a while since he died. It should have been five or six days. This is really strange."

"It's impossible!" Bennett took a few quick steps and came to the young doctor's side. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"gentlemen."

When asked, the young doctor had a calm expression, "I'm from the Royal Academy of Medicine, and I'm a general practitioner."

His respectful attitude contained his own pride. Then he looked at Bennett and added, "Although he is one step lower than you, in the professional field of doctors, I think my opinions are more valuable than your rants."

"I need time and a professional venue to study these two corpses in detail. There are some other forces in there that are interfering with my judgment."

As he spoke, he looked at Sigmon with a curious look.

"Are you also a general practitioner?"

"Are you a member of the Liam Medical Research Institute? I just came to this city and I don't know much about the doctors here."

"I'm a hunter." Sigmund shook his head.

"Uh...prepared."

"Weird guy."

The doctor smiled, but did not ask Sigmon the basis for his judgment. Every superhuman has his own secret.

"On those two corpses, there are the same things as those in the apartment and White Seagull Manor, so these three incidents are deeply related, and there may be more terrifying motives behind them."

Sigmon said, he hopes this matter can be paid enough attention.

At this time, the entire manor was under control, the onlookers were brought back, and many police officers in uniform appeared nearby, among them Sigmon also saw the familiar police officer Lenny.

"Sir, you are a general practitioner, right?"

Mrs. Gallard came to the young doctor.

"Ryan O'Reilly, dear lady, you can call me Ryan."

"Then I think you should be able to help me judge whether this bottle of perfume is mixed with some kind of hallucinogen?"

Mrs. Gallard emphasized the word GP, and the young doctor Ryan obviously understood the subtext in her words.

"Although I'm not yet a child of nature, this is also a simple thing for me."

Ryan nodded, unscrewed the cork gently, and inhaled a faint breath into his nose. At the same time, Sigmon felt obvious fluctuations in spiritual power.

"This is a bottle of pure perfume." Ryan replied with a smile, but soon his face changed slightly, "It's strange, it..."

Ryan frowned, but he couldn't seem to think of a suitable adjective. At this time, Mrs. Gallard had retracted the perfume bottle and looked at Bennett, who was standing not far away, with a strange look.

She didn't say anything, just smiled and observed silently.

The conversation here naturally fell into Bennett's ears without a word, feeling the gaze behind him, he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Mr. Miller, the reputations of these two gentlemen have been damaged by your speculation. I think you should give them a formal apology!"

"Sigmund Skind, and the perfumer standing behind him."

Many people gathered near the carriage, making a relatively closed circle around the mayor and Mrs. Gallard.

And the strange thing is that the people around seem to know nothing about the conversation here.

"Ma'am, please forgive Bennett." Mayor Wallace said. He understood what happened and couldn't understand why Bennett suddenly got involved in this kind of thing.

"A righteous gentleman and a devout believer, only by facing his own mistakes and getting the forgiveness of others can he continue on the right path." Madame Gallard looked unmoved and gave the reason. It also makes people speechless.

"Apologize to me, and the perfumer behind me?" Sigmund blinked, confused.

Who can tell me what happened?

Why is Bennett going to apologize to me all of a sudden?

"It's like this..."

Gildo approached and quickly recounted what happened at the banquet.

Ah... this...

People sit at home and come from the sky.

The posture is so suitable, it seems that I am sorry for Bennett's performance all night if I don't pull it back.

Thinking of this, Sigmon walked slowly to Bennett's side. To be honest, he had a little guess about the cause of the conflict between the two, but he didn't expect things to reach the point where they are today.

In the final analysis, in the eyes of this powerful third-order superhuman, he is just a small ant that can be stepped on at will.

He wasn't even in the mood to pretend a little.

With a rude crushing gesture, he wants to control everything about himself.

But accidentally kicked an iron plate.

Luda is dead.

But Sigmund doesn't believe it's going to end like this, and for whatever reason, after this extraordinary case is resolved, Bennett will surely have even crazier revenge.

Overtly and secretly, in short, endlessly~www.novelmt.com~An apology?

No, no, no, Sigmund believes that no matter what kind of oppression they face, it is impossible for a guy like Bennett to say a word of apology to a small person like him.

He would resist with a tough stance, disapproving of Ryan's examination results, but Sigmund was not going to give him a chance to speak.

"Sir, Mr. Miller!"

Sigmon had a fake smile on his face.

"I heard about what happened at the banquet just now, please don't worry, that master is a real artist and won't care about this kind of thing."

"As for me."

Sigmund smiled and patted his chest.

"I forgive you, please don't take it to heart, who doesn't make mistakes?"

"This time it was wrong, just change it next time."

Sigmund looked respectful, but his so-called forgiveness was closer to a humiliation in Bennett's eyes.

At that moment, Bennett felt a humiliation stronger than an apology.

He felt that he was being played by the young man in front of him.

On a spiritual level.

"Captain..." Gildo clenched his fists, everyone understood what Sigmund was doing.

"This kid is very good!"

Malek's eyes narrowed into a thin line, no one could be faster than him at this distance.

After saying what he wanted to say, Sigmon took a few steps back, greeted him with a smile, and turned to leave.

"Sigmon!"

Bennett's emotionless voice came from behind.

"A demon hunter is a very dangerous profession."

Yeah yeah.

Then come and find me.

My serpent is hungry and thirsty.

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