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"What are the two people here? What do you call them?"

After telling the three newcomers his names, Clayton looked at the church representatives. Among them, the old man with Mediterranean hair stood up, revealing the dried yellow cowhide suitcase underneath, which made people realize that his real height was shorter than he looked.

"I am the coroner Aqil who is here on a business trip. I will accompany you to the military hospital and stay here later."

The young priest next to him didn't speak. It seemed that he hadn't finished praying yet. It was more likely that he didn't want to have anything to do with them.

But this is not important. The old man introduced him: "This is Green, who is currently my guard."

Clayton nodded, feeling that someone still hadn't arrived yet.

"Where are the representatives from the military department?"

This time it was the staff of the notary office who spoke: "If they don't come, they will be waiting for you at the military hospital."

Creighton turned to Achille and asked, "Have you examined the body?"

"Of course not, I know the rules."

Clayton actually just wanted to ask the professional coroner for his opinion on the current condition of the corpse, but the other party misunderstood his question and thought it was a question. He didn't want to say anything more, so he just asked these people to wait here. Go up and ask Galeed and Marietta about the body.

Before returning to the archives room, Simon was standing at the door stroking his lush hair like a lion's mane, seeming to be thinking about how to make himself look decent.

Clayton ignored him and knocked on the door, waiting for a response from the person inside.

"Please come in."

It was Galeed's voice.

He pushed the door open and saw Marietta standing in front of Galeed, with anger written all over her face.

"He is one of his own."

Galeed pointed at Clayton and said to Mary.

The girl stared: "Didn't I do it before?"

"I'm just worried that your reaction will be too violent." Galid was very calm, because he proved that this worry was correct.

Mary was so angry that she yelled, "I don't even know who I killed?!"

Galid raised his voice to the same level as hers: "If you don't kill them, they will die! The difference is only in whose hands they die, and who else will die together!"

Clayton immediately closed the door to prevent the sound from getting out.

He heard that Mary might know about the dark descendants, but it had nothing to do with him. Only Galid had to pay the price for this period of deception.

"Please calm down, you two. I have a question here that I urgently need you to answer. I will leave immediately after asking."

So they both looked at him, and Mary said:

"you say."

Clayton first asked Galeed: "Brother Galeed, where did you put Lieutenant Charles' head in the basement of Notre Dame?"

"I never touched it, who knows where it is now. Does it matter?"

"Second Lieutenant Charles still has a head on his neck. People can't have two heads, so I think it's quite important."

This situation was obviously beyond Galeed's expectation.

"This may have been put back temporarily by people from the security department."

"This is impossible. The clerk at the notary office said that the body had a head as soon as it was delivered." Clayton denied his statement and turned to ask another person: "Miss Mary, I heard that the body of Lieutenant Charles was delivered as soon as it was delivered. Come here and you will be assigned to take care of the corpse?"

Mary couldn't figure out what happened to the first head he and Galid discussed, but she was sure of what she had experienced.

"That's right."

"Did you feel anything unusual while you were taking care of the body?"

"No."

"Not at all?"

Mary nodded in affirmation.

"Who sent the body?"

"They're from the Salvation Army, subordinates of the deceased."

"Thank you for your answers," Clayton took a few steps back and opened the door: "I wish you a pleasant communication."

The door slammed shut.

A strange feeling came over her, and Marietta asked Galid: "Who is he?"

Galeed didn't hesitate: "He's Clayton Bello."

Seeing Mary chasing after him, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was time for someone else to deal with this little girl.

Clayton returned to the notary's office and lifted the white cloth again.

No matter how many times I look at it, Charles' wrinkled head looks like a newborn baby, with a soft texture.

The corpse has been parked at the notary office for many days. Even if the head is opened now, there is no way to tell that it is related to the Salvation Army people.

He thought that maybe he could announce the Holy Grail Club in a scene where representatives from all three parties were present.

"Can we go now?" Julius asked, crossing his arms.

The clerk knocked on the counter and asked Clayton to look over: "The carriages are waiting outside. There are three in total, and the money has been paid. They also know where the destination is."

