Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 39

2021-02-07

Chapter 39 Autopsy Report
Lieutenant Colonel Field, who spit out all his bile, is obviously not in the mood to return to the Army Headquarters, the lieutenant colonel now smells that his whole body is full of odors, and now he just wants to go home and clean up.

He led his dark horse and instructed Winters as he walked: "Take these two files back to the gendarmerie, let Moluc file them, and let him transcribe two more copies."

From Lu Lu The side drainage ditch walked back to the rammed earth road, the lieutenant colonel turned on his horse, looked at Winters, who was just as miserable as him, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are very good today, and you did not embarrass the army. Give the file to Moluc. After that, you can also go home directly, take a good shower, and get some sleep, it was really hard enough today."

After saying this, Field clamped his legs on the horse's belly, swung his whip, and galloped away, it seemed that went straight home.

Although as a pragmatist, Winters deep in one's heart thinks there is no point in earning face this way. But being praised verbally by his boss made him a little happy.

Warrant Officer Montagne, a rookie with a relatively low threshold for the time being, checked the two files in the saddlebag, and after confirming that they were all complete, he also mounted his horse and headed straight for the Army Headquarters.

Returned the horse, returned to the gendarmerie, and handed the file to Moluc, the blond scribe, but Winters did not go straight home. While Moluc buried his head in copying the dossier, he took the autopsy report and sat on the bench to read it carefully.

Although Winters did not know the specifics, he judged from the words of the customs officer Lope that the task of investigating the pier assassination had obviously been handed over to Lieutenant Colonel Field.

If this is the case, even if the lieutenant colonel does not speak, he thinks that he should try to understand the relevant information.

Another reason is that, as a witness to this case, or even a Number One Person card, he very much wanted to know what the customs found.

The autopsy report of the customs is very detailed. The three passengers with complete corpses all died of sharp weapon wounds, punctured many important organs, and eventually died of massive internal bleeding. The doctor in charge of the autopsy speculated that the sharp weapon should have been a narrow-blade straight weapon.

The coroner has some ability, Winters thought. He recalled that the one-handed sword in the hands of the black robed man was as flexible as a poisonous snake.

As for the specific weapon, the coroner believed that the one with the greatest probability was the Rapier.

A Swift Sword? Winters had heard of the weapon in military school, but he had never seen the real thing.

He continued to look down, only one of the three passengers who were supposed to be escorts died from the frontal wound, and the other two suffered fatal wounds in the side and rear.

Winters pondered: the one who died from the frontal injury should be the one who was attacked by sneak attack at first, and the other two died from the side and rear, indicating that these guards sword techniques are also good, black robed man one-on-one There's no way to get rid of them quickly.

The rest of the autopsy report is a few scattered things such as height and hair color.

The coroner determined that the three men were between 25 and 30 years old, based on factors such as tooth wear. The body is strong and the body is in good shape. From these two points, the social class will not be very low. At least normally you can always eat meat, because eating wheat flour alone can not grow this kind of muscle.

The coroner concluded: "The three deceased had hard calluses on their hands and palms. Considering that the three dead were obviously not farmers who needed to work, these calluses should be traces left by years of weapon practice. From this, it is speculated that the three deceased should be mercenaries, or craftsmen and merchants who were rich enough to have time to practice weapons, or maybe...”

The text ends abruptly at the “maybe” place. Stopped, the back part was smeared out with ink.

When copying documents by hand, there will always be typos, and it is normal to smear them. When Moluc transcribes, he will naturally ignore the tick marks, and the newly transcribed documents will end at "Craftsmen and Merchants". And this document is obviously the original handwritten by the coroner.

Winters couldn't see what was being smeared out, but he could guess what the coroner meant - soldiers.

The word soldier is even a bit biased, and a more accurate description would be "officer".

The soldiers at the bottom usually had a hard time, and they wouldn't have the pampered demeanor of the few passengers. The officers fit the description of practicing cold weapons all year round and eating well.

The coroner had written the officer on the report as one of the speculations, but Customs, apparently not wanting to make any extra fuss, painted it out.

It would be good if there was conclusive evidence. Without conclusive evidence, the three deceased were said to be officers, and the Army, who had been detaining the trainee officers for no reason, was not allowed to fry?
Winters began to understand a little why the case was being passed on to the Army.

Winters would also be snort disdainfully if he hadn't witnessed the whole incident at the first scene, and had seen to the customs that the three might be officers.

But he kept thinking about the traveler who could use the deflector, because the musket was not accurate, so Winters didn't dare to conclude that the shot must be the effect of the deflector, but He has been holding the string in his heart.

"Do you want to report this information to Lieutenant Colonel Field?" Winters raised his forehead and thought, feeling a little headache: "But I have promised to discuss this matter privately with Major Moritz."

