"Ha-ha. Even if he changed into black steel armor covered with deerskin and cotton yarn, the howling cold wind would still penetrate through the cracks in the steel armor, and the soldiers rubbed their palms together, sighed into their palms, and kept stomping their feet to ward off the cold.

"Hellish weather, hell things. He kept muttering, stepping on the thick snow, chatting with a few other soldiers, they were the next formed squad of the Stone Fort City Defense Corps, the rank of the team was not high, probably only a little better than the new regiment, although they belonged to the same city defense corps, but their job was not to patrol the streets, it was the responsibility of the higher ranks, and the lower squads were doing trivial things, such as taking shovels to stab the snow blocking the road when the cold wave came.

It's almost like a scavenger, a soldier who is a miscellaneous soldier is not a decent job in the first place. That's fine, after all, it's like this every year, maybe they will be shy at first, but now they have already practiced thicker than the city wall, and seeing that there is no hope for promotion, these veteran oilers began to take pride in their chores, and often gathered to mock the ridiculousness of the upper-level team's desperate work, which can be regarded as comforting their hearts that have long been frozen by frost and snow.

Man, sometimes it's just creatures who live for excuses.

What really made him dissatisfied was because of the current situation, he should have found a shop to get some wine and get drunk in the thick snow that was dredging the street, but he was inexplicably ordered to take care of the discovery site of a strange corpse, thinking about the body that had just been carried out, he couldn't help but shake his body again, and complained to his companions: "You say, how did that person die? It's not that I haven't seen a dead person in the years I've been a soldier, but like that...... There are dense holes everywhere, and it seeps into the eyes of people. ”

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen it. The companion rubbed his hands together and hesitated for a moment before answering, "Honestly, just looking at the dead man's exposed arm gives me goosebumps on my back. ”

"It's all the same. The soldier patted him on the shoulder and told him that he wasn't alone, an act that apparently brought the two closer together, and he began to put his arms around his companion's neck, grumbling, "After all, this shouldn't be our team's business, it's obviously the patrol team's job, those guys- hey." ”

He glanced at the two soldiers who gradually disappeared at the end of the field of vision, carrying the corpse, those two were not in the same squad as them, they belonged to the real patrol team sequence, and they were a head higher than them in class, but he behaved quite disdainfully: "It has become a habit to be arrogant, but we really regard us as subordinates, and no one from my own team will take care of the scene, so I have to transfer other teams, a group of bastards, phew!"

"I heard it was an order from above. "It seems that Lord Sothy himself has ordered the entire city to put the legions on alert, and if any abnormalities are discovered, they shall report them to him immediately until he has sent someone to inspect them." No, the team was in a hurry to contact the doctor to send the body for autopsy, and no one could watch the scene. ”

"Soxi, a witcher, a mutated mongrel, is also worthy of us to call him Lord, and I tell you that if it weren't for Dragging Master Dunbar's tiger skin, I would have rushed up and beaten him up. ”

He made a fist that drew applause and laughter from his companions, and he smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the experience of being considered a hero.

In fact, when Suo Xi really stood in front of him, he couldn't even have the slightest intention of resisting, and the tsunami-like sense of oppression that came to his face was not only because Soxi was defending Dunbar, but because of the oppressive force generated by the huge gap in strength.

I don't know how strong Soxi is, but at least there should be no pressure to solve their entire squad, and the soldiers themselves understand this.

The only thing that supported him to speak out at this time was perhaps just because of his identity as a witcher.

When faced with others who are different from themselves, human beings tend to develop an inexplicable sense of superiority.

For example, when an able-bodied person faces a handicapped person, a well-fed person looks at a hungry person, a wealthy person faces a poor family, and an ordinary person faces the so-called heretics, i.e., witches, witches, etc., they will always think that they are superior to others, and the other party is an unsightly scum.

It doesn't matter how high or low their ability is, even if the people they look down on are obviously dozens of times better than them, their concepts in their hearts still haven't changed, and they will even share their feelings with others around them, and continue to swell after getting approval, firmly believing that they are right.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely deformed concept, but it is deeply rooted in the human heart, and very few people will reflect on the cause and effect relationship, let alone care whether the so-called correctness is really correct.

If you want to describe this deformed emotion in the form of words.

That may be "human arrogance"

......

Hodge leaned against the wall, listened quietly to the soldiers' conversation, and left the street without hesitation, there was not much information left in their ranks, and the real clues were left on the removed corpse.

He left quietly, leaving footprints, but the snow would soon fill in the area.

It stands to reason that he should hurry back to the inn now, not think or do anything during the cold spell or two, try to minimize the chance of contact with other people unless necessary, and wait for the cold wave to pass, and take the first batch of ships to sail to the headwind.

This would ensure that the sensitive identities of the three of them would not be detected by others.

He shouldn't have to take any risks when he was about to leave.

But he still couldn't help but grope his way in the direction that the two soldiers carrying the stretcher had left.

"You're such a hopeless madman!"

He scolded himself frequently in his heart, but he still didn't have the slightest thought of turning away.

For some reason, he was particularly concerned about the wounds on the corpse, aside from the disgusting ingredients, and more importantly, the wounds could not be explained by common sense, at least he didn't know what could cause the whole body to be covered with those little holes.

And when he looked at the holes, he had inexplicably not very good memories in his mind, such as the giant earthworm he found on that snowforest expedition, such as the dragon lizard he had encountered at the docks not long ago, which had driven them into the sewers.

It's as if these memories are connected to each other.

He wanted to figure out what the hell was going on.