The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Chapter 55 I Forgive You

"A dead puppet?"

Everyone looked at Sigmund with strange eyes.

"That Robert, he was blasted a hole here." Sigmund drew a random picture, and the picture just imagined makes people feel miserable.

"But in fact, he died before that, almost seven days after death, a person who can still move after death, what is it if it's not a doll?"

he asked rhetorically.

"Ha ha!"

Bennett laughed suddenly, and then looked at Marek with strange eyes, "This is the young man you're optimistic about?"

But at this moment, an abrupt voice interrupted Bennett's laughter.

"I think the gentleman is right."

A young man wearing elegant glasses got out of the car.

"His body is very fresh, but it has been a while since he died. It should be five or six days old. This is really strange."

"It's impossible!" Bennett walked a few steps quickly and came to the young doctor, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"gentlemen."

When asked, the young doctor looked calm, "I am from the Royal Academy of Medicine, and I am a general practitioner."

His respectful attitude has his own pride. Then he watched Bennett and added, "Although I'm one level lower than you, in the professional field of doctors, I think my opinion is more valuable than your rant."

"I need time, a professional venue, and a detailed study of these two corpses. There are some other forces interfering with my judgment."

While talking, he looked at Sigmund with curious eyes.

"Are you a general practitioner too?"

"Are you a member of the Liam Medical Research Institute? I just came to this city, and I don't know much about the doctors here."

"I'm a hunter." Sigmund shook his head.

"Uh...prepared."

"Weird guy."

The doctor smiled, but did not ask Sigmund the basis for his judgment. Every superhuman has its own secrets.

"On those two bodies, there are the same things as those in the apartment and the White Seagull Manor, so these three incidents are deeply related, and there may be more terrible motives hidden behind them."

Sigmund said, he hoped that this matter could attract enough attention.

At this time, the entire manor had been brought under control, and the onlookers were brought back. Many uniformed policemen appeared nearby, and among them, Sigmund saw the familiar police officer Lenny.

"Sir, you are a general practitioner, aren't you?"

Madame Gallard approached the young doctor.

"Ryan O'Reilly, my dear lady, you may call me Ryan."

"Then I think you should be able to help me judge whether there is some kind of hallucinogenic drug mixed in this bottle of perfume?"

Mrs. Gallard emphasized the word general practitioner, and the young doctor Ryan clearly understood the subtext in her words.

"Although it is not a child of nature, it is also an easy thing for me."

Ryan nodded, gently unscrewed the cork, and inhaled a faint breath into his nasal cavity. At the same time, Sigmund felt obvious fluctuations in spiritual power.

"This is a bottle of pure perfume." Ryan replied with a smile, but soon his face changed slightly, "It's so strange, it..."

Ryan frowned, but seemed unable to think of a suitable adjective. At this time, Mrs. Gallard had already put back the perfume bottle, and stared at Bennett who was standing not far away with a strange look.

She didn't say anything, just smiled and observed silently.

The conversation here naturally fell into Bennett's ears verbatim. Feeling the gaze behind him, he was on pins and needles.

"Mr. Miller, the reputation of the two gentlemen has been damaged because of your speculation. I think you should give them a formal apology!"

"Sigmund Skinde, and the master perfumer standing behind him."

Many people gathered near the carriage, forming a relatively closed circle around the mayor and Mrs. Gallard.

And the strange thing is that people around seem to know nothing about what is being talked about here.

"Ma'am, please forgive Bennett." Mayor Wallace said. He understood what happened and couldn't figure out why Bennett would suddenly get involved in this kind of thing.

"An upright gentleman and a pious believer can only continue on the right path if he faces his own mistakes and obtains the forgiveness of others." Mrs. Gallard gave the reason unmoved. It also makes people speechless.

"Apologize to me, and the perfume master behind me?" Sigmund blinked, confused.

Can anyone tell me what exactly is going on?

Why is Bennett apologizing to me all of a sudden?

"It's like this..."

Gildo approached and quickly told what happened at the banquet.

Ah... this...

People sit at home and come from heaven.

The posture is so suitable, it seems that I am sorry for Bennett's performance all night if I don't pull it back.

Thinking of this, Sigmund slowly came to Benet's side. To be honest, he had a little guess about the cause of the conflict between the two, but he didn't expect it to come to this point.

In the final analysis, in the eyes of this powerful third-order transcendent, he is just a tiny ant that can be trampled on at will.

He wasn't even in the mood to pretend a little.

With a rough and crushing attitude, he wants to control everything about himself.

But accidentally kicked an iron plate.

Luda is dead.

But Sigmund didn't believe that all of this would end like this. No matter what the reason was, after solving this extraordinary case, Bennett would definitely have even crazier revenge.

In the open and in the dark, in short, there is no end to death.

an apology?

No, no, no, Sigmund believed that no matter how oppressed he was, it was impossible for a guy like Bennett to say a word of apology to a small person like himself.

He would resist with a tough stance and would not recognize Ryan's test results, but Sigmund did not intend to give him a chance to speak.

"Sir, Mr. Miller!"

Sigmund had a fake smile on his face.

"I heard what happened at the banquet just now, please don't worry, that master is a real artist, he won't care about such things."

"As for me."

Sigmund patted his chest with a smile.

"I forgive you, please don't take it to heart, who doesn't make mistakes?"

"I made a mistake this time, just change it next time."

Sigmund looked respectful, but his so-called forgiveness was closer to a humiliation in Bennett's eyes.

At that moment, Bennett actually felt a stronger humiliation than apologizing.

He felt that he was played by the young man in front of him.

on a spiritual level.