If that person is really an Army sorcerer officer, the nature of this matter is very serious.

The identity of an officer is already sensitive enough. Who would do such a thing when an officer is killed in the street? And dead or sorcerer? The dangerous smell of this case was more pungent than the stench of a customs morgue.

If that person is not a sorcerer officer in the Army, the nature of the matter...is more serious.

This means that either the results of the Magic Warfare Bureau have been stolen from the outside world, and the thieves have also cultivated sorcerers who can use the high-level spell of deflection;
Or... that name The dead traveler was a legendary court mage, and I had never heard of anyone else using magic. But could the court mages be killed so easily?
The more he thought about it, the more headaches he had, he decided to keep his mouth shut until Lieutenant Colonel Field didn't ask. Because he still trusts Major Moritz more than Field.

And since you don't ask, I don't mean to hide it if I don't.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel resentment: "Didn't you agree to have a secret discussion together? As a result, why did this guy play disappear? After returning home, I have to ask my uncle if he knows if the major is here now. Where."

From the autopsy report, there is nothing unusual about the suspected sorcerer, and the three have no tattoos or obvious scars.

As for the passenger who was broken into several pieces, although the coroner did not give a cause of death, Winters knew that his cause of death was that he was stabbed through the left flank with a short blade by an assassin, and the explosion only accelerated his death and destroyed it. Dropped the corpse.

But for some reason, Winters always has some incongruity, like something strange.

He went over the autopsy report again to make sure he didn't miss anything. But still can't figure out where the inconsistency comes from.

Moluc had already finished copying the Customs Guard Division's investigation file, and remained silent, waiting for Winters to read the autopsy report. Winters exchanged documents with the scribe apologetically, and proceeded to read the investigation file.

And the investigation file is actually shorter than the autopsy report.

The idea of the Customs Guard Division is simple and rude, and they started to check who Assassin was, but assassins all wore masks and cloaks, and no one had seen Assassin's face.

Assassin seems to be unable to find out who it is for the time being, so let's check where Assassin went? According to small vendors near the pier, the assassin escaped eastward along the main road on a black carriage.

Since you know that the carriage is black and you know where to go, you can do the rest.

The Veneta people like gorgeous style, so pure black carriage is not too common, only some carriages will use this kind of carriage.

But the investigation by the Customs and Security Department encountered difficulties again. They followed the route of assassin's escape and asked the shops along the way. They found that after six or seven blocks, no one had an impression of this carriage. Will you care about a mediocre carriage on the road?
When the guards detailed the characteristics of the carriage and asked them over and over again, the vendors seemed to remember the carriage. But the whereabouts given was myriad, and a few people even swore to see the carriage not coming out of the dock, but going to the dock.

In this regard, Mr. Lope believes that these testimonies are not credible, simply because the customs investigators described the carriage in too much detail and the inquiries were too strong, which induced the confessions of the vendors along the street.

Since you don't know who the murderer is, how about finding out who the deceased is? But the sailors of the Skua had no idea who the dead were.

I wanted to ask the captain for a question, but found that the captain was only the acting captain, and the original captain was still floating on the sea with the Good Luck, act recklessly.

The final result of the investigation was that the assassin could not be found, the carriage could not be found, and there were several more bodies in the port, but no one knew who the dead were.

Winters also had to admit that, as Lope said, this case was a mess, almost a dead-end case, and whoever took over would have a headache. No wonder Lieutenant Colonel Field was so angry in his office today. curse.

However, Winters, as a live witness, also has his own intelligence advantages. He found out that the people at customs had yet to find out: the blown-up passenger was actually shot and killed by a docker disguised as a dock worker.

And apparently, assassin is also mixed into the dockers, these assassins are not masked, maybe they can become breakthrough mouths.

And the army warrant officers were all at the dock that day, and there were many witnesses. Maybe other warrant officers also noticed some valuable information that day.

After reading the two files, Winters got up and moved his stiff body. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't fully thanked Ben Venuto for saving him from the water.

On the day they returned to Hailan, the two agreed to meet in the evening, but Winters was admitted to the customs prison that night, and it has not been met until now.

Thinking of this, Winters felt that taking advantage of today's opportunity, he went home and changed his clothes and cleaned himself. When the dockers are off at a later date, go to Benvenuto's house to find Benwei.

He said goodbye to Moluc and went home.

---the dividing line---

Winters returned home, and the daytime servant, who was not at home, opened the door for him. Kesha was sitting on a bench in the parlour, with a small basket on her lap, doing a little embroidery.

The Great General was sleeping beside her, but was woken up by the sound of the door opening. He sat up vigilantly and looked towards the direction of the person who came. Seeing that it was Winters, he was lying down again.

