Stopping the carriage at the intersection of the two streets, Draenor leaned sideways through the alleyway against the wall, heading deeper into the blurred dots of light around him.

There was no sign of snow falling on Lily of the Valley Road, and the scorching atmosphere was even more exaggerated than usual, and the girls were leaning against the door in out-of-season gauze skirts, and the snow that had barely been left on the ground had long since been trampled into a mire by the passing guests.

But the buzz didn't completely envelop the street, and Jett loomed into the crowd as soon as Draenor stepped out of the light

Dressed in a fleece coat that she rarely sees, she listened carefully to the description of the lady next to her, and picked up her pen to struggling to record something.

"What happened?" Draenor stepped forward and asked her, looking up and down at the unusual outfit, "Wear armor during the investigation, it seems that even you have a bad memory." ”

"Whew...... Are you trying to scare me to death? Jett's arm trembled, leaving a patch of graffiti on the precious paperwork, "It happened so suddenly, I didn't have time to think about it that much...... Didn't you wear it yourself! ”

Draenor looked down at himself, his chest still stained with the wine stains from the morning. He pursed his lips in embarrassment, his eyes focused on the lady standing to the side, and his attention suddenly became highly focused

She looked barely twenty years old, more appropriately addressed as a sister, with blackened blood on the corner of her skirt that happened to be past her legs.

"All in all, let's get started with the task at hand." He became serious and pointed at the woman, "This is ......"

"Lotta. Ms. Serrea, one of the witnesses to the case. Ms. Serea, this is my colleague, Mr. Delano. Jett introduced the two of them, handing the document to Lang Lano's hand

"Sir, please be sure to investigate this case carefully, please......" the woman pleaded with a crying voice, and bent down and bowed deeply.

"Yes, don't worry......" Draenor nodded solemnly, focusing on the paper in his hand.

Time: Miracle on the night of January 3, 1719

Location: 62 Lily of the Valley Road

Victim: Gloca. Serea

Eyewitness description: The specific time was before 7 p.m., and the owner's sister Gloka visited with gifts, presumably starting to prepare dinner after finding that no one was in the house. At 7:40 a.m., the owner, Ms. Lotta, found out about ......

"......" Draenor sighed silently, it seemed that Jett was not suitable for the job of a note-taker, and the notes had nothing to do with the word "professional", but like a random diary. The content of the next record has been half covered by graffiti, making it impossible to understand the specific content of the case.

"How long have you been here?" He slipped the paper into Jett's arms and walked straight to the door number that said "Number 62."

"Twenty minutes ahead of you...... I didn't investigate the location of the incident in detail, I was going to leave this work to you......" Jett seemed to be frightened by something, and cautiously walked over to Langlano and whispered.

"This is a homicide, why don't you cordon off the area where it happened?" Draenor asked Jet and turned to look at the crowd that was almost blocking the streets, "The Knights are on a mission, please leave if you have nothing to do with it, this is for everyone's safety." ”

Draenor then pointed to the locked door and said to the witness, Lady Lotta, "Please cooperate with us. ”

Lotta trembled forward and inserted a bronze key into the keyhole, only to retract the moment the door was exposed.

Draenor pushed open the door, and finally there was a little light in front of him, it was the fireplace on the west side of the room, and something seemed to be baked in the stove, and black smoke that had not escaped down the chimney filled the eyes.

"Ahem......" The choking smell mingled with the cold wind around him, and Draenor buttoned his hat to his lips, revealing only a pair of keen eyes and walking towards the living room.

Soon, by the faint light of the fire, he saw a circular shadow hunched over the edge of the table, which looked like a plate, but stood on the edge of the table as if it were not affected by gravity......

"Stay at the door, don't let anyone come close!" Draenor turned back to Jett and commanded, raising his guard and walking towards the shadow.

After a few more steps, Draenor's eyes widened and he stopped, and he could see the structure of the thing, the upper part smooth and slightly convex forward, and the lower end showed a neat row of teeth, leaving an inverted triangle dot between them......

That's a human head!

Draenor took a deep breath and forced himself to keep walking. Yes, it was indeed a human head, torn curls half on the edge of the table and half hanging in the air, and a pair of eyes that had lost their luster were wide open, as if they were still telling their fears to the witnesses.

And the most creepy thing is that there is no articulation under that skull, only the cervical vertebrae that are exposed in the air......

A few meters away from the dining table lay a bloody corpse, face up, its chest torn out of lace by something, its scarlet glow in the light of the fire.

"That's what I saw when I got home...... It's a nightmare......" Lotta muttered to herself, clutching the corner of her skirt, and at some point she began to stand beside her, her head bowed trying to avoid the horrible image.

Draenor swallowed, approached the corpse for a moment, then turned around to the side of the table.

There were three types of injuries left on the victim's body, a torn chest, a severed neck, and a head pushed to the corner of the table by a strange force, each of which was fatal......

He pulled out his notebook and wrote down what he saw, hesitated for a moment, and then crossed out one of the words.

It's not a "cut", every wound has traces of tearing, and it's obvious that it's not a sharp weapon......

Draenor once again stared at the bloody body, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and wrote down his bold guess:

It was torn apart by an unknown creature with his bare hands......

He suddenly remembered the information he had seen on the record file earlier, turned around and covered the corpse behind him and asked Lotta, "The victim is your sister?" ”

"Yes...... This is the third winter festival, I was going to close the door and rest and wait for the festival with my sister, who knows what kind of disease the first few guests actually contracted and had to rely on me, so I went to the clinic with him for a check-up...... Unexpectedly, when I got home, I saw my sister and her ......"

Lotta lost the courage to continue, fell to her knees and cried bitterly.

"I'm sorry......" Draenor crouched down and stroked the other man's shoulder, the loss of despair overwhelming the young lady. But grief doesn't solve anything, and in order to find the culprit faster, he must give the other party the courage to continue answering.

"That is, your sister also has the key to this house, and opened the door to come in when she found that no one was home?"

"Yes...... Yes, there are only these two keys, my sister and I are both single, and we have just arrived in Kerton, and we have few friends who know the roots......"

For such a poor person, there must not be many objects of enmity...... Draenor continued to think about the other party's words, but the possibility of the murderer being human was negligible.

It may not be a beast of the Likos, but the inhabitants of Lily of the Valley Road are basically outsiders, and the Likos will only become beasts under the influence of aconitum grass or the full moon...... Maybe it's the Xilin people with terrifying powers like Dino? But why attack the poor sisters?

Poor...... Realizing that he seemed to have overlooked something, Draenor hurriedly pursued Lotta, "Your sister, what kind of work does she do?" ”

"Merchant......" Lotta raised her head and looked at each other with those red and swollen eyes, "Jewel merchant, she has a jewel shop, just off Mikhail Street, there is only this one jewel shop......

"The jewel merchant......" Draenor repeats the word over and over again, and it seems that unlike her sister, Ms. Groka should have been quite wealthy during her lifetime, so the murderer's motive is also clear......

Just as Draenor was about to jot down this crucial information, an image flashed through his mind. He got up and took a few steps back, his gaze switching back and forth between his body and head, finally connecting the identity of the victim with his own memories.

"It's the woman with curly hair......"