Alien world

Chapter 1036 Chapter 267. Seems Just an Interlude
The corpse was that of an adult male. His complexion was ashen, his broken and uncovered fingernails were filled with dirt, and his ferocious expression lacked the peacefulness of a deceased person.

It can be seen that he was tortured by pain and despair before his death.

"Can you tell the time of death?" Annan asked Maria.

"No more than a month."

It was too early, and it had rotted before freezing. The man could only have been buried in the cemetery recently.

"Ask the city guards in charge of the area if anyone has gone missing recently."

This is the job of the city guards, but Renato is the Minister of Military Affairs, and his city guards are the same as Annan’s city guards.

"You want to care?"

"I don't have time. Please ask my men who is willing to investigate."

Maria asked around and a ranger named Terry volunteered.

"I'll leave it to you. Don't worry about causing trouble. The entire Purification Court and the City Guards are your backers. Oh, and bring Martin with you."

"Uh……"

Who in Liberty City hasn’t heard Martin’s story?
"The body he found might be able to provide some help."

"Oh……"

Terry, who had a dream of solving a crime since childhood, excitedly left with the frozen corpse. Annan thought for a moment, "How about I send a popsicle to the Iron Girl?"

“What’s a popsicle?”

“It’s freezing point.”

The people of the North would mix butter, honey, and water into a sticky mixture and freeze it outdoors to eat. However, it was not the people of the North who invented the freezing point, but Wilhelm and his group of wizards who could invent anything for pleasure.

"If she knew that you saw the corpse and thought of Freezing Point, she would make you fall down again."

Annan shrugged: "Just don't let her know."

……

Terry goes to the cemetery where Martin dug up the body.

The cemetery was surrounded by civilian areas, so it had not been well maintained. There was only an old gravekeeper, and a low, crooked fence surrounding it.

Martin found the body behind a broken fence at the edge of the cemetery, where the digging tools and pits were still there. The gravekeeper stood in the distance and saw a group of soldiers and did not dare to come over.

Terry couldn't help but sigh: Martin is worthy of his name. He can even find a dead body hidden here.

It’s best not to ask how you found out…

Terry jumped into the pit. Fortunately it was winter and he couldn't smell the stench of decay.

Terry crouched down to move the row of legs standing outside away so as not to block the light.

The pit was about one meter deep and was dug with a shovel, so we can rule out the involvement of a mage. There were also some bloody scratches on the pit wall, which matched the dirt under the nails of the deceased. There were many scratches, which seemed to indicate that the deceased had held on for quite some time, although he still could not escape.

Only warriors have such physical strength.

There were no more clues in the pit. Terry climbed up and checked the pile of excavated soil. The soil was mixed with some ice crystals. He asked someone to shovel a shovel of soil from a distance, but there were no ice crystals... It seemed that the murderers poured a bucket of water after burying the soil to accelerate the freezing of the soil.

That’s right, there was more than one murderer, or at least more than one person buried the body.

Terry looked back and saw that outside the broken fence was the back of a street. Few people came here on weekdays, so the time could not be limited to at night.

"Let's call over the gravekeeper who has been watching the show for half a day." Terry said.

Two soldiers walked over and soon brought over the gravekeeper who looked resistant.

Terry pointed to the body lying nearby and asked, "Do you know him?"

The gravekeeper took one look and quickly looked away, shaking his head.

"Let me ask you another question. Who buried him?"

"I don't know..." The gravekeeper continued to shake his head.

"You really don't know?" Terry asked playfully.

The frozen soil was as hard as stone. It would take several soldiers two or three hours to dig such a deep pit, and the noise would be great. "I... I have poor hearing, what did you say?" The gravekeeper listened.

Terry took out a coin in his hand, flicked it with his thumb, and a silver light fell on the stone behind him, making a crisp sound unique to coins.

The gravekeeper turned around suddenly, then froze there, then slowly turned around and saw Terry's smug smile.

"Well... I'm old and can only hear some sounds clearly." The gravekeeper was still quibbling.

Terry suddenly said, "Who is the deceased to you?"

"I, I don't know..."

"You panicked when you saw the corpse, and your eyes were evasive..." Terry took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. "I'm curious, is a cemetery guard afraid of corpses?"

"because……"

"Did they warn you?"

The gravekeeper stopped talking.

"You're not afraid of us, but you're afraid of a bunch of murderers?"

"Because...because..."

"Because they are unscrupulous, right?" After finding a breakthrough, Terry no longer hesitated: "Tell us who they are and we will protect you."

The old gravekeeper gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind: "Give me three gold coins and fourteen silver coins, and I will tell you the murderer..."

"Why three gold coins and fourteen silver coins?"

"My granddaughter is sick...she needs medical attention..."

Three gold coins and fourteen silver coins are for medical treatment.

Terry thought about it, shook his head and said, "I can't give you money, but you can let us treat your sick granddaughter."

"This……"

"At least we are more trustworthy than those murderers."

The old gravekeeper didn't believe them. How many people in the new capital were eaten up by these official bandits? But now he could only hope that these soldiers who were investigating the case still had a sense of justice.

He narrated slowly: time went back to the late night half a month ago, when Annan had not yet come to the new capital. The atmosphere in the new capital was still that the nobles and the rich did whatever they wanted, while the poor struggled to survive.

The gravekeeper, who was burning wood for warmth in the shed, heard some noise in the cemetery, so he looked out the window. He saw a light at the edge of the cemetery and a number of shadowy figures gathered around, waving spades and shovels.

Who would dig a hole and bury a body in the middle of the night?

The gravekeeper didn't dare to go over and hid in the hut, pretending he knew nothing.

Those people were busy for more than an hour before they left.

"So you don't know who the murderer is?"

"I know……"

The old gravekeeper had a plan. He pretended to take a break and turned off the lights, but he was actually watching from behind the window. When they left, he saw that the people holding the lights had no little fingers on their right hands!

There is no little finger...the scope has been narrowed down to the point where the murderer can almost be identified.

Terry whistled: "We have found the murderer. Let's go back and report to Master Ormose."

"My granddaughter..."

"Don't worry, I didn't forget."

Terry followed the gravekeeper to the cabin and saw the little girl lying on the bed with a high fever.

The fire was burning brightly and the cabin was warm, at the cost of burning dozens of pounds of firewood a day, but it was all worth it for the only family I had.

Terry carried the little girl on his back and said to the gravekeeper, "You come with us."

"I...I want one too?" The old gravekeeper backed away a little.

"Who knows if the murderer has spies watching this place? You don't want them to break in and kill you right after we leave, do you?"

(End of this chapter)