Chapter 1036 267. It seems to be just an interlude
The corpse is that of an adult male, with an ashen complexion, broken and opened fingernails filled with dirt, and a ferocious expression that is not as peaceful as the deceased.
It can be seen that he was tortured by pain and despair before his death.
“Can you tell the time of death?” Annan asked Maria.
“It won’t be more than a month.”
It was too early and it would rot before freezing. The man could only have been buried in the cemetery recently.
“Ask the city guards in charge of the local area, has anyone disappeared recently?”
This is the job of the city guards, but Renaldo is the military minister, and his city guards It is the city guard of Annan.
“You want to take care of it?”
“I don’t have time, you ask my subordinates who is willing to investigate.”
Maria asked around, and a ranger named Terry volunteered.
"Leave it to you, don't be afraid of causing trouble, the entire Purification Court and the City Guards are behind you. By the way, take Martin with you."
"Uh..."< br>
Who in Liberty City has not heard Martin’s story?
“The corpse he found may be able to provide some help.”
"Oh..."
Terry, who has had a dream of solving crimes since he was a child, excitedly left with the frozen corpse. Annan thought for a while: "How about I give Iron Maiden a popsicle?"
< br>“What is a popsicle?”
“It’s just freezing point.”
Northerners will mix cream, honey and water until it becomes sticky and put it on an outdoor ice cream to eat, but it’s not the person who invented freezing point. People from the North, but Wilhelm's gang of mages who can invent anything for pleasure.
"If she knew that you saw the corpse and thought of the freezing point, you would have to fall again."
Annan shrugged: "Just don't let her know."
......
Terry arrives at the cemetery where Martin exhumed the body.
It is surrounded by a civilian area, so the cemetery has not been taken care of much. There is only one old tombkeeper, and there is a low and crooked fence around it.
The place where Martin found the body was behind a broken fence at the edge of the cemetery, and the digging tools and pit were still there. The tomb guard stood in the distance and did not dare to come over when he saw a group of soldiers.
Terry couldn't help but sigh: As expected of Martin, he could even find a dead body hidden here.
How you found it is best not to ask...
Terry jumped into the pit. Fortunately, it was winter and he couldn't smell the stench of decay.
Terry squatted down and moved the row of legs standing outside away from each other so as not to block the light.
The pit was about one meter deep and was dug with a shovel, so it could be ruled out that a mage was involved. There are also some bloody scratches on the wall of the pit, which match the dirt in the deceased's fingernails. There were many scratches, and it seemed that the deceased had been able to hold on for a long time, although he still could not escape.
Only warriors have such physical strength.
There were no more clues in the pit. Terry climbed up and checked the excavated mound of soil. The soil was mixed with some ice crystals. He asked someone to shovel a shovel of soil from a distance and came back. No ice crystals were brought back... It seems After the murderers buried the body, they poured a bucket of water on it to speed up the freezing of the soil.
Yes, there is more than one murderer, at least there is more than one person who buries people.
Terry looked back, and outside the broken fence was the back side of a street. Very few people came here on weekdays, so the time could not be limited to night.
"Call our gravekeeper who has been watching the show for a long time." Terry said.
Two soldiers walked over and soon brought the resisting tombkeeper over.
Terry pointed to the corpse lying aside and asked, "Do you know him?"
The gravekeeper looked away and shook his head.
“Change the question, who buried him?”
"I don't know..." The gravekeeper continued to shake his head.
“You really don’t know?” Terry said in a playful tone.
The frozen soil is almost as hard as stone. Few soldiers could not dig such a deep hole after digging for two or three hours, and the movement caused would not be small. "I... my hearing is not good, what are you talking about?" the tombkeeper listened.
Terry turned out a coin in his hand, flicked it open with his thumb, and a silver light fell on the stone behind, making a crisp sound unique to coins.
The gravekeeper turned back suddenly, then froze there, then slowly turned back and saw Terry's proud smile.
"Ahem...I'm old and can only hear some sounds clearly." The tombkeeper was still quibbling.
Terry suddenly said: "Who are you, the deceased?"
"I, I don't know..."
"You were very panicked when you saw the body. His eyes were evasive..." Terry took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, "I'm curious, is a cemetery guard still afraid of corpses? "
"Because..."
"Did they warn you?"
The tombkeeper stopped talking.
"You are not afraid of us, but you are afraid of a group of murderers?"
"Because...because..."
"Because they are unscrupulous, right?" Having found a breakthrough, Terry no longer hesitated: "Tell who it is and we will protect you."
The old gravekeeper gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind: "Give me three gold coins and fourteen silver coins, and I will tell you the murderer..."
"Why three gold coins and fourteen silver coins?"
"My granddaughter is sick...she needs to see a doctor ..."
Three gold coins and fourteen silver coins are money for medical treatment.
Terry thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I can't give you money, but your sick granddaughter can be treated by us."
"This..."
"At least we are better than that. The group of murderers can be trusted.”
The old tomb guard didn’t believe them. How many people in the new capital were eaten up by this group of official bandits? But now he can only hope that these soldiers who are pursuing the case still have a sense of justice.
He slowly recounted: The time went back to late night half a month ago, when Annan had not yet come to the new royal capital. The atmosphere in the new royal capital was still that the nobles and rich people did whatever they wanted, and the poor struggled to survive.
The gravekeeper who was burning firewood for warmth in the shed heard some movement in the cemetery, so he took a look out the window and saw a bright light on the edge of the cemetery, with many shadowy people surrounding it, waving shovels and shovels.
Who would dig a hole and bury a body in the middle of the night?
The tombkeeper didn’t dare to go there and hid in the hut, pretending not to know anything.
Those people were busy for more than an hour before leaving.
“So you don’t know who the murderer is?”
"I know..."
The old tombkeeper had a hidden agenda. He pretended to take a rest and turned off the light, but in fact he hid behind the window and watched secretly. When they left, he saw that the right hands of the people holding the lights didn't even have a little finger!
Without the little finger... the range has been narrowed down enough to almost pinpoint the murderer.
Terry whistled: "The murderer has been found. Let's go back to find Mr. Orr to revive him."
"My granddaughter..."
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten."
Terry followed the tombkeeper to the hut and saw the little girl lying on the bed with a high fever.
The fire is burning brightly and the cabin is warm. The price is to burn dozens of pounds of firewood a day, but for the only relative, everything is worth it.
Terry picked up the little girl on his back and said to the tombkeeper: "You come with us."
"Me...I want it too?" The old tombkeeper flinched.
"Who knows if the murderer has eyes on this place? You don't want them to break in and kill you as soon as we leave, do you?"
(End of Chapter)