A bright morgue, six corpses lined up.
The corpses exuded a faint rancid odor and a pungent smell of medicinal liquid. Four of them had been soaked in the antiseptic medicinal liquid for too long, showing a brown color, and two of the relatively fresh corpses had not changed much.
The bright light illuminated their slightly corrupted skin, and without exception, there were traces of dissection from top to bottom, and long slits like a centipede spread along their chests to the top of their chests. abdomen.
Some corpses can also see a few suture marks on the side waist, those should be lethal wounds. The most terrifying thing was a man's pale and swollen face, which was covered with threads like a broken doll, and was clearly divided into four parts: upper, lower, left and right.
The seams were extremely conspicuous, and surprisingly neat, like a row of zippers on a jacket, showing the coroner's superb stitching.
Francis folded his arms around his chest and looked left and right with satisfaction.
"Dude, you didn't see their previous state of death... I promise... In the whole of Elland, only Francis has such exquisite craftsmanship that they can basically maintain the appearance of their lives."
"Your mental quality is also good, not as bad as I thought..."
Roy didn't say a word, his eyes locked tightly on the freshest corpse, his pupils shrank, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.
"How... you know the dead man?"
Roy nodded at the curious coroner, and at the same time, Kramer sighed, "Although Thales Knight has always been arrogant and annoying, it is beyond my expectations to end up like this."
The latest deceased is Arthur Telles, a serious white rose knight who once stopped Roy and the witcher at the gate of Elland City and wanted to fight.
"The murderer is provoking the Knights!" This thought flashed through Roy's mind.
"Speaking of which..." Francis' mouth curved into a sarcastic arc, "This knight's Lord's death is relatively easy and decent..."
"Let me introduce it to you." He stroked his chest gracefully and made a half-curtsey, then pointed his knuckled index finger to the corpse's chest, where there was a slender suture on the left chest.
"Your 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, humbly and reverently holding his heart in the direction of the palace!"
"Hi..." Roy imagined the picture and shook his head, "The cause of death?"
"There are some undigested white flowers left in his body. It should be that after drinking a shoddy folk anesthetic, his heart was cut open and he died." Francis raised his face slightly disdainfully. " The murderer's technique is horribly bad, and there is no basis for any surgical operation.
As he said that, a small scalpel moved around his fingers flexibly like a silver barracuda, bringing up an afterimage.
"Are you sure it's a sharp weapon, not a monster's claws and teeth?"
"You're questioning my authority!? But you can't doubt your teacher's judgment—that witcher named Leto saw 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 pot belly and an ugly face. He noticed that the man's mouth was oddly wide open, his thighs were swollen, his calf below the knee was skinny, and his body was limp and covered with bruises, giving him the feeling of a smashed water bag.
"This person's identity is far less than that of a noble knight... One in the sky, one in the ground, he is the ant and the beggar in the ground!"
"beggar?"
"Are you surprised? The old beggar Baal is still a poor old man who can only lie on the cold, dirty ground all day begging with his hands begging. Why did the murderer brutally and inhumanely kill such a poor man?"
Francis said in a hurried, almost dancing voice, "The poor bastard can't enjoy any mercy until he dies, and his death was the most painful of the six."
"Oh?"
"From bottom to top, he was penetrated alive by a young sapling, penetrated through the "excretory opening" below him, and emerged from his mouth.
Therefore, he and the tree grow straight in the cultivation soil. ' Francis sang suddenly like a lame minstrel, 'Ah, old Barr, death at last straightens the spine!' "
Roy's eyelids jumped. There were still some pitted holes on the side of the corpse. Could it be a branch coming out of the body? Furthermore, the knight and the beggar, what connection can there be between the two, the murderer chooses the target randomly? He rubbed his brows in confusion.
The coroner didn't seem to see his face, and continued to introduce himself.
"Next, allow me to solemnly introduce to you the third-to-last dead man, Mr. Bruce the Butcher, the Powder Keg, who was fortunate enough to be elected the easiest way to die."
This is a fat man with a big shoulder and a round waist. Except for the anatomical wound, there are no other scars on his body. He can be regarded as the most complete corpse.
"Look, how peaceful and peaceful, he just fell asleep under the influence of an overdose without even snoring. His mother-in-law never had to complain about his thunderous snoring, and his neighbors never had to worry about this one word. With a violent temper that is not in line with the threat of raising a knife, the murderer can also be regarded as killing the people... um... no problem. But carrying such a big man near the palace is not something ordinary people can do."
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 Scud Boris, who has been a three-time winner of the Irish Horse Racing Conference, but unfortunately his performance has become worse in recent years. Qualifiers."
"What did he say about the way he died... Quite creative! The murderer is such a genius that he could actually want to exchange his internal organs with Aiju!"
"Sure enough, monsters are even cuter than perverted humans!" Roy sighed in his heart. Sometimes, the same kind is more cruel than the different.
"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, his internal organs went into the stomach of the old man who had been with him for ten years, and the internal organs of the old horse were stuffed into his stomach. He and his racehorse 'die together' in another way. But in his worn-out In the stables, I found the old dead horse with old, mistreated wounds, at least a year or two."
"I guess this poor knight likes to take out his anguish on the old man."
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"The last two..." Francis shrugged indifferently, "the teller of Vivaldi Bank had ten fingers chopped off, and his eyes bled to death... The palace valet had his mouth and nose rudely sewn up, suffocated to death."
"The two of them are quite good-natured."
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 does it have some ulterior motive?"
"Purpose?" Francis slapped his mouth noncommittally, "What purpose? Retaliate against the Knights, create a murder case to make them scrambling, and then be driven back by the prince in despair?!"
"Has Leto tell you about his discovery?"
"You should know that guy. He seems to have persecution paranoia and won't trust anyone. I've finished all the information I can provide, and I can't help the rest!" He impatiently raised it towards the two of them. Lifting his chin, "Should you two hurry up to arrest the murderer? Today, I still have a few corpses that haven't been disposed of..."
"But... if you want to invite me to Peacock Flower, that's fine, you can stay as long as you want!"
Roy exchanged glances with the helpless dwarf,
"Okay, don't disturb your Excellency."
Just a few steps after turning around, Roy suddenly stopped, "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 did not know that a new piece of information emerged from him and reflected in the eyes of the person opposite.
praise the sun