Two figures, one tall and one short, were walking side by side in the deserted long street. Suddenly, a storm of wind blew the tall gray cloak backwards. He lowered his head slightly and pressed the sword belt in front of his chest with one hand, and pressed the sheathed sword on his back with the other hand.

The cold and hard touch was like a heart-warming agent, which instantly calmed him down.

"Roy..." The short man beside him stroked his beard that had hung to his chest, "Why don't you forget it? Even Master Reso failed! I can't drag you into the water anymore. You can go to a hotel in the city to wait for my good news."

The boy shook his head and refused flatly, "My teacher is still missing, so he fled without fighting? The witch hunter can't do it, and I believe the dwarfs don't bother to make such friends."

"Oh, you're right. If you really think of a coward, I'll look down on you."

"Another thing to ask you, what clues did Resso find during his time with you?"

Cramer pulled his beard in distress, "I'm telling the truth, I'm very puzzled. The master is used to being alone, or is afraid that ordinary people like us will hold their backs? He is elusive every day and disappears. He investigates clues and other things and keeps talking about us. It's not until the end of ambushing the serial killer that we can follow us!"

"Hu..." Roy looked up and took a deep breath, and was also a little surprised. It was true that Resso was a lone man. After all, he had several times left his previous record of acting alone, but he did not need to hide all the cases from these real masters who were rushing for the murder.

"Is the murderer too strong, Resor wants to protect them? Or is there something hidden behind this series of murders that cannot be known to outsiders?"

The two walked through the sparse pedestrians on the street and came to the hanged ghost alley on the west side of the palace.

The alley has a perfect appearance and name. It is dim and narrow between a gray building and a high wall full of stains and moss, and the end of a hundred hours is a dead end.

Roy smelled a unique smell just a few steps into the alley, and followed the smell and found several beaches of dried brown blood on the ground. Apart from this, there were no other suspicious traces in the entire alley.

He squatted down, and a little blood mixed with dust on his index fingertips came to his nose, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment...

Fishy...a faint smelly...

One smell is similar to human blood, which should come from the witcher Reso; the other smell is rotten, which he has never smelled like...what would have left it?

He opened his eyes again, and his dark golden pupils suddenly contracted into a vertical prism.

Two "ribbons" rose up along the blood on the ground, floating lightly in the air, spreading out of the alley of Hanging Ghost... one is light red, the other is black... This is the sense of the witch hunter.

Why do blood stains divide into two directions?

The boy fell into deep thought.

The dwarf who had been observing him was noticed by his pupils, and his beard trembled with fright. Out of defense instinct, he grabbed the sword around his waist tightly. At that moment, he seemed to be targeted by the predator at the top of the food chain. He thought of the dragon, and the legendary dragon creatures had dark golden vertical pupils.

But isn't he amber pupils? His teacher has amber pupils.

Roy looked at her standing up, frowned, and searched the air for a while, and hesitated for a moment... He selected the light red "ribbon" in the air, and walked rapidly in the direction of the extension of the ribbon. The traces were sometimes thick and sometimes light, and there were blood on the ground, but other places were light...

His goal is clear and he is strode straight.

However, the dwarf could not see any clues at all. His rich experience told him that it was best not to disturb him when the witch hunter was investigating.

He kept quiet and followed closely.

Five minutes later, the boy stopped by a sparsely populated old street, his face turned gloomy as water, and turned around and explored in the other direction.

Replaced with the "black" ribbon and followed it all the way, Roy even jumped onto the low roof and ran on the roof ignoring the terrain... But soon after, he stopped again and lowered his face.

"Roy, what clues have you found?" Dennis Kramer interrupted and asked anxiously.

"Sorry, my level is much worse than the teacher... I didn't find anything." The two "ribbons" in the boy's senses suddenly broke and lost traces. One was a few days later, and the other was his witch hunter senses were still very basic and had limited abilities.

"The clues are broken."

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

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

"Yes, all six corpses are there."

"Take me to see."

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

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

As soon as he stepped into the door, a strong stinking stinking instantly rushed into the two of them. Roy frowned and covered his nose.

"Not a guard?"

