The Divine Hunter

"Did you hear any strange noises?" The witcher looked around the dim basement, his eyes passing over the corpses covered with white cloths on the wooden beds, except for the "pop" sound of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh, surrounding Everything was eerily quiet.

He pricked up his ears and listened for a moment, and the sound seemed to disappear completely.

Todd didn't respond either, operating the scalpel intently.

Is it my delusion?

Roy shook his head, kept his eyes open, and came to the side of the corpse's head.

"I'll cooperate with you."

He lifted the corpse's eyelids, and the pupils were completely dilated into a gray color. This kind of eyes only appeared several days after a person's death.

Then I moved the joints of the hands and feet of the corpse. There was no stiffness after death, and it was still very soft, but the body temperature was much lower than the environment.

The time of death is difficult to determine.

The witcher's ears, mouth, and nose were dusty, as if they had been buried in peat, although she couldn't tell from her clean body.

Roy emphasized in his heart.

"Peat, where can I find peat for heating and heating in Nuocheng, this is a key location."

...

On the other side, Todd used a scalpel to cut open the skin of his wrist, and then along his forearm, elbow, and shoulder, he pulled out a blood-colored line, revealing the thin skin. The skin was peeled off on both sides, and it was a piece of scarlet muscle tissue.

But unlike normal corpses, there is no tissue fluid and blood flowing out slowly.

The witcher Anjin's pupils shrank, and in the field of vision, all the blood solidified into a jelly-like shape, tightly adsorbed under the skin.

"Have you ever seen this happen?" Todd paused.

"The venom of the petrified chicken snake had a similar effect," Roy recalled, laying down the other arm of the corpse, "but her blood didn't smell right, and people who had been poisoned with petrified venom had a foul smell of poultry feces in their blood. taste."

The witcher moved closer to the jelly-like blood, the tip of his nose moved, and a faint fragrance poured into his nostrils from the layer of jelly-like blood.

Her blood seemed to be mixed with nectar,

It exudes an attractive fishy sweetness, and there is absolutely no smell of corpse corruption.

"If blood tasted like this, I think vampires would be crazy about it."

"In Elsa's situation, she probably swallowed some witchcraft potion, or her blood was transformed by witchcraft."

Todd heard his chest rise and fall, and he could imagine the pain Elsa was going through.

After a moment of silence.

He continued to dissect the other arm and both thighs, and the tissue under the skin appeared similar.

Aside from the jelly-like appearance of the blood, the muscles, tendons, arteries, and veins were fairly intact, with no visible scars or traces of experimental torture.

Todd took a deep breath, then it was time to check his internal organs.

The scalpel lightly touched this softer layer of skin and suddenly trembled.

But it was the voice of the witcher next to him that disturbed him.

"Hi... It's so cold!" Roy couldn't help rubbing his hands, feeling that the temperature in the entire basement suddenly dropped several degrees. It was originally about ten degrees, but now it is estimated to be only one or two degrees, or even close to zero.

Even if the witcher is stronger than normal people, it is a little uncomfortable.

But there was no wind, and the air seemed to freeze suddenly.

"Master, can you keep quiet?"

Roy shrugged his shoulders and stopped shaking, "Of course, I promise I won't bother you again."

Yet he was wary.

His eyes flickered from time to time.

At the same time began to miss Golphin Raven in the saddlebag.

Thinking about whether to summon him or not, to send a sentry to myself.

Todd controlled the scalpel to slash diagonally along the uppermost parts of the left and right chests of the corpse. The two incisions met at the center of the ribs, and then dragged down the central line until the belly button. line.

The knife edge on the front of the corpse presents a "Y" shape.

"Give me the rib opener."

Roy handed over the enlarged version of the locking pliers in the appliance tray, and Todd aimed it right at the rib and squeezed hard.

"Crack-"

In the morgue, the torches hanging on the walls and columns went out without warning. The two were taken aback, and Roy tensed up like a big cat in an instant, bent his knees, and made a defensive posture.

But in less than a second, the fire was rekindled, and the light re-illuminated every corner of the basement.

Nothing has changed, the body is lying still, and Todd is still holding the rib opener.

"I don't think it's right, why don't you call Letho and Oaks, or continue tomorrow morning?" the witcher strongly suggested.

"It's okay, don't stop."

Todd had a stubborn look on his face, and placed half of his lost rib on a nearby plate while aiming for the other half.

"Well, Aisha has been transformed by witchcraft experiments, and there must be chaotic energy left in her body. Maybe this part of the residual energy was released just now."

Roy said something comforting to himself, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Quasimodo? Didn't he get off work?"

One door, two doors, three doors, the intricate structure of the morgue is divided into several rooms from the inside out, and they are located in the deepest room.

Only the outermost iron door was closed before.

The rest of the doors are open.

After Roy ran to the outermost door to open the door, he found that there was no one outside the door, only the firelight flickered, and the needle fell quietly in the dark space.

The two guards on duty were still missing.

"Damn it!" Roy mentally locked the weapon in the space and muttered back to Todd as if nothing had happened. This time he didn't close the door.

Todd was holding a dark-brown fan-shaped tissue to observe.

That's the lungs.

The lungs, which were supposed to be smooth, had severe blackening, with black tissue fluid and growths covering the entire surface of the lungs like a cobweb.

Tao De's face was full of astonishment. Under normal circumstances, this kind of situation would only appear in the body of an old smoker who has been in it for more than ten years. And Elsa is less than twenty years old, which is impossible.

