Lord of the Silver Crow

On the west bank of the Grey Crystal River, South Flame Road, inside an apartment.

"This is ‘lucky’?"

Thinking about the lucky buff that he gave himself before going out, Yago thought with uncertainty.

Probably not... right.

Looking at the dead body in front of him, Yago frowned like Mr. Hardman beside him.

The deceased was a female who had been sealed by throat and had a laparotomy. Her beautiful face was filled with fear.

The ground is full of blood.

The unnatural traces on the corpse and on the ground all show that the deceased had a strong struggle and was tortured before death.

"Charrick, are you sure?"

Mr. Hardman frowned and looked at Charrick with his back to the corpse.

As for Yago, although he had been in contact with the corpse many times during the nearly two months in the Thorn Tree, he had already adapted to such a scene to a certain extent, but this was not his current "ordinary person" status. It should be revealed.

He just listened quietly, without any thoughts of interjecting.

At this moment, among the several police officers wearing police uniforms standing aside, one of them responded to Hardman's question aloud:

"Her family strongly requested to take a photo with the deceased before the burial."

At this time, another police officer who was checking the items for clues snorted:

"According to the church's regulations, at the beginning of the month, on foggy days, if there are dead, they need to be buried before night."

With that said, the police officer continued to sneer and said:

"What age is it, and you still follow these broken regulations. Do you know how much trouble this will bring us to criminal investigation?"

"There is no ghost or something!"

After saying this, he turned his head and glanced at Hardman, his expression was quite contemptuous:

"The guys who believe that photos are facts are stupid, and those who photograph ghosts are real bad guys. You can create a ghost by stacking the negatives twice!"

After the police officer said these words, Yago couldn't help but glance at him.

This sentence may be correct in the world of the previous life, but this is a fantasy world...

In this world, it is normal to have a mysterious side of fantasy, and there is no fantasy but ignorance.

No one refuted his words, and Mr. Hardman, who was faintly mocked as a referent, ignored it.

Because, he knew what the other party said was right--

By stacking and exposing negatives, it is indeed possible to create "ghosts" and to make people who shouldn't appear appear in a certain place.

However, to understand this knowledge...

"Believers of the Steam Church?"

After Mr. Hardman made his judgment, he continued to talk to the police officer who started talking with him:

"When does her family request a group photo?"

"Can it be done in an hour?" The police officer thought for a while and replied.

"Yes." Mr. Hardman thought for a while, nodded, and then glanced at Yago, "Adams, let's get started. I'll set up a camera first, and you can help the corpse."

"No problem." Yago responded sincerely to the employer who was "convinced" by his own reasoning.

After Yago responded, he talked to the police officer about choosing a place to take the photo.

Obviously, the state of the scene is not suitable for taking pictures.

Yago walked towards the corpse of the woman who was ignored by Mr. Hardman and looked a little ugly.

Looking at the blood on the corpse, Yago frowned. He turned to look at the young Charrick who was afraid to face the corpse:

"Mr. Charrick, can you help me find a clean piece of clothing? By the way, I still need a cloth for wiping."

"Ok, no problem!"

Hearing his words, Charrick ran towards the cabinet of the room as if he was about to amnesty.

However, at this moment, the police officer with an ugly face said:

"Are you going to sabotage the scene?"

? ? ?

Yago turned his head and looked at the officer.

The other three police officers in the room all looked at him:

"Bobbys!"

And the one who was talking with Mr. Hardman even said in a reprimanding tone:

"Hold your camera! Get me back! If you miss something! It's your responsibility!"

"Now, tell me! Are the photos of the body finished yet!?"

Hearing these words, Hardman, Yago and others understood the identity of the police officer.

The coroner who inspects the location of the corpse, the location, number, direction and size of the wound, and the coroner who is responsible for photographing and recording the corpse, and the staff who are equally important as forensics.

After being reprimanded, the police officer suffocated a strange sentence:

"Almost! Sir!"

"Then why did you say that it is over!"

"Because I just remembered! Sir!"

"Hurry up then! You idiot!"

"Yes, sir!"

In response to laughter, the reprimanded autopsy officer picked up the head-sized, black box-like "portable camera" from the corner and came to the body.

Before the ugly police officer angered him, Yago had already got up and left the position.

......

at the same time.

Gentlemen's club, in the underground stronghold of the thorn tree.

In the office on the first floor, Bynes glanced over the news of the case that had just been sent by the gray pigeons scattered everywhere, and frowned:

"Nan Huoyan Road, the deceased was a female, and was given a Caesarean section..."

"Ok?"

Bynes turned his head to look at another pile of files next to him, and extracted five or six cases from them:

"No. 36, Old Huoyan Road, the deceased, female, 26 years old, suspected to be a pregnant woman, the cause of death was cut and cesarean..."

"49 Hunter Street, deceased, female, 29 years old, pregnant woman. After being killed, the fetus in the abdomen was taken..."

"..."

"Scarlet Ritual?"

As a member of the thorn tree, as an organization under the church of the goddess of the rose goddess, the goddess of life, he has a considerable understanding of the endless **** sacrifice rituals.

He heard a rumor from a senior.

"Because it is the true **** in the realm of'life', quite a lot of **** sacrifice rituals are formed from the ritual of praying to the goddess through transformation."

Although it is said to be a "rumor," he learned from the top that the weight of this "rumor" has a great impact on him.

After all, before that, the version he had seen was:

"Because the goddess is the true **** in the realm of life, and is the guide of thousands of living beings, almost any prayer that is involved in life can be turned to the goddess."

Although the general meaning of the two is almost the same, the difference in expression will make the meaning of the whole sentence different.

Moreover, this kind of ceremony reminded him of an organization.

"Scarlet Cross"

A cult organization that believes in the goddess of rose.

Their creed is "Goddess is in charge of the lives of all creatures, including other true gods"...

This fanatical organization was initially judged by the thorn