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Geralt begins to search the house for clues. He had already carefully observed Cronin's body. The murderer had a sophisticated and clean hand. He was fatally wounded in the neck. Someone cut his throat with a dagger from the back, then bled, dragged it to the living room, and cut off his internal organs.

He described it in his heart with a detached mentality, silently guessing the identity of the perpetrator. If he wants to do this, he must be bold and careful, and he may have done it many times before. At the same time, it's just killing people, and they deliberately set up the scene to be so horrifying. Are you trying to warn anyone?

The witcher came to Cronin's study, and he began to read Cronin's letters. Most of them are just ordinary correspondence, such as the tax collector, the college he attended, or letters with family members. Nothing special, just three letters worth mentioning.

The first letter was not signed, it was written in blood.

"We know exactly what you want to do, Cronin. You'd better stop, and maybe we'll let you go, for your family's sake. But if you're obsessed, I'm afraid Mrs. Gregory All you can see is the cold body of her son. You'd better warn your mates, boy, you must stop right now!"

Geralt shoved the letter silently into his inner pocket, and he began to read the second letter, which was very brief, sent by a man named K, with the scent of bellflowers.

"God, Cronin, you have to leave now. I beg you, stop what you're doing! It's too dangerous! They won't let you go on!"

The third letter was written by Cronin himself. He didn't send it, or even to whom. The young man's handwriting was neat and elegant, but the content was not so.

"Fuck you! Threat me? You can solve me with violence, but you can never solve the truth! Some things are bound to happen, just like you tried to kill me, if you can do it! I won't be afraid of you. Yes, I won't leave my home and I won't stop what I'm doing, Cronin Gregory will never give in! Even if you kill me, they will continue, something has to be fixed! "

His words were so firm that the witcher's eyes caught his open notebook, which had a line of cursive writing on it.

"...But I've been here before, and when people of later generations resist oppression and call out heroes, they still have names to call."

He put the two letters close to his body, tore off the page, folded it solemnly, and put it in his inner pocket. After doing all this, he was going to leave, just at this moment, there was a slight noise in front of the door. The witcher's pupils shrank, and he immediately stood in the dark and secluded part of the room, holding the vase in his right hand and the seal of Akciphae in his left. He was ready for battle.

But unexpectedly, the next thing he heard was the low sobbing of a girl.

After hesitating for a while, Geralt walked out of the room. He didn't try to lighten his steps this time. The clear and audible voice immediately alerted the girl. She immediately got up and shouted in a trembling voice, "Who?! Who's there?!"

Geralt's face slowly emerged from the shadows, and the girl immediately relaxed. When the witcher was still surprised by the girl's reaction, she ran over and hugged the witcher's arm. The witcher smelled the bellflower. The girl cried and said, "They killed him! Sir! They killed him!"

"..."

He comforted the silly girl and dragged her into Cronin's study, preventing her from seeing the miserable scene again. After the girl had calmed down, Geralt asked, "Who are you?"

The girl snapped, "Christina Gerstaff."

The girl's long name is very awkward, Geralt frowned, and he said, "I'll just call you Christina, what's the matter, who are they?"

It's alright he didn't mention it,

At the mention of them, the girl started to cry again, but she quickly forced herself to calm down and said, "It's Alphonse Willie's gang, the 'Hawthorne'...they're watching Been on Cronin for so long! I've been wanting him out of here with me, but he just won't! God!"

Geralt used Yaxie on her, Christina's expression suddenly became dull, and her eyes lost their original aura. Geralt asked patiently, "Tell me about this Hawthorne."

With Christina's narration, Geralt quickly learned who this Hawthorne was. Hawthorne, formerly known as Alphonse Willie, was called "Hawthorne" because of his brutal and ruthless behavior and his horrific abusive tendencies, which means "brother." Yet, alongside these anti-human traits, he was also an avid poetry lover and patron of artistic taste. Cronin came to the fore at an art exhibition two years ago, UU reading www.uukanshu.com He was noticed by Hawthorne at that time, and Hawthorne wanted him to paint a picture of himself, but Cronin didn't know why. Yes, even if Hawthorne pays more money.

He even pointed his nose at Hawthorne in front of his subordinates and scolded Hawthorne as a damn oppressor, but Hawthorne was not angry, he just persuaded him well and left a lot of money saying that he would come again. Cronin donated all the money to the nuns of the Meritelli Congregation, and he began to avoid Hawthorne and his men, and to this day, it seems that bad luck has really come.

But the witcher's gut told him that wasn't the case.

It's true that Hawthorne is a bastard, but if such a brutal person is pointed at the nose and scolded without turning his face on the spot, then he must love art miserably. There was no reason for him to write to threaten Cronin to stop what he was doing—whatever it was, he could have killed Cronin on the spot, so as not to lose face in front of his hands. You know, for people like them, the prestige of their opponents is more important than anything else.

It doesn't make sense.

Geralt asked again, "What is Cronin doing, you know?"

Christina said stiffly, "I don't know, sir. I asked him, but he just said he was doing something big."

event.

Ugh.

The witcher sighed silently, he had seen too many people who died because of his ideals. The clues are basically clear, but he has one last question: "Do you know that Cronin was attacked in Bishop's Square a week ago?"

"I know, that's Mr. Dyer, and he's pissed, he's our teacher. Cronin painted a bust of his wife last time without his consent, so he's pissed."

"Very well, do you know where his family lives?"