Clayton thought for a moment, covered the white cloth back, stood up and gave orders to his three new subordinates.

"Take your guns and go."

The helpers lifted the body, and Coroner Achille and Reverend Green also stood up and were about to leave together, but another voice came from the door:

"Wait a minute, I'll follow you."

The door of the notary office was pushed open again, and Marietta stood at the door, looking straight at him.

Clayton couldn't figure out what she meant. Transporting corpses was not a job that required many people. They already had eight living people.

"Miss Mary, what do you think?"

"I am the first Sheriff to take charge of this body. If there is something wrong with the body, I will also bear the responsibility for poor care. So I will go with you. If they check and find something wrong, there is no need to make another trip. Just notify me directly.”

Her reasons were so noble that no one present could understand them.

Julius smiled contemptuously: "Miss, you are really considerate."

Upon hearing the sarcasm, Mary immediately looked at him as if she wanted to remember him, so Julius suppressed the next words.

The woman's arms and legs looked strong, at least much stronger than his.

"Welcome to join us."

Clayton shook her hand.

There were nine of them in total, and they all got into the car and arrived at St. Becky's Military Hospital in Sasha City very safely.

Although it is a military hospital, Becky Hospital also admits ordinary patients.

People come and go here, and the nurses are very diligent in delivering medicines and patients.

Clayton contacted a caregiver to lead the way so the helper hired by the Sheriff's Department knew where to take the body.

They put Lieutenant Charles on the cart and pushed it with a squeaking noise down the corridor.

The people behind carried their own equipment and followed behind. For them, this job was leisurely and boring.

Arriving at a vacant operating room, the helpers hired by the Sheriff's Department left. The strong male caregivers quickly took off Charles' clothes and put the entire body on the autopsy table without leaving any strips of cloth.

The doctor responsible for the autopsy arrived quickly. He was wearing a mask and gloves and carrying a suitcase similar to Aqil's.

When he arrived in the operating room, he opened the box and counted his tools on the tool table next to him, without even doing anything after counting.

He had to wait for the superior officer to arrive before he could start working.

Clayton didn't know if it was his imagination, but after the military personnel made the matter a big deal, they didn't care much about Charles himself and didn't send anyone to pick up the body.

After about a quarter of an hour, an officer who knew how to dress up walked in, followed by two strong soldiers.

This officer looked to be about the same age as Clayton. His yellow hair was combed back and heavily oiled. His facial muscles were soft, his cheeks were protruding, and he had a long goatee on his chin. It was unclear what kind of style he wanted to maintain.

He immediately looked at his pocket watch after he came in, and his satisfaction was beyond words.

"Looks like I came at the right time."

Clayton didn't know what he was satisfied with, but it was clear that what he was satisfied with was not something to be proud of. Looking at his shoulder straps, the pattern displayed on them shows that his military rank is still a captain, which is higher than before he retired.

"Fuck." The lieutenant cursed, but subconsciously whispered.

If Clayton was still in the army and got into a fight with his opponent because of this swear word, he would definitely be punished in a military court.

But he quickly realized that he was now a civilian.

The officer kicked off his polished leather shoes and went to the autopsy table to look at the deceased, then turned curiously to look at the guests who had arrived from the Public Security Bureau.

"Why don't you leave yet?"

Clayton narrowed his eyes. Before he could speak, Mary spoke first: "For this judgment, the Sheriff's Department, as the notary, also has the obligation to supervise and it is necessary to observe."

Archie, the coroner invited by the church, also spoke: "Based on the principle of fairness and justice, we must."

The officer shook his head slowly and interrupted him: "I don't care what obligations you have or what principles you have. Now, you'd better get out."

Behind Aqil, Priest Green's lowered hands clenched into fists.

Except for Lady Barbara, all the magistrates looked bad.

The officer didn't give anyone a chance. He blew a whistle, and a few more guards rushed in from outside, and kindly asked the guests who had come here after a long journey from the operating room.

Recommend a good book

"Craft's Notes on Anomalies"

Kewei Xifan, his writing style is much better than mine