The Divine Hunter

"Do you feel better now?"

Colin Tilly smoked a small and delicate pipe, and blew a cigarette ring at Todd beside him.

The latter's huge body sat blankly on the head of the bed, holding his head hunched over, as if he had aged ten years after a dream.

The last image of the dream kept lingering in his mind, and his heart felt like it was about to burst.

A coroner and a room full of corpses, what does it mean? The relatives who have been searching for a long time are no longer alive in the end.

The bleak life finally gave out a ray of hope, but it was ruthlessly extinguished.

Compared with the physical pain of being seriously injured and dying, this inner torment made him suffer even more.

However, the will honed in his long mercenary career allowed him to force himself and quickly get rid of the bad mood.

"Sorry, I made you see a joke." Todd's eyes were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse as if he was seriously ill, and he suddenly stood up.

"I can understand," the dream-seeker exhaled, his eyes blank, as if recalling the unbearable past. "There is nothing more painful than the loss of a loved one, and the pain will never be healed."

The two were silent for a moment.

"Master Roy is still downstairs, don't make him wait too long."

"Um."

Todd turned his back, feeling a little dizzy in a trance, and the blurred man seemed to flash in front of him again, his fingertips firmly pinched into the flesh of his palm.

"Wait until I find Aisha. Whoever he is, I want blood for blood... blood for blood!"

...

Nuocheng was covered with a layer of orange gauze, and the sky was getting closer to the evening.

Witchers and mercenaries rushed to the morgue without stopping.

However, he found two soldiers with long swords on their waists guarding the door.

This is quite abnormal, and under normal circumstances, Novigrad will not be assigned to the morgue on duty.

After all, the deceased who are transported to the morgue will first be picked up by the corpse collectors, and the rest will be unprofitable.

As for those who are psychopaths who have evil intentions with corpses,

Naturally, the coroner and his assistants drove away.

No need to mobilize soldiers.

The witcher and Todd exchanged glances.

"You two, what are you doing?!" The young soldier with his left hand glanced at the two of them at random, reached out his hand to stop them, and snarled, "Hide away from me, don't come here to cause trouble, now the morgue is strictly prohibited from entering and leaving."

"Good afternoon, guardian of the eternal fire, I'm Roy the Snake Sect witcher." The witcher stepped forward, Anjin's pupils swept over a few people, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly,

"This friend's relative has suffered an accident, and the body is lying inside. Can you two make it convenient for us to go in and see her?"

The soldier glanced at the snake pendant between his neck, his face suddenly became ugly, but he still stubbornly stopped in front of the door, stretching his neck.

"Snake Demon Hunter, we have never offended you. Please don't make it difficult for us... Not long ago, there was a murder in the morgue, and the stakes are very important, I hope you understand."

He emphasized "whatever".

"I understand, it can't be casual, right? The two brothers are tired after a day in the sun... You should know that witchers are the best at searching for clues, maybe I can help the 'Great Eternal Fire' a little busy?"

"Would you like to talk about what happened inside? I'll help you investigate later and waive the commission. If you can find any clues for the two of you, you will be rewarded by Chief Chapelle."

The two soldiers exchanged glances, quite heartbroken.

But there was still a hint of hesitation.

Seeing this, Roy blinked at the big man beside him. The latter immediately understood and threw out a more powerful and more secure money cannonball than the seal of Aksi. The two soldiers completely disarmed and surrendered, revealing martial law. reason--

In the early morning two days ago, the coroner and his assistant were found dead in the morgue. They died very strangely, or inexplicably. The soldiers of Eternal Fire have not yet found the whereabouts of the murderer.

Roy had an ominous premonition in his heart. In Todd's dream, Elsa appeared in the morgue, and the coroner died on the spot.

"A coincidence? Or is there some connection between the two events?"

After a while, the two continued to use money to clear the way and successfully infiltrated the morgue.

The soldier also accepted it as soon as he saw it. After explaining some precautions and the situation in the room, he took the money and went to the spear cave to have a good time.

As a commercial capital, the free city of Novigrad, every resident pursues interests, life, interpersonal communication, everything is inseparable from money.

...

The location of the mortuary is lower than the level ground, almost the ground floor, which is more conducive to the preservation of the corpse, and its walls are thicker to isolate the heat from the outside world.

Different from the bright sunshine and warm climate outside, the interior of the morgue was cold and damp, with torches and braziers hanging from the gray-black walls on both sides, flickering with dim firelight.

As soon as people pass by, the shadow casts on the wall, elongated by the firelight, and it is gloomy.

The morgue was divided into six small rooms with an intricate structure, somewhat like a cave where Sharma lived in the deep mountains. The surrounding area was filled with a pungent smell of medical preservatives, as well as the rotten and stench of flesh and blood.

Roy and Todd walked straight forward for about half a minute, passing empty wooden beds along the way, most of them slumped, missing a corner, and obviously suffered a huge impact not long ago.

Footprints on the nearby ground were messy, and blood splattered on the walls and columns.

Turning on the witcher's senses can clearly see several intertwined flesh ribbons.

Very fresh, just these two days.

"Obviously, the coroner struggled and resisted before he died, but unfortunately the perpetrator was too powerful to resist."

"More than a dozen wooden beds weighing more than 50 pounds have been touched in a mess. Normal people who dare to play like this will damage their body joints."

On the edge of the wooden bed, the witcher found some broken dander, which belonged to a human.

The murderer's, or the coroner's?

After checking and analyzing all the way, the witcher came to the innermost room, paused, and then pressed the pendant that was trembling slightly between his neck.

