A strange world

Chapter 1036 Section 267. Seems to be just an episode

The body is an adult male with a livid complexion. His broken and opened nails are filled with dirt. His ferocious expression does not have the peace of the dead.

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.

"No more than a month."

It was too early, and it rotted before freezing. The man could only have been buried in the cemetery recently.

"Ask the city guards in charge of the area if anyone has disappeared recently."

This is the job of the city guards, but Renato is the military minister, and his city guards are Annan's city guards.

"Do you want to take care of it?"

"I don't have time, ask my men for me, who is willing to investigate."

Maria asked around, and a ranger named Terry volunteered.

"I'll leave it to you. Don't worry about getting into trouble. The entire Purification Court and the City Guards are your backers. By the way, take Martin with you."

"Uh..."

Who in Free City hasn't heard Martin's story?

"The body he found may provide some help."

"Oh..."

Terry, who had a dream of solving a case since childhood, excitedly took the frozen corpse away. Annan thought for a while: "How about I send a popsicle to the Iron Girl?"

"What is a popsicle?"

"It's the freezing point."

The people of the North would mix butter, honey and water into a sticky paste and put it on the ice outdoors to eat. However, it was not the people of the North who invented the freezing point, but Wilhelm's group of wizards who could invent anything for pleasure.

"If she knew that you saw the corpse and thought of the freezing point, you would fall down again."

Annan shrugged: "Just don't let her know."

...

Terry came to the cemetery where Martin dug up the body.

The surrounding area is a civilian area, so the cemetery has not been taken care of much. There is only an old gravekeeper, and a low and crooked fence outside.

The place where Martin found the body was behind a broken fence at the edge of the cemetery. The digging tools and pit were still there. The gravekeeper stood in the distance and saw a group of soldiers who dared not come over.

Terry couldn't help but sigh: Martin is worthy of it. He can even find a dead body hidden here.

It's better not to ask how he found it...

Terry jumped into the pit. Fortunately, it was winter and he couldn't smell the stench of decay.

Terry squatted down and asked the row of legs standing outside to stay away and not block the light.

The pit was about one meter deep and was dug with a shovel, so it could be ruled out that there was a mage involved. There were some bloody scratches on the pit wall, which matched the soil in the nails of the deceased. There were many scratches, and it seemed that the deceased had held on for a long time, although he still couldn't escape.

Only warriors have such physical strength.

There were no more clues in the pit. Terry climbed up and checked the excavated soil. The soil was mixed with some ice crystals. He asked someone to shovel a shovel of soil from a distance, but there were no ice crystals... It seems that the murderers poured a bucket of water to accelerate the freezing of the soil after burying the body.

Yes, there is more than one murderer, at least more than one person buried the body.

Terry looked back. Outside the broken fence was the back of a street. Few people came here on weekdays, so the time could not be limited to night.

"Call the gravekeeper who has been watching the show for half a day." Terry said.

Two soldiers walked over and brought the gravekeeper with a resistant face.

Terry pointed to the body on the side and asked: "Do you know him?"

The gravekeeper looked at it and quickly 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 was as hard as stone. It would take a few soldiers two or three hours to dig such a deep pit, and the noise would not be small.

"I... I have poor hearing. What did you say?" The gravekeeper listened.

Terry took out a coin, flicked his thumb, and a silver light fell on the stone behind, making a crisp sound unique to coins.

The gravekeeper turned around suddenly, then froze there, slowly turned around, and saw Terry's smug smile.

"Ahem... I'm old, I can only hear some sounds clearly." The gravekeeper was still quibbling.

Terry suddenly said: "Who is the deceased to you?"

"I, I don't know..."

"You were very panicked when you saw the body, and your eyes were evasive..." Terry took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, "I'm curious, a cemetery guard would be afraid of the body?"

"Because..."

"Did they warn you?"

The gravekeeper stopped talking.

"You are not afraid of us, but a group of murderers?"

"Because... because..."

"Because they are unscrupulous, right?" Having found a breakthrough, Terry no longer hesitated: "Tell us 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 the money for treatment.

Terry thought about it, shook his head and said: "I can't give you money, but your sick granddaughter can be handed over to us for treatment."

"This..."

"At least we are more trustworthy than those murderers."

The old gravekeeper 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 investigating the case still have a sense of justice.

He slowly began to narrate: Time went back to the late night half a month ago, when Annan had not yet come to the new capital. The atmosphere in the new capital was still that the nobles and the rich could do whatever they wanted, and the poor were struggling to survive.

The gravekeeper who was burning firewood in the shed to keep warm heard some movement in the cemetery, so he leaned out of the window and took a look. He saw a light on the edge of the cemetery, and many shadowy people were surrounding them, waving shovels and spades.

Who would dig a pit to bury a body in the middle of the night?

The gravekeeper did not dare to go over, hiding in the hut, pretending to know nothing.

Those people were busy for more than an hour before leaving.

"So you don't know who the murderer is?"

"I know..."

The old gravekeeper had a plan. He pretended to take a rest and turned off the lights, but he was actually hiding behind the window and watching secretly. When they left, he saw that the group of people holding the lights had no little fingers on their right hands!

No little fingers... The scope was narrowed down to the point where the murderer could almost be identified.

Terry whistled: "We found the murderer. Let's go back to report to Master Ormose."

"My granddaughter..."

"Don't worry, I didn't forget."

Terry followed the gravekeeper to the hut and saw the little girl lying on the bed with a high fever.

The fire was burning brightly and the hut was warm. The price was that dozens of pounds of firewood had to be burned every day, but for the only family, everything was worth it.

Terry carried the little girl on his back and said to the gravekeeper: "You come with us."

"I...I want to go too?" The old gravekeeper backed off a little.

"Who knows if the murderer has spies watching here? You don't want them to break in and kill you right after we leave, do you?"