Soon, the previous knight dragged Jura's body out and returned to the living room. He went straight to the bottom of the stairs without noticing. If he turned his head and looked up at the top of the stairs, he would see a distorted face.
He bent down and quickly pulled out another body. It was a middle-aged man. His chest was pierced by a table leg. There were many scars on his body. His eyes were wide open.
When he was dragged past the entrance of the staircase, the young knight felt a little uncomfortable holding his breath. He exhaled lightly and suddenly felt something. He turned his head to look at the staircase, but it was empty. There was only a beam of light shining from the window at the top of the staircase, reflecting on the steps and dust floating in the light.
He was relieved. It was just an illusion. He thought someone was here!
He didn't dare to delay any longer. He grabbed the male corpse and continued to move it. In this dark room, where there were only corpses, even though he had been influenced by the Holy Church, he still felt a little scared. His hair stood on end, as if there were invisible ghosts staring at him in the dark.
Soon, the second body was moved out. He quickly ran back, bent down and stood up. This time he did not drag the body on the ground. It was a child, eight or nine years old. The child's eyes were gouged out and one of his hands was broken. He died miserably.
He carried the child's rotten leg, held his breath, and left quickly. He did not notice Dean, who had appeared at the staircase next to him.
"Captain, the body has been moved out." A voice came from outside the door.
"Oh, I'm coming." There was a response from the carriage outside the manor, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached. "Ugh, it stinks!"
"Yes, the body is like this. How many days has it been since he died?" The youth who had moved the body said from the mask.
The previous captain said: "Don't worry about it. It is too smelly. Quickly put it in the body bag."
"Captain, aren't we doing this job together?"
"Go to hell! Do you want to die? I told you to do it!"
While the two were talking at the door, Dean slowly walked down the stairs step by step. His mouth was closed, and there was no expression on his face. Shrouded in darkness, his face could not be seen clearly. He did not make the slightest sound as he walked. When he reached the last step of the stairs, he slowly turned his head and looked at the living room where the youth had previously dragged the corpse. Suddenly, he saw a hellish picture.
In the messy living room, there were putrid bloodstains everywhere.
It seemed like a chaotic battle had broken out in the living room. All the decorations had been knocked over, and there were a few large pools of blood on the floor. One of the largest was beside the table, and it was obviously the place where Gray's chest had been pierced.
Dean's eyes were dark, without a trace of fluctuation, as if all the flames reflected in his eyes would be swallowed by the darkness. He looked at them silently. His rich hunting experience was automatically organized in his mind. Through the bloodstains on the ground, he seemed to vaguely see the shadows of Jura and the others when they were alive. He could see the scene of the riot and death.
Three people were struggling. Jura was tied up. There was more than one person at the scene.
Obviously, even a blind person could see that this was not a suicide, but an extremely brutal killing!!
He slowly walked closer and turned his head to look around. Judging from the familiar rotten smell of the corpses, the time of death of the three people was not one or two days, but at least half a month.
Now it was the middle of the black snow season, and the temperature was extremely low, but he could still smell such a strong stench. It could be seen that they had died for a long time.
Who killed them?
Dean's eyes were dark and empty, without the slightest killing intent or anger, but a kind of seeping silence.
"It stinks. Let's go. I don't have an appetite for breakfast." At this time, the captain's voice and footsteps came from outside the door.
Dean slowly turned his head and looked at the two people leaving through the gap of the window. The youth who had previously dragged the corpses was carrying three body bags, and said to the captain in front of him: "Captain, this should be a vendetta. They died so miserably. Why did you say it was suicide?"
"Shut up! You talk too much!" The captain in front of him said angrily: "This is the matter of the higher ups. If the higher ups say it was suicide then it was suicide. Are you the judge or are they the judge? We just do our job. If you want to promote, you have to talk less. You have to learn to turn a blind eye to a lot of things. Otherwise, you can only be a corpse carrier in this life. "
"Turn a blind eye? Captain, do you think this is an injustice? "
"Are you looking for a beating?"
"Yes, yes, I won't ask."
The two put the body bags in the car and drove away.
