Out of the tavern,

Luthor follows Leon in his investigation

……

Acebod

In one of the courtyards of the church

Snow-white Roman columns, huge semi-arched windows on three sides, windows covered with religious patterns, white curtains fluttering in the wind. If it weren't for the two corpses in the middle of the hall, Luther would have wanted to visit as a tourist.

Luthor had expected to be blocked by the church guards when he entered the door, but as Leon pulled out something like a document, there was no obstacle in his path. He stared at the man with a grim face.

Leon, whose name and appearance make Luther think about it, is a silent image in "This Killer is Not Cold", and like an agent with blonde hair and a handsome face in "Resident Evil". At this moment, the guy on the other side of the corpse bed is both, with blonde hair, a high nose, and deep blue eyes, fiddling with the corpse while looking through the forensic records.

"The body should be in the morgue, right?"

"Hmm"

"It's been almost a month since these two people died, why are they so intact?"

"Hmm"

"What do you mean, Leon?"

"Good"

…….

That's my beginner's guide?

It's like an NPC!

Luthor always felt the look in Jack's eyes in the tavern

Full of energy

Not like a normal NPC

Maybe it's because the game is so realistic that it's almost the same as reality.

Leon just nodded in reply

Not a word.

Like a mechanical image in a tavern.

Clumsy and serious.

"This is no ordinary homicide, and the victims of the case are high-ranking clergy, the church has a better way to store it, and the police acquiesce."

“？？？”

"Who's talking?"

Luthor turned back, empty.

"It's me....listen..."

Luthor was surprised to find that it was Leon speaking to him.

"So you can talk!"

"I just don't want to say more useless things"

Leon raised his eyebrows, looking like a robot that had just rushed to power.

"Then you say, I'm sorry, huh."

Luthor scratched his head a little embarrassed, after all, it felt a little weird to interrupt an iceberg's speech.

"Come, look here"

Leon walked up to Luthor with the case file, turned the first page of the case file and handed it to him.

Following the date of the finger, Leon said calmly

"This is the date of the crime: August 13."

"Here is the date of death: the early hours of August 12."

"Is there anything wrong, the deceased was found after death, so it will be a little later?"

Luther raised an eyebrow, as if in defiance, and raised her voice abruptly. After all, I have a brain.

Leon glanced at him and said expressionlessly;

"There is nothing normal that is the biggest abnormality, but imagine that the time of death determined by the medical examiner was in the early morning of August 12, and the nun who reported the case said that the time she found the body of the deceased was during the day of August 13, and the time span during this period is about 30 hours, you look here."

Luther looked in the direction of Leon's finger

The case file made it clear that during the day on August 12, the church was the time for worship, and the Red Priest, who was the highest-ranking clergy of the church, should have attended the service and presided over the ceremony.

Cold sweat began to break out on Luther's forehead and the back of his neck.

The time of death was in the early hours of August 12.

The body was found on August 13.

During the day on August 12, people also found the red-clothed priest presiding over the service.

Is this a man or a ghost?

Or is it?

Someone pretended to be a ceremony performed during the day on August 12th?

……

"Do you think it's a human or a ghost?"

Luthor looked at Leon's deep blue eyes, which felt like an ice cellar, and he was poured cold water and locked in the ice cellar.

"Are you scared?"

Leon shrugged his shoulders and asked nonchalantly.

"It's okay, but I think it's a little weird."

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Well, after all, I've only heard of it but haven't met it."

"So you're still scared?"

The heart-to-heart question made Luthor sweat a little.

After all, he was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, an aspiring young man who had received years of atheism and suddenly entered such a strange world, so scared that he couldn't do it, but for the unknown, Luthor was in awe.

A game world that begins with a myth

What can be normal!

"Was it the ceremony that the murderer disguised herself as her to perform the next day?"

"It looks like you've found the crux of the case."

Leon's blue eyes flashed, like a falcon that had spotted its prey.

He took the case file from Luther's hand and turned the page back to him.

"The deceased has died in the early hours of the twelfth, so who will be the person at the ceremony the next day?"

"According to police records and investigations, the person who was at the ceremony during the day on the 12th was still the red-clothed priest himself!"

That's impossible

"Impossible"

"It is impossible for a dead person to appear in the public eye!"

"Unless the murderer is presiding over the celebration in disguise of her!"

Luther said that this kind of thing was a bit contrary to his perception.

…….

"You can read this case file now and tell me your answer."

Luthor flipped through the case file and took a quick look.

Time of death: 2 a.m. on August 12.

……

The nuns who cleaned the room found the body of the deceased on August 13.

……

During the day on 12 August, the deceased appeared at the liturgical service and presided over the ceremony.

Attached below are a few photos, which are indeed sacrifices themselves. However, due to the angle, only the side face and neck can be seen.