"Could it be tuberculosis?"

Roy's fingers dipped some black tissue under his nose and sniffed, "It's not tuberculosis, it's burns! There is a scorching smell, about half cooked."

"..."

"Okay, I'm serious. But with this level of lung damage, I can probably imagine that the deceased must have burns all over the body, but the surface is actually intact."

The two were even more puzzled.

Todd gritted his teeth and cut out all the internal organs, including the heart, liver, spleen, and carefully examined it.

Unsurprisingly. The heart, spleen, and liver had similar burns to the lungs.

"It appears that this is the cause of death."

What is the reason, the surface of Aisha's body is intact, but the internal organs are burned?

Is the body surface intact?

"Wait, I'll take a closer look."

The witcher snatched the knife from Todd's hand and, incredulously, examined the skin on one side of his chest that had been peeled away. Cut the fat and muscle, and separate the skin from that jelly-like layer of blood.

Then he was stunned—

A black ink mark appeared on the skin.

Following the ink marks, the two of them spread their skin in half to both sides of their chests, and fell into extreme shock.

From the front chest to the back, a huge pattern was clearly drawn on the whole piece of skin that had been removed—a clock-like disc surrounded by black cone-shaped tentacles, like the black rays radiating from the sun.

The disc is engraved with dense and indiscernible black fonts.

And the most striking ancient numbers in the central row.

"1271..." The ancient language mastered by the witcher made him recognize these numbers, and he subconsciously read it out, "Mature month, the 40th day."

"Master, what is the significance of this date?"

"September 9, 1271. Not the day Elsa disappeared more than two months ago." The witcher tried his best to distinguish the remaining obscure words that filled his skin.

"Damn it! What the hell did the murderer do to her?!" Todd's face was full of blue veins, and he wanted to go crazy. He had been traveling for more than ten years, and he could barely recognize the numbers in the pattern, but the rest of the eyes were dark. , completely incomprehensible.

He could only be in a hurry.

"Be quiet, Todd." The witcher rubbed his temples in distress, and he vaguely recognized a small part of the text in the pattern. This kind of writing has some points of intersection and differences with the ancient language and common language he has mastered, the Nilfgaardian language that he has understood, and the old prophecy.

But he had seen this text in the library of the Temple of Meritelli - from the extinct species, the Wozgers and the Doks.

It's a pity that the time was too short, and he learned far from enough Woziger characters. There were hundreds of characters in the pattern, and he only knew less than fifty of them.

Can only recall and guess.

"I see. This old pile of writing records a ritual."

There was a look of horror in the witcher's eyes.

"ceremony?"

"Sin, sin, forgive me, Elsa."

Moaning in a low voice, Roy followed suit the next moment, and quickly cut open the skin of the two palms, the soles of the two feet, as well as the scalp and abdomen of the corpse.

A total of six parts and six pieces of skin are recorded with six lines of different characters as black as ink.

Among the occult knowledge Roy acquired, the six-pointed star had many meanings.

Such as summoning alien creatures.

There are also theories of dark worship.

Of course, there are many other ceremonies in which the six-pointed star formation appears.

"What's written on it?"

"Curse...born on a lightless day..."

Roy stammered and tried to decipher the meaning of these six sentences,

Immediately, the scalp tingled.

"Lightless day, refers to a solar eclipse, born on a lightless day," Todd said solemnly, "Isn't that a girl like Aisha who bears the curse of the dark sun?"

left hand.

"Torture...Despair is the mother of destruction..." Roy continued to read, his internal organs were burned by flames, which was undoubtedly a cruel torture.

"Is the anatomy work we are doing now also a form of torture?" Todd couldn't help but be stunned.

Suddenly there was some regret, but it was over, and they had to go on and figure it out.

The interpretation work goes to the next step.

right hand.

"Desecration... innocence must be polluted..."

"So the murderer is eyeing her because she still maintains her purity. Destruction of her purity is also part of the ritual."

Todd was silent, his eyes were bloodshot, trying to suppress the anger in his chest.

Left foot.

"Sacrifice...the living must be put to death..."

As for the text on the right foot, the witcher really didn't recognize it.

And finally the text on the belly.

"Hunting... the dead turn into claws..."

"Go ahead, Master, what did you say at the end?"

"Rebirth..."

"Resurrection of the dead..."

"So," the witcher realized, "I think I know who killed the coroner." Half of the coroner's scalp was bitten off, and he found a tuft of black hair in the mouth of the half-elf's corpse. gives the answer.

The murderer used nails, teeth, punches, and everything.

A madman, what could be more mad than a dead man rising up?

"Wait, there's one last sentence? Master, look..."

"Um... absorbing... mature? Sorry, I can't recognize this sentence completely."

There is an archaic word behind this obscure text.

The last character of the witcher swept away, and his face suddenly solidified, becoming extremely ugly.

"Matigull..."

"Martio Sikura, a collection?!"

Roy's pupils shrunk into a slit, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

Then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

It turned out that after escaping from the Temple Island laboratory, this guy——

"Bastard, you are still hiding in Nuocheng!"

"boom!"

As if in response to the witcher's guess, the outermost iron door was slammed shut by something from the outside, with such force that the entire morgue trembled slightly.

"Ding ding..."

"Ding ding..."

Immediately afterwards, the continuous bell rang.

The witcher and Todd froze.

In the morgue, the deceased lying under the white cloth all sat up from the plank in an instant.

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