Well, there is a situation.

"You are the corpse collector here, Quasimodo?"

In Roy's sight, a hunched, haggard middle-aged man appeared. He was wearing a dirty and smelly apron and a mask, fiddling with a basin of transparent liquid.

The witcher's nose moved, it was a medical antiseptic.

According to the explanation of the guard at the gate, after the coroner and his assistant died suddenly two days ago, Quasimodo, the corpse collector of Novigrad, temporarily assumed the business of the mortuary until the next coroner was transferred from Ossenfurt Medical College. official.

The middle-aged man seemed startled, turned around and glanced at the two of them strangely, and pulled down his mask, "Yes, I'm Quasimodo, who are you two?"

"This is the family of the deceased, and I, a witcher, help the Eternal Fire find clues."

The witcher explained according to the negotiated rhetoric, while looking at the person in front of him - he should be born deformed, not a hunchback caused by long-term fatigue. He was very ugly, with a few sparse black hair on the top of his head, rice-grain-sized eyes, a garlic nose, and yellow and rotten teeth, which could stop a child from crying at night.

Moreover, when he heard the witcher's self-introduction, his eyes flickered a little, and he was captured by Roy.

Quasimodo?

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Identity: Corpse Collector

…

This honor is too shocking, according to Roy's idea, it is a little better than Kaiyan.

And there are many dark diseases on the body, probably caused by living in a cold and humid environment for a long time.

Physical fitness is normal.

Roy said, "We need to check the body again..."

Obvious suspicion flashed across the hunchback's face, but for some reason, he wisely chose to obey, pointing out the location of the coroner and assistant, placed on the two outermost beds of the room, covered with a white cloth.

Under the white cloth were two bloody corpses, vaguely distinguishable as two human males, one was thirty-four or five years old, and the other was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Todd whispered to the witcher and went to the other room, looking for Elsa.

Roy stayed in place to examine the body, and the first thing he noticed was the dark, hollow eye sockets of the dead - their eyeballs had been taken.

Next are the suture marks all over the body, and it is clear that Quasimodo has performed a meticulous autopsy on the two.

"I've rarely seen such a strange way of dying..." The hunchback was behind the witcher, and two yellow eyes, one big and one small, turned with strange light, "The whole body is covered with wounds, and the wounds are very complicated, including fractures and cuts with sharp weapons. And... the wound from the bite of the teeth."

"Bite your teeth?"

Roy happened to find bite wounds on the face and head of the deceased - a piece of meat was missing from the side face and half of the scalp was missing from the forehead. But judging from the shape of the remaining tooth marks, he concluded that the attackers were not beasts such as wolves, bears, or monsters such as ghouls, but humans.

Who would be so maddened?

It's not like simply killing the coroner - the attackers are torturing them.

"How is the internal condition of the body?" Roy asked again after reading the body surface.

Quasimodo paused and swallowed, "Part of the internal organs are missing, do you want to see for yourself?"

The witcher nodded, took the scalpel, and opened it again to confirm.

Five minutes later he sutured the wound like a zipper and took off his bloody gloves.

The coroner and assistant did not find the chaotic energy that caused the badge to vibrate, but the guts did show creepy missing and gnawing marks.

The perpetrators are not very human.

"By the way, what's the use of this bell?"

Between the two bruised ankles of the corpse, a silver bell was tied with hemp rope, and he shook it curiously, making a crisp lingling sound.

"In order to prevent someone from secretly moving the dead, some guys in Novigrad are psychologically distorted, you can understand."

"Well, I'll look elsewhere..."

across the room.

"Be careful, don't break the body."

Quasimodo, hanging slightly nervously behind the witcher.

The second room inside is quite abnormal, there are no traces of fighting in the outside room.

And Roy felt the slight vibration of the pendant, and followed the feeling to examine the dead on the wooden bed from the inside to the outside, looking for the whereabouts of Aisha.

Then it was an eye-opener.

Novigrad is a mixed race, where humans, elves, and dwarves live. The dead include all these races, and their causes of death are very strange.

But most of them had wounds from fighting to death.

With more than ten gangs of all sizes rampant in Novigrad, gang fighting is the biggest cause of death, followed by disease and starvation, and finally accidental death.

But in any case, after being concocted by medical preservatives and then dissected and stitched by the coroner, their sales are very miserable.

"Hey, poor guy..." Roy glanced at the record by the bed, covered a white cloth for a dwarf who drowned in a cesspool while drunk, and turned to a man who was castrated by his family for stealing and lost too much blood. The half-elf of life.

"Tsk tsk... After staying in this kind of place for a long time, there will definitely be psychological problems. But why is this guy opening his mouth?"

Roy opened the half-elf's mouth to a wider angle, and after a while he took out a thin black hair.

"What? A beard, nose hair, or hair?"

He dropped it at will.

Keep checking.

When checking to the thirteenth.

Roy's expression suddenly changed from casual to solemn, and the most violent vibration came from the pendant between his neck. He relaxed silently for a moment, and lifted the white cloth in front of him.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, very young, in line with the impression in his heart, with delicate facial features and smooth skin, but at this moment it was pale and bloodless.

The witcher's palm trembled slightly.

Her face was very peaceful, as if in a dark and sweet sleep.

There were no obvious wounds on her body.

Like a sleeping beauty.

But who could wake her up with a kiss?

A strange color flashed in the eyes of the witcher Anjin, and an unfamiliar message unfolded in front of him.

corpse emitting chaotic energy

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Status: civilian

? ? ?

Not far away, Todd glanced here, and in an instant, the whole person was struck by lightning!

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