Dean took back his eyes, his figure slightly flashed and disappeared from the living room.
The next moment, his figure appeared in the nearby manor 73 and knocked on the door.
The door was opened, and a strong man came out. He squinted at Dean: "Who are you looking for?"
"I heard that the family next door had an accident. Do you know when it happened?" Dean asked, his voice was hoarse.
When the strong man heard this, his face sank: "It's none of your business!" He said, and tried to close the door, but he couldn't.
Dean raised his hand to hold the door. His deep black eyes shot out two cold lights. The strong man shivered. He felt that the temperature of the air suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. It was so cold that he wanted to shiver.
"Tell me what you know." Dean said word by word.
The strong man swallowed his saliva. He felt as if there was an invisible death scythe on his neck. He said in a trembling voice: "I, I really don't know. I only know that half a month ago, it was raining. It seemed that a group of people came to the house. At that time, I heard loud screams, and then for a long time afterwards, I didn't see the family appear. Until recently, a passerby smelled the smell of rotten corpses and reported the matter to the magistrate. When the magistrate arrived yesterday to investigate, I learned that the whole family committed suicide by poison."
"Half a month ago …" Dean suddenly remembered something. His mouth slightly trembled. Half a month ago, he looked for Jura to treat him …
He was silent. After a moment, he slowly turned around and said: "Don't tell anyone that I asked you. Otherwise, your family will also commit suicide by poison!"
The strong man's legs trembled. He saw from Dean's eyes that the other side was not joking. He said in a trembling voice: "I, I won't talk about it."
Dean glanced at the direction where the carriage left. His figure flashed and disappeared like a phantom.
The strong man saw this scene and was scared to the point of screaming. He raised his hand to cover his mouth. He didn't dare to make a sound. He hurriedly closed the door tightly. He made up his mind to immediately move away from this unlucky and dangerous place.
It didn't take long for Dean to track the previous carriage.
Perhaps it was because of the corpses in the carriage, the carriage did not travel along the commercial streets. Instead, it drove to a remote path in the suburbs. At this moment, snowflakes were gradually falling from the sky, and the secluded path became even more desolate. When the carriage moved, it made squeaking sounds, as if the skeletons of the dead were chewing something.
Dean followed them from a distance. Soon he understood where they were going to drag the bodies of Jura and her husband.
Ten minutes later, the carriage came in front of a towering snow-capped mountain. The mountainside was covered with black snow. The top of the mountain was covered with brown stones.
This was one of the three major volcanoes in the outer wall area. It was also a natural crematorium in the commercial district.
The cemetery was expensive in the commercial district. Most of the ordinary people couldn't afford it. They didn't dare to dirty the public land. So they cremated the corpses of their relatives in the Shiva Volcano. 'Shiva Volcano' meant 'heaven' in the ancient language. It was the blessing of the people to be buried here.
The carriage arrived outside the Shiva Volcano. Two knights took out the three body bags from the carriage and carried them to the volcano.
Dean followed them like a ghost.
The two of them seemed to be a little tired after carrying the body bag halfway. The captain looked back at the young knight who was gasping for breath. He thought for a moment and said: "Forget it, let's find a magma pool nearby and bury them."
The young knight was relieved and followed the captain to find a magma pool nearby.
There were a few stone tombstones around the magma pool, and they were all crooked.
The captain said: "Throw them here."
The young knight threw the body bags into the magma pool.
Dean looked at them in the dark. His eyes were cold, and his fingers slightly clenched into fists, but he did not move. With his strength, it would be effortless to kill these two people. But if these two people died, his identity would inevitably be exposed, and everything would be over.
He was so angry that his heart trembled, yet he had to endure it. What kind of feeling was this?
How much anger was there in life that could be vented in time?
How much grievances could be turned into the deepest hatred?
In the blink of an eye, the three body bags were thrown into the slowly flowing magma pool. But they didn't sink. The depth of the magma pool seemed to be very shallow.
"Let's go. It's so hot." The captain waved his hand as he wanted to fan himself.
The young knight looked at the slowly sinking body bags and followed them.
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