"He's not dead, but he shouldn't be able to move.

Before he died, Knahan crushed two of his own teeth, leaving a large amount of blood in his mouth.

Probably because of the pain, when he clenched his fist, he scratched his palm, which could be seen from the remaining skin.

After a person dies and before death, when attacked by an animal, the area around the wound will appear in a different state.

The most common is bruising, where a wolf bites a dead person and does not leave a bruise, by which time the blood has stopped flowing.

These are what the people at CSI told me, who had previously experimented with live pigs and dead pigs, and finally used them on people, to come to this conclusion.

…… The people in the crime scene investigation department are all gang perverts, and I never eat with them, who knows what my hand touched.

The police station in Augusta is not fully equipped, and I have sent someone to transport the two bodies to Helena's laboratory for autopsy.

By noon, it should be possible to draw preliminary conclusions and find the cause of their death. ”

Han Xuan imagined the picture of the father and son, who were eaten by wolves alive, and felt nauseous for a while in his heart, and then sad for them.

Said to Edgar: "Don't tell Barton about this yet, I'm afraid he won't accept it, please help me find out." ”

"I will.

Knahan's wife told me that her husband was looking into a case recently.

Since September, she has been irritable when she goes home every day, and she has to take sleeping pills at night to sleep, but she has not been told about the details of the investigation.

And the things he investigated, he didn't leave a case record at the police station, and now the three cases in Kenahan's hands, the biggest one is just someone stealing a few sheep and facing compensation, and the other two are family disputes.

The things he wanted to check couldn't have been those things, and the timing was not right.

I'm asking my partner to help with the investigation, and it may be something involved. ”

Agent Edgar stepped on the snow and walked forward, the two patrolmen from Augusta Town, who had been here yesterday, knew the way to the scene, and the speed of progress was not slow.

Han Xuan's knees are sore, and when he reached the adolescence of crazy height, he has often had growing leg pain recently.

The doctor prescribed him some calcium tablets to promote bone development, but it didn't work, and it hurt as much as it hurt.

In order not to let them delay the time to go to the scene of the crime because of themselves, they could only endure it silently.

If you want to follow you, you want to say that you can't walk, that's a shame.

took off the mask, took a few breaths of cold air, pulled open the collar to let the breeze in to cool down, felt comfortable and stimulating, and continued to ask:

"You mean, because of what he investigated, someone wanted to kill Knahan and his son?"

Edgar replied to him, "No, you are mistaken.

I just habitually think it's a homicide first and then look for something suspicious.

If they can't find it, it only means that they really died because they were attacked by wolves.

The British Columbia wolf, a subspecies of the gray wolf, you know? Four heads together can kill the terrifying brown bear.

If Knahan is unable to move or faints because he was bitten by a wolf on the arm, then the situation I just said makes sense.

It's too early to draw conclusions, and you can't make a judgment until you see the scene and examine the body.

Look, it's a Canadian lynx!"

Han Xuan looked in the direction of Edgar's finger, a light brown lynx with gray hair mixed with it, hiding behind a tree and watching, ready to run away at any time.

Old Barton had a Labrador pudding, wrapped in a small black padded jacket, and barked at it.

Labradoodles originally lived in the Canadian province of Newfoundland and Labrador, both of which are icy and snowy.

Pudding has been growing fat since autumn and is not afraid of the current weather.

Han Xuan patted it on the head and told the pudding to stop screaming.

Seeing that the lynx began to move, his eyes suddenly became indescribably strange.

The Canadian lynx looks very handsome and looks cute when it looks bigfoot.

But once it walked, it would make Han Xuan think that it was a strange creature with strange proportions that he couldn't look at it directly.

When I was a child, I saw the lynx near the wooden house for the first time, and found that its face faintly had the melancholy temperament of the hero of a literary film, and its hair was quite handsome.

It's a pity that its short tail, long legs, big feet, and small head are combined at the same time, like a work created by a painter with a strange perspective.

Han Xuan was in a dead cycle of "looking at the feet", "not looking at the feet", "looking at the feet", and "not looking at the feet", watching it leave.

Take turns stepping on the snow to open the way, and take a break halfway through.

Hiding behind a stone sheltered from the wind, he boiled some water with the solid alcohol he brought.

Boiled the steel kettle directly on the fire, melted and ready to drink.

Han Xuan gave them the beef jerky in the bag, ate some at random to replenish his strength, and continued on the road......

Owen quickly cut off the horn of a dead moose with a serrated Spanish deer saber, cut a piece of rope and tied it around his waist as a trophy.

The moose was in good health, but looked very thin and almost skinny, almost starving, and it was certain that it would either freeze or starve to death.

Along the way, more animal carcasses were buried in thick snow.

Now Han Xuan's feet are frozen rivers, and there is less snow piled on the surface of the ice, making it easier to walk.

Gabriel gasped and asked Han Xuan, "Do you want me to carry you?"

"No, it's almost there.

Help me to help old Barton, who seems to be running out of strength. ”

Han Xuan lifted his legs with difficulty and walked forward for more than ten meters.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the root of a tree by the river, where a pile of snow was shaking slightly, and small black claws were sticking out from time to time.

Stopping, Han Xuan patted Jason's arm and pointed it to him.

The weather was cold, and poisonous reptiles and snakes did not dare to come out, Jason boldly walked over with Han Xuan, and a three-edged thorn appeared in his hand to prevent any animals from suddenly escaping.

The other bodyguards left the group and followed the two towards the tree.

Agent Edgar saw the commotion, turned around and realized that they hadn't followed, lifted his mask and shouted, "Stop, wait!"

Although Old Patton was anxious, he also knew that he would not be able to rush over in a while, his body was too tired, and he just had to rest.

Walking two kilometers in the snow is more tiring than walking thirty kilometers on flat ground, finding a raised rock, patting the snow and getting ready to sit.

Only then did he realize that it was not a stone, but the corpse of a snow sheep, and he sighed and looked at Han Xuan, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Jason came under the tree and kicked the snow away.

I thought it was a nest for rabbits, pheasants and other animals, but I didn't expect to see a sad scene in the tree hole.

Han Xuan heard the faint cry and squatted down.

Looking at this little thing, lying on the corpse of his companion... (To be continued.) )