Seeing her nephew come home, Kesha happily put down the needle and thread in her hand, got up and greeted her: "How was the first day of apprenticeship, where did the knife come from?...Oh, you're going here. Where is it? It smells weird."

"Is it? Does it really smell? I thought it was just my hallucination." Winters replied with a smile, avoiding corpses, murders, etc. Content: "The knife was lent to me by Lieutenant Colonel Field. He said that soldiers must carry swords. Today, Lieutenant Colonel and I went to a particularly smelly place."

"Change your clothes, Take a good bath." Kesha wrinkled her nose and called to the servant: "Mother Marita, please help Winters Young Master prepare some hot water."

"Don't bother old mama, I Just take a cold bath, I always take cold baths in the military school, I'm used to it." Winters is not willing to cause trouble to others.

"The well water is too cold, and you will get sick." Kesha ignored Winters' advice and motioned for the maid to continue to boil the water.

She suddenly said happily: "How about you accompany me to the Meiwa's house [a famous tailor shop in Hailan City]? I haven't been there for a while. I have to make some new clothes for you. , look at you, you can't wear anything other than military uniforms."

The thought of going to the tailor's shop made Kesha's eyes light up, and she didn't know why she was so happy.

But Winters subconsciously wanted to refuse: "I have this military uniform and it's good enough. I'm not used to wearing casual clothes. I'm still used to wearing boots."

"How about that? If you don't have decent clothes, others will laugh at you." Kesha knew that her nephew didn't like to dress up since she was a child, so she had to push it along: "Just leave it alone, just follow me, It won't take you too long. I led him to make your uncle's clothes, so go and take a shower."

Although Winters found it troublesome, he couldn't find it. For any reason to reject my aunt. He estimated the time. Now that Benwei is still working on the dock, it won't take too long for him and his aunt to go to the tailor's shop. When they come back, they can just go to Benwei directly and nodded.

>Seeing that Wintersage's nod

Winters' mind is all about the case on the dock now, and his gut tells him that there must be a key point he hasn't figured out, but the point seems to be separated by a thick layer. Like thick leather, it's hard to feel or see.

He hurriedly took a cold shower, then went back to his room and changed into a clean cadet uniform. Winters will continue to wear the cadet uniform until the end of his apprenticeship, and he will not be able to wear the lieutenant's uniform until he has officially attained the rank of second lieutenant.

When Winters finished bathing and changing clothes and went downstairs, Kesha did not meet in the living room downstairs. Winters pushed open the door, and the carriage was waiting at the door, and his aunt wasn't in the car.

Where is Auntie? Winters was very puzzled.

Winters' uncle did not use soldiers as servants like some high-level officers did. Except for the old mama, the servants in the family throughout childhood were all hired from outside, and Major General Antonio's orderly was not. into the yard.

The stables in the Serbian Mansion are not large, and they are all taken care of by a highlander in his fifties, who has two functions as a groom and a coachman.

But Winters didn't know him. During the time when Winters went to the military academy in Union Province, the original driver left and this person was replaced.

Winters suddenly felt he could ask the driver for information on the carriage, and he politely greeted the driver, who was flattered and took off his hat.

“May I ask you something?” Winters asked with a smile.

"You said, Young Master, you can ask." The driver repeatedly nodded.

The driver's seat is very high, and Winters has to raise his head and say, "Do you know any other carrier in Hailan City?"

"Know a little, there is a lot between carriers. Get to know a little." The coachman blinked and added: "There are a lot of us Paratus here as coachmen."

"Are there many black carriages in the city? Cars with black paint and silver edges, How many?"

"I don't know, cars like this are not very common, but there should be some. There are some Puritans who don't like too beautiful decoration, hey, those guys don't have anything I like it." The coachman was clearly disdainful of the Puritans.

Puritan, Winters grabbed a point and repeated it a few times in his mind.

"What if I'm looking for a car with black paint and silver trim right now?" Winters continued.

The coachman scratched his head: "I don't know. Do you want to rent a car or buy one? If you rent it, I can help you go to my brother and ask about it."

"What would a brother be?" Winters heard a new term.

The driver knew that he had made a blunder, and said with a smile: "Did I say something? I mean, you can ask a few carry-on companions. "

Seeing that the driver was hiding, Winters stared at him and asked word by word, "If I want the carriage to disappear, will the brother you mentioned help?" "

The driver didn't dare to look at Winters, he avoided Winters' eyes, and said with a wry smile: "I really don't know this, I'm just a bitter haha, you just treat me as nothing I said, can you? "

It's "don't know", not "can't", Winters has got the answer he wants.

Thanks to the social justice king for the recommendation ticket, and thanks to the book friend 20181013204343295 Thank you book friend 20170726153222839 for the recommendation ticket. Let my four cats bow to you in the air.

(end of this chapter)