A bright morgue, six corpses lined up in one shape.

The corpses emitted a faint smell of rotten smell and a pungent smell of medicinal liquid. Four of them were soaked in the anticorrosion liquid for too long, and two more fresh corpses did not change much.

The bright lights shone their slightly corrupt skin in a tiny light. Without exception, there were traces of dissected from top to bottom, and long scars like centipedes spread along their chests to their abdomen.

Some corpses can also see traces of suture on the sides of the waist, which should be death wounds. The most terrifying thing is the pale and swollen face of a man, which is like a fragmented doll, and is clearly divided into four parts: up, down, left and right.

These stitches are extremely conspicuous and unexpectedly neat, as neat as a row of tightly sewn zippers on the coat, which shows the coroner's superb sewing technique.

Francis wrapped his arms around his chest and looked around with satisfaction.

"Man, you didn't see their death before...I promise... Only Francis has such exquisite craftsmanship in the whole of Elland, so that they can basically maintain their appearance in their lifetime."

"You have good psychological quality, not as bad as I thought..."

Roy didn't say a word, his eyes locked tightly on the freshest corpse, his pupils tightened, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"How...you know the dead?"

Roy nodded to the curious coroner, and Cramer, who was standing beside him sighed, "Although the Thales Knight has always been arrogant and annoying, it is beyond my expectations to end up with this."

The latest deceased is Arthur Thales, a serious White Rose Knight who once stopped Roy and the Witch Hunter at the gate of Aerland City and wanted to have a duel.

"The murderer is provoking the Knights!" This thought flashed through Roy's mind.

"Speaking of it..." Francis's mouth curled up with a sarcastic curve, "The way of death of the Lord of the Knight is relatively easy and decent..."

"Let me introduce you more," he gracefully stroked his chest and performed half a curtsy, then pointed his index finger with protruding joints to the chest of the corpse, and there was a slender stitch on the left chest.

"The body of His Excellency Taylors was found in an alley on the west side of the palace. He was kneeling on his knees, humbly and devoutly holding up his heart towards the direction of the palace!"

"Hiss..." Roy imagined the picture and shook his head, "Cause of death?"

"There are some undigested white vera in his body. He must have been cut open and taken out of his heart after drinking shoddy anesthetics from the people." Francis raised his face with a slight disdain. "The murderer's technique is so rough that it is. I think it is because he has no basis for any surgical operation. The wound is seriously damaged by sharp tools, and lacks a trace of beauty!"

As he said that, a small scalpel circled flexibly between his fingers like a silver pike, bringing out a afterimage.

"Are you sure it's a sharp weapon, not a monster's claws and teeth?"

"You are questioning my authority!? But you can't doubt your teacher's judgment - the witch hunter named Resor also looked at the wound and came to the same conclusion as me."

Roy turns to Dennis Kramer.

The latter nodded at him.

So his eyes turned to the next corpse - a middle-aged man with a big belly and an ugly face. He noticed that the man's mouth was strangely wide open, his thighs were swollen, his calves below his knees were skinny and bone-skinned, and his body was soft and covered with scars, giving him the feeling of a crushed water bag.

"This person's identity is far inferior to that of a noble knight... One in the sky, the other underground, he is the ant and that beggar under the ground!"

"beggar?"

"Are you surprised? The old beggar Bar is still a poor old-fashioned man with disabled feet and can only lie on the cold and dirty ground all day long. Why did the murderer inhumanely kill such a poor man?"

Francis spoke in a hurry, almost dancing, saying, "The poor man can't enjoy a trace of pity until he dies. His way of dying is the most painful of the six."

"oh?"

"He was penetrated from bottom to top by a young sapling, penetrated through the "exhaust opening" below him, and then came out of his mouth.

So he grew straight in the cultivation soil with the tree." Francis suddenly sang like a crappy bard, "Oh, Old Barr, death finally straightened his backbone!"

Roy's eyelids twitched. There were some bumpy holes on the side of the corpse. Could it be a branch that penetrated from the body? Besides, the knight and the beggar, what connection can there be between the two? The murderer chose the target randomly? He rubbed his eyebrows in a tangled manner.

The coroner seemed not to see his face and continued to introduce himself.

"Next, allow me to solemnly introduce you to the third last dead, Mr. Bruce Powder Barrel, who was lucky enough to be elected the easiest way to die."

This is a fat man with a big and round waist. He has no other scars except for the dissection wounds. He can be regarded as the most complete corpse.

"Look, how quiet and peaceful he fell asleep under the influence of excessive anesthetics, and didn't even snore. His wife no longer had to complain about his snoring sounds, and his neighbors no longer had to worry about this violent temper who threatened with disagreement. The murderer was considered to be a way to eliminate harm for the people... Well... nothing wrong. But carrying such a big guy to the vicinity of the palace is not something that ordinary people can do."

Roy rubbed his chin, his eyes flashed and he fell into deep thought, while the dwarf Cramer stared at him nervously, Francis's eyes turned on the two of them, paused, and then said,

"This burly and handsome young man is Scud Boris, who has won three times the Aerland Jockey Club. Unfortunately, his achievements have become increasingly unbearable in recent years. He only knows how to drown his sorrows by drinking all day long. Even if he is not dead, he probably won't pass the qualifying tournament this year."

"What do you think of his way of death... It's quite creative! The murderer is such a genius. He can actually exchange his internal organs with Ai Koon!"

"Sure enough, monsters are more cute than perverted humans!" Roy sighed in his heart. Sometimes, similar species are more cruel than aliens.

"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, his internal organs entered the stomach of the old man who had been with him for ten years, and his internal organs were stuffed into the internal organs of the old horse. He and his horse were 'dead' in another way. However, in his dilapidated stable, I found that the dead old horse had been abused for at least a year or two."

"I guess this down-and-out knight likes to vent his depression on the old guy on the day of the day."

...

"The last two..." Francis shrugged with interest, "The teller of Vivaldi Bank was cut off his fingers, and he died of bleeding from his eyes... The male servant of the palace was rudely sewn on his mouth and nose, and suffocated to death."

"They are more genius."

After pondering for a moment, Roy's dark golden pupils turned to the coroner, "I want to hear what you think, Francis, do you think the serial killer is a psychopath to satisfy a special hobby, or is it with some ulterior motive?"

"Purpose?" Francis smashed his mouth without comment. "What purpose? Revenge on the Knights and create a murder to make them fuss, and then was driven back in shame by the prince?!"

"Have Resor mentioned his discovery to you?"

"You should know that guy. He is like he has paranoia caused by persecution and will not trust anyone. I have finished all the information I can provide. I can't help the rest!" He raised his chin impatiently again, "Should you hurry up and arrest the murderer? Today, I still have a few bodies that have not been dealt with..."

"But...if you want to invite me to peacock flowers, then there is no problem. How long do you want to stay!"

Roy exchanged a look with the helpless dwarf.

"Okay, I won't bother you."

Turning around and walking a few steps, Roy suddenly stopped, "Francis, have you been a coroner for several years?"

"Ten years are still longer, I can't remember it!"

The coroner who was playing with the scalpel looked indifferent, but he didn't know that a new piece of information emerged from him and reflected into the eyes of the person opposite him.
Chapter completed!