The next day, Curt arrived at the scene of yesterday's accident early in the morning.

Compared with the simple temporary disposal last night, the garrison has basically controlled the scene after watching one night.

Wooden barricades enclosed the area of the corpses, and several cordons were erected between the barricades to block the approaching road, leaving half of the road open to vehicles and pedestrians. The blood that flowed across the ground was washed away by the water, and the wreckage of the regular vehicle that was stuck in the middle of the road was towed away.

Last night's experience was like a dream.

Above the heads of the policemen, several young men were setting up large cameras, and every time they pressed the shutter, the officers waved their arms as if they were driving away a noisy bug. But their reaction was limited to this, and they did not appear to be acting aggressively.

In addition to the cameraman in charge of the shooting, there were several people in newspaper uniforms with notebooks and papers. They gathered around the security officer who was protecting the scene, shouting their questions, apparently trying to extract more information about the incident from their mouths.

These people are all reporters from different newspapers, and their current expressions are like hyenas that smell flesh and blood, gathering around the crime scene in order to get first-hand "food". I can't see the thirst for the truth in their eyes, they can only smell the boiling **.

"How long do you bastards want to stay here? Get out of here!"

A familiar roar came from the crowd, and Officer Banksy roared, grabbing a small reporter by the shoulders and pushing him back into the wall of reporters.

"I want to protest! You are obstructing the freedom of the press!" shouted the reporter he pushed away, indignantly, "according to the laws in force in the Empire, we have the right to freedom of interviews and reports. Shouldn't you, the garrison, guarantee the full freedom of the press to gather and disseminate information?"

Perhaps his protest had an effect, and Banks's face became worse and as ugly as a fly. Surrounding reporters clamored and bluffed slogans "Oppose intelligence control, protect press freedom" and demanded more information from Banksy.

"Obstructing the freedom of the press? Your current behavior is obstructing official business! I warn you, if you don't restrain yourself, I can only let you go to prison for a few days under the pretext of obstructing official business!"

Banksy yelled at the reporters in front of him, but what he didn't expect was that the reporters' response to his threats was nothing more than a bombardment of camera flashes.

It looks like Banksy is going to make the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers, and the headline may be "Guards Control Intelligence! What Is the Truth About the Highway Massacre?". This kind of "news" is basically just a sensational headline, but the content has little real value.

With a goal to attract the attention of these hyenas, the security officer in charge of guarding the scene did not need to deal with these reporters, and the work pressure immediately decreased a lot. Curt even saw two security officers look at Banks, who were angry at the reporters, with imperceptible smiles on their faces.

Having an invincible commander can be troublesome in many ways, but when it comes to dealing with things, such a chief can often be useful in strange places. Silently paying tribute to Banks, Curt walked into the scene of the incident from behind the barricades on the other side, which had been tightly sealed by the security officers, and in the open space centered on yesterday's battle arena, Grostide was talking with several of his men.

"Good morning, Mr. Leinster. Seeing Curt approaching, Grostide listlessly raised a hand to greet him. His mental state is much worse now than last night, and there is no doubt that he has been busy all night at the scene, and he has not had a chance to rest.

Curt returned the salute and said, "Good morning, Grostede, I think you should go and rest now." Serious work only makes sense if you are on the premise of maintaining your health. Otherwise, if you fall at the critical moment, you will have no commander under you. ”

"I've been working overtime for five days in a row, but you see......" he shook off the records and files that his subordinates had handed him just now, those texts were stacked on top of each other as thick as a stone brick, not like a job that could be completed lightly, "I won't go to rest until I've got this done." ”

"Working so many days in a row...... It's really hard for you. Curt smiled wryly, Grostide, the security officer, was also a hard worker, and every time he saw it, it was like there was a lot of work waiting for him, "So how is the investigation going, and what are you gaining?"

"There are a little bit of results, but there are some things that need to be investigated further. Grostide let out a sigh of relief, then he flipped through the records in his hand, took out a few photos from them and handed them to Curt, "You are the key person in this incident, and it doesn't hurt to tell you something." ”

The photographs include torn armor from the regular vehicle and marks left on the ground by the monster when it was evacuated, as well as some items that may have been damaged by it.

