The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Someone died."

Gildo knocked open the door, and Sigmund clenched his cane tightly and walked quickly into it.

The room was in a mess, piles of toys were scattered all over the place, and the open space in the middle was covered with a large piece of glaring blood. It seemed that a person had struggled crazily there before dying.

Opening the partition curtain, Sigmund came to the atrium of the store. Behind the counter near the wall, a broken corpse sat on a chair.

The stomach of the corpse was cut open, and the internal organs mixed with blood rushed out from the gap in the stomach. When Sigmund observed, the swollen body of the corpse seemed to move slightly.

"careful!"

Gildo stepped forward to block Sigmund.

Paji!

At this moment, a sticky lump of meat fell out from the gap in the corpse's stomach.

The thing rolled twice on the ground, and got up facing Sigmund and the others.

"It's a mouse!"

Gildo didn't relax his vigilance. The mouse didn't even run away when it saw the person, but shook the blood-stained hair on its body, half stood up and squeaked.

The next moment, another mass of flesh fell out from the abdominal cavity of the corpse.

Baji, Baji.

After several sounds in succession, the stomach of the corpse shriveled instantly.

It turned out that the movement that Sigmund just saw was caused by a group of mice crawling and gnawing in the stomach of the corpse.

Whoosh whoosh!

At this moment, the extremely cold light flashed, and the squeaking rat was nailed to the ground without being able to turn around.

Gildo turned his head, and Sigmund withdrew the throwing knife in his hand. The first experiment worked surprisingly well.

Throwing knives are obviously more useful than pistols in this situation.

The drawer on the counter was violently smashed open, and the belongings inside were swept away.

"Unlucky guy, I met a thief, and the body was eaten by rats after he died."

Gildo sighed and relaxed slightly.

"No." Sigmund shook his head.

He activated his extraordinary power, and the messy atmosphere was disassembled one by one.

"He was tortured and killed."

After speaking, he didn't go to check the body, but walked quickly to a compartment next to it. Pushing open the door, he pointed to a stove for making fire and the coke inside.

"Look at the traces on the ground over there. If I'm not wrong, the murderer should have tied the shopkeeper to a bench and placed it there."

"Then put the iron basin containing the rats on his stomach. When the time comes, as long as the iron basin is heated with something like coke, the stimulated rats will scratch crazily."

In order to escape the high temperature, he tore open his stomach and drilled into his abdominal cavity.

"This process should last for a long time. This Laito suffered inhuman torture before his death."

"It seems that the target of the two puppets is not me at all, but him."

If there was no accidental interference, he should have been killed by the puppet that night, not afterwards, after the Oracle Church investigated the incident here.

"What a bloody madman."

Gildor endured the stench from the stain and rummaged for available information.

"Sigmund!"

Pushing away the corpse, Gildo seemed to find something and let out a cry.

Sigmund looked back, and the demon hunter was holding half a blood-soaked photo in his hand.

"Guess who I found in the photo?"

The photo is quite old, half soaked in blood, but fortunately the faces of the characters can still be seen clearly, one of them should be the dead toy shop owner, besides...

"You still remember this guy, Nick's father, the owner of White Seagull Manor, that Mr. Lester." Gildo said from the side.

"And this one." He pointed to the other person.

"It is the father of that Miles, our Mr. Justice."

Gildor dragged the body to the ground and examined the completely emptied abdominal cavity.

"You are right. This is revenge. There have been similar rumors in this place. It is said that the blood sacrifice of the internal organs of the enemy can make the dead rest in peace."

"It seems that these three people have known each other for a long time."

Sigmund was thoughtful, and searched the room carefully, but found no other information. When the two returned to the street along the original road, they happened to meet Rebecca's carriage.

"This is the information file you want." The female lawyer looked reluctant. When she went out just now, Sigmund asked her to take Gildo's badge to the Liam Police Station and the Civic Center once.

"Is it all here?"

"All the cases that Mr. Judge has handled."

Thinking of the photo he saw just now, Sigmund had a new idea, "Can you help me find a case related to the Leicester family?"

Rebecca is more familiar with this aspect, she searched in alphabetical order, and quickly found a stack of documents.

After opening it, Sigmund was quickly drawn to a name.

"The manor murder was just an accident, the poor boy was originally a pervert."

"Groot?"

He continued to rummage, "Elber Groot!"

Turns out it was a person's full name.

"Who is that?" Gildor looked puzzled.

Sigmund tried his best to concentrate, recalling Nicole's diary he had read, and soon some information appeared in his mind.

"A new gardener came to the manor today. I saw their husband, wife, and their son upstairs. Which one is this? I can't remember clearly, and I can't even remember his name."

Elb? Groot?

Forget it, it's all the same.

Sooner or later you will die.

Yes, that's the name, that's the new gardener's son.

He recalled the description of the murderer in Montana's memory.

A strong obsession, a desire to resurrect loved ones.

"This gentleman sued the owner of the estate where he worked, that his son had been murdered, but the court finally ruled that the child died under the trample of a horse's hoof."

Rebecca stuck her head curiously.

"The records say that the child was kicked to death because it was too close to the mare's buttocks, and someone in it said that all this was because of a child's crazy sexual fantasy."

"It's such a vicious speech, the person who said such a speech should be damned!" The lawyer lady got angry rarely.

"You're right about one thing, the guy who said that is dead." Sigmund glanced back at the toy store.

It was already clear that someone died in the manor, and that Mr. Leicester opened up the relationship between the police station and the judge.

So the death of the child was an accident.

Not only that, but the poor kid has also become a twisted pervert who peeps at the mare's ass in people's discussions.

At this moment, he remembered what he saw in the carriage the night before yesterday.

Naked man with exploding mouth.

It was the revenge of a gardener who, instead of killing the judge, poured out all his wrath on his children.

To be honest, Sigmund didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do so.

"What should we do next? Where can we find this gardener?" Gildo asked after hearing Sigmund's analysis.

"There are no other clues, so we can only check the workshop that provides these two toys."

"Do you know where it is?" The list of goods and transaction information in the room had been taken away by the Oracle Church in the previous investigation.

"Go and drive the carriage, let's go to Xicheng District."

As for the female lawyer, she was ruthlessly abandoned on Cross Street by Sigmund.

"Let's wait for the rent increase next month, and the meal fee!!"

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