When Rog and Catherine arrived at the tent where the body of the deceased Amanda was kept, Sherlock and John were no longer there, and the two crouched down next to Amanda's body, Rog took off the black leather gloves on his right hand, and the nails on the tips of his fingers suddenly stretched out, turning into sharp claws several centimeters long. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He carefully opened the wound on Amanda's neck that had been cut by a meat chopper with his claws, ignoring the foul smell emanating from the corpse, and carefully examined each wound after getting closer, and found that each wound was of different depths, the deepest part had touched the neck bone, and the bone was scarred, and the shallowest part was only a few millimeters deep.

Rog straightened up and put away his claws, stared down at the wound on Amanda's neck, Catherine, who was squatting across from him, looked at him curiously, and couldn't help but whisper, "Did you find anything?"

"When we want to kill someone, does each of our cuts in the same spot get deeper or shallower?" asked Katherine, still staring at the wound, Rogge didn't look up.

The girl was stunned for a moment, as if she had never thought about this problem, she thought for a while and said, "It shouldn't be getting deeper and deeper, because if we want to kill someone, we will definitely launch the most ferocious attack at the beginning, so that we can subdue the opponent and facilitate subsequent attacks." ”

"You're right, it's an instinctive reaction. Rogge bowed slightly in agreement, and he pointed to the wound on the neck of Amanda's body and said, "But what does it mean if the deepest wound on the corpse is the first cut, and each subsequent cut is shallower and shallower, even shallow enough to be fatal?"

"This ......," Catherine hesitated, and after a long time of contemplation, she still did not have a reasonable explanation, so she said to Rogge full of contradictions, "I can't think of how this can be, if I were to slash an enemy seven times, then I must give him enough damage with each of them, and if one stab is not fatal at all, why should I slash this one?"

"Maybe you can't make this knife fatal. Rogge replied with a mysterious smile.

Catherine was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "I know, you mean ......"

Before she could finish speaking, little Lolita Lilith suddenly came in from outside the tent, and ran to Rogge's side out of breath and shouted, "Bad wolf, bad wolf, I brought the mud you wanted!"

Rogge reached out and took a square piece of mud from her little hand, the surface of the mud block had a cylindrical depression, Rogge took it and smelled a strange smell on it, he couldn't help frowning and asked Lilith, "Where did this mud come from, why does it smell?"

"I can't find water in this place!" Little Lori pouted and said, "No way, I had to use urine and a little mud." ”

"Can't you just steal some of the trolls' drinking water and mud?" said Rog, fanning the air in front of him with disgust.

"I'm not going!" Little Lori looked nervously outside the tent and said, "In order to get this ghost thing back, I ran all the way back from outside, and those ugly monsters on the road kept staring at me, they must have wanted to catch me and put it on the fire to roast, maybe sprinkle some chili powder!"

"It's a troll's belly with the heart of a snack. Rog muttered at her, looked down and picked up Amanda's wrist, aligning the depression in the mud with the bruise on Amanda's wrist, and comparing them together.

"That's so," he said, dropping Amanda's hand, and said to Catherine, "you go to the Grand Chief at the tent and tell him that I'll bring back the murderer soon, little villain, we need to go somewhere, and if we can find the few pieces of evidence we need, we can point out the identity of the murderer." ”

It wasn't until late evening that Rogge and Little Furball returned to the big tent of the Chinese army, where the troll chief Amus and the deceased's husband Leon, as well as Catherine, Sherlock and Dr. John, were already waiting here, and as soon as Rogge entered the tent, the chief asked, "Mr. Rogge, have you found out the identity of the murderer?"

"Yes, Great Chief, I've figured it all out. As he spoke, Rogge walked over to Catherine and sat down, and Leon, who was sitting across from him, leaned over and asked him, "Who killed my wife, Mr. Rogge, tell me quickly!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Leon, we need to go through a little bit of trouble on this matter, I have a plan to lure the snake out of the hole, and tonight, if you can cooperate with me, we will be able to lure out the murderer. ”

Rogge looked around at everyone with a mysterious expression, and when his eyes fell on Sherlock's face, the other party showed a tacit smile, Rogge nodded to him with a grateful look, and then said to Amus and Leon, "I want to ask you two to go with me outside the camp alone tonight, and make sure no one else knows about it, okay?"

Amus and Leon exchanged confused glances, and Amus asked Rogge, "Is this necessary?"

"Great Chief, I know this is too demanding for you, but if you want to know the truth, please cooperate with it, the stakes are high, and I hope for the best possible outcome. Rogge replied cautiously and sincerely.

Amus hesitated for a moment but agreed, and everyone prepared a little, and when it was completely dark, Amus used the excuse of going out with Leon to relax, and followed Rog, Catherine, Sherlock, and John out of the base camp with him, and walked towards the location that Rogge had predetermined.

When they arrived, they saw an empty wasteland, with a few large stones standing on the barren yellow earth, and a gust of wind blew and rolled up the dust, Amus and Leon looked around suspiciously and asked Rogge, "Mr. Rogge, what are you bringing us here for?"

"Don't worry, the killer will appear soon, we just need to hide behind the rocks and wait for the rabbit. Rogge pointed to a few boulders not far away, Amus and Leon looked at each other in confusion, Catherine and John on the side also looked suspicious, only Sherlock had a calm expression, smoking his pipe leisurely.

Several people hid behind several boulders according to Rogge's arrangement, the night became thicker and thicker, the moor became invisible, the night wind blew people cold, and the silence around them was so silent that even the crows and jackals could not be heard, making people more and more suspicious that there would really be someone here.

When Leon finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to ask Rogge for clarification, Rogge's low voice suddenly came from his ears: "Don't make a sound, that person is here." ”