It can be seen that the side of the deceased's face and skin are pale in color.

……

Turning the pages down are all transcripts made of people close to the deceased, and there is nothing special about it.

The last few pages of the case file is an autopsy report.

With intense curiosity, open the autopsy report.

……

"Bleeding too much?"

"How could it be that he died of excessive bleeding?"

Luthor went through the entire case and was noncommittal about the autopsy report.

"If she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, then who caused the X-shaped wound on her chest, it can't be that she cut herself."

"The autopsy report only said that the cause of her death was clear, and that she did die from excessive bleeding caused by cutting her wrists."

"Then even if she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, she was already dead in the early morning of the twelfth, who was the host at the ceremony during the day?"

"It's still her!"

"Enough, don't let me guess the riddle, who is the murderer?"

"Don't worry, if I say it now, it won't make sense at all, you need to improve"

I have an orange hemp wheat husk that I don't know if it is a pulp or not!

Ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped through Luthor in his heart, when was it, and he was still playing riddles.

But when he said this, he was clear in his heart, if this was his novice tutorial, then this novice tutorial not only helped him do the task, but also taught him the essence of thinking in this world, something else.

"Now let's take out the doubts and solve them one by one"

Leon handed Luthor a pair of gloves and brought one with him, and lifted the white cloth that covered the corpse.

The naked body was reflected in Luther's eyes, the X-shape composed of two scars on his chest occupied most of the field of vision, the gray and black complexion, the lips showed a purple-black, the skin and flesh next to the two wounds had been turned up, as if there was some edema, the turned up skin and flesh had turned white, and the two lumps on his chest were round and dazzling in the reflection of the wounds.

"Her body has been preserved by the people of the church using secret methods, otherwise you wouldn't be so complete now, after all, a long time has passed."

"So it's complete?"

Luthor looked at the somewhat swollen and gray corpse overall, completely imagining Xuanhe before she was born.

"Huh"

For a little white like Luthor, Leon just sighed softly.

After all, if you want to tell him how difficult it is to store the corpse, formalin or mercury, for a novice with no foundation, listening to this kind of thing and listening to quantum mechanics is a concept, anyway, it is a book from heaven.

"The two wounds on the chest of the deceased are not fatal, you see here, here, and here!"

Leon pointed to two other deeper spots in the middle of the sternum.

"The wounds here are the deepest, but you see, the deepest places, the bones, are traumatic, not fatal."

"The wound in the center of the sternum can see the groove on the sternum, which is caused by a sharp weapon, you can feel it with your hands."

Luther shook his head at the offer.

It's enough to be a rookie who doesn't vomit when he sees a corpse, but if he lets him feel it with his hands, it's better to wait for himself to study for a while.

"These wounds were caused by the deceased after his death!"

"Is it because there is so little blood on these wounds? And the cause of death of the deceased was that the blood ran dry, and the blood crusts and blood stains caused by bleeding were not seen on these wounds? ”

"You're right to say that, look here, the black color here is caused by a small amount of blood clotting, and if it was caused by life, it would be bigger than the coagulation surface you see now."

Leon opened the wound, revealing a small amount of black blood clots on the endothelium.

"What do you think if a person dies and there are these wounds caused by others on her corpse?"

"Did he kill him?"

"They all said she committed suicide!"

"But a person who committed suicide, why would anyone do this on her corpse?"

"And, why would a person who committed suicide preside over the celebration the next day?"

Luthor couldn't figure out the connection, and the case was as unacceptable as a bird crashing into a plane, but it was objective.

"Actually, this is a secret method, and it can also be said to be a spell."

“what？”

"The deceased who presided over the celebration, but it can also be said that he is not the deceased, this is a spell that manipulates people's corpses, and it is also a secret art."

Luthor felt insulted by his intelligence.

So I wasted half a day doing science with you, and finally you told me that the world is metaphysical?

"Is it magic?"

Well, even if it's a world of metaphysics, can you become a mage who rubs fireballs?

"It's not!"

"Trust science, magic doesn't exist."

"Fart, you just said it was a spell."

"Spells are not magic, they are just magical powers that work with scientific knowledge."

So, it's a magical world in the guise of science.

Luthor thought fiercely.

"So the man who manipulated her body was the real murderer?"

"Yes and no"

"Who's the real culprit?"

"There is no real murderer!"

Luthor felt that his patience had been somewhat dismantled, and for this man who had started with icebergs and now started playing metaphysics again, Luthor felt that it was still cuter than the Whitebeard Grandpa in the old screen games.

"Then you tell me, she is a suicide person, who manipulated her body to celebrate?"

Leon covered the corpse with a white cloth and tucked the corners as delicately as an undertaker.

With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly to the window.

Take a deep breath

Slowly spit out a few words.

be

herself

Control of your own

Corpse.