The dwarf said disapprovingly, "The property of the dead who sent him has long been stripped of barely any of them. Even the poorest pickpockets cannot steal here. There is nothing to steal, can they steal the body?"

"You can't say, have you ever heard of corpse eaters? The murderer may also come here to destroy clues on the corpse."

...

The dark corridor located underground was illuminated by light fire, and the two of them walked through several corpse cabinets that were piled up like dense coffins.

There are also deformed corpses placed on the dark iron table and forced by needles and threads.

The dwarf saw the boy's face showing a look of surprise and explained, "Do you think there are many corpses here? Basically, Alland will find a fresh corpse every few days."

"Accidents, diseases, gang fights, assassinations of killers... There are all kinds of causes of death, with more than one-third of the bodies unclaimed, and more than half of the bodies could not be found."

The dwarf sighed, "Although six people have died in this serial murder so far, if the site of the incident was not near the palace but other areas, if it hadn't happened to anger Prince Shiward, I think the Knights would not have mobilized such a group of troops."

“Whether Alland or other cities, manpower and financial resources are always limited, and it is impossible to resolve all cases. Only some sheriffs can choose what they ‘deem important’.”

Roy was silent. In the eyes of this backward ruler of the era, the lives of civilians and nobles were completely incomparable.

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

"How was the checking, are there any new clues? Francis."

The coroner seemed to have not heard the question and continued his work. The slender right arm under the white coat suddenly lifted it high backwards, and a turbid needle between his fingers reflected a dazzling light under the dim light.

He tightened the corpse thread heavily, lowered his head and fingers like an enclave to move needles.

The sharp object of "Puff..." entered the sound of flesh. His movements were neither slow nor fast, his strength was just right, and his inexplicable feeling.

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

After waiting for a few minutes, he finished his last stitch, lifted his mask with his fleshy left hand and bit off the sewing thread with his teeth neatly.

Then he let out a long sigh, sat on the chair, waved his hands back and said in a muffled voice, "Dennis Kramer, I have proposed many times that I don't want to make a sound when I work. If my hand shaking damages the integrity and the deceased cannot rest in peace, be careful that they will get up and settle the score with you!"

His tone was hoarse and had an unspeakable charm, which made people want to hear more.

Roy's dark golden pupils condensed, and he noticed that the 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 is really a ghost, I welcome them to visit. I will treat them with strong wine and make him a drunkard!"

"I won't say much nonsense, I'll talk to you about the serial killer..."

At the urging of the dwarf, the coroner had no choice but to turn around and take off his mask, slowly took off his surgical gown.

This is a man in his thirties. His first impression is that he is handsome and feminine. He has a high nose bridge, deep eyes with dark circles of insomnia, and a slight scarlet lips. I wonder if he has been in the basement for too long, and his skin is white without a trace of blood.

His clothes were clean and neat, and he exuded a gloomy aristocratic temperament all over his body.

He lay on the chair and yawned lazily, turning to Roy,

"This new boy," he smiled with white teeth, "Don't look at a man with that look. If you want to have fun... I recommend you to go to the Peacock Flower in the north of the city. I have personally tried the girls who are hot enough!"

Roy was unmoved at all, "Your Excellency, can you please tell me about the matter of finding the mother? Now please take me to see the six corpses left before."

The dwarf followed his words and said, "This is from Roy, Master Resor..."

"I guess it's that bald apprentice!" The coroner commented at him without hiding the disgust in his tone. "Look at this outfit, black and yellow leather armor, gray cloak, a rose tattooed on his chest, and an ugly hood. The aesthetics of your witch hunters are amazingly consistent, and they are simply hundreds of years behind the current era..."

"Okay, I'll stop!"

Francis suddenly stretched and stood up from the chair.

"Come with me, but there is a word first," he said impatiently, "Young man, be mentally prepared, be careful to be scared to the point of being psychologically shady later!" Leaving this sentence, he turned around and led the way.

"Uh, although this guy has a weird personality, he is still a good person." The dwarf handed over an apology look.

"Understand." Roy looked at Francis's back. He had never seen any ordinary person with such a careless attitude towards the witch hunter.
Chapter completed!