"According to the information you gave us earlier, the monster attacked with its forearm, and its arm also took on the function of movement. He pointed to a photograph showing the remnants of a regular car roof vandalism, and then to a photo with deep scratches on the ground, saying, "If a qiē is true, we can see that this monster has powerful forelimbs and at the same time has quite hard spines on it." ”

"This is where it ends in its tracks, and the place is simply turned upside down. ”

He then pointed to a photograph taken in the woods, which showed many trees being brutally knocked down, leaving scars on the ground.

He said vaguely unpleasantly: "The problem is that the traces are completely disappeared here." There were no footprints, and no scratches like they had left before. After the monster destroyed everything it could destroy, it was as if it had disappeared into thin air. We don't have any further clues around here. ”

After saying that, Grostide gave Curt another copy of the text: "And this, this is the report made by the medical staff after examining the body he showed yesterday. There is no object on the body that can prove his identity, and we have contacted the Household Registration Bureau about his identity, and the investigation is still ongoing. ”

Curt took the report and skimmed through it for a moment, the details of which were densely packed with jargon on the printed paper. Attached to the long paragraphs of text are photographs of the various parts of the body taken with a camera. In the monotonous picture, the corpse appears even more miserable.

According to their analysis, the deceased died between 16 and 20 p.m. yesterday night, and Curt remembered that he was with Lizzie and the others about the secret society of Danvers who studied ancient spells, which was enough to serve as an alibi.

The body had seven lacerations and thirteen penetrating wounds, most of which were enough to kill, especially the huge disemboweling wound. It's just that the death of this deceased man was not because of these wounds - the man died before he received these "fatal wounds".

"Toxin?"

Curt was a little surprised by this conclusion, he remembered the excessively strong smell of blood that had filled the air at the time, and the smell had gradually subsided when he restrained the monster, and he had thought that it was just the night wind that had blown the blood nearby, and now he thought that maybe it was also the effect of the toxin.

"Yes, it's a very strange toxin, unlike anything that has been used before. As if to affirm Curt's question, Gross nodded vigorously, "The medical staff extracted an unknown toxin in his blood, and these toxins were the real cause of the middle-aged man's death." ”

Tests on samples taken from cadavers have shown that this particular toxin can inactivate the blood and eventually lead to the necrosis of the organs. In fact, many of the organs in this man's body have been robbed, and the remaining organs have also developed a certain degree of excessive decay

The toxin is so powerful that even if it is used for a second time, the residue of a single needle is enough to kill a mouse in a matter of minutes. The materials used to create it have not yet been fully understood, and it is initially speculated that it is the result of a combination of alchemical materials and natural toxins.

"Unexplained toxins...... Can you divide some samples from me?" Curt felt that this toxin was likely the key point in this incident, and tried to ask Grostide for some samples, "I want to use my connections to investigate as much as I can, and I may be able to find out some information." ”

After a moment of silence, he took out a small test tube that was tightly sealed from the small suitcase behind him and handed it to Curt: "It's your unnamed wizard friend again?"

Grostide looked at Curt, who had taken some inscrutable objects from his "Wizard Friend" to analyze them while they were investigating an incident together. He was still a little unsure about it beforehand, but Curt quickly came up with the results of the investigation of the relevant items, which convinced him.

The inscrutable objects played a significant role in the event, and at the end of the day, Grostide asked Curt to get to know his "Wizard Friend", but Curt refused on the grounds that he didn't really want to reveal his identity.

"Seriously, I'd love to get to know that erudite master magician. There were many trivial problems that bothered him at work in the past, and I would like to express my gratitude to him. ”

At the time, even the best sorcerers at the agency couldn't figure it out, but Curt's friends were able to solve it with ease. Therefore, he is still very interested in this mysterious magician, and from time to time he wants Curt to take him to visit the talented magician.

"I'm sorry, but his secrecy is too strict. I mentioned this to him before, and he told me to tell you that you don't need to worry too much, and solving other people's confusion is a necessary cultivation for a wizard. ”

Once again, Curt smiled and declined his request.

Occasionally, he wondered how Grostide would react if he knew that the "learned master sorcerer" he called was actually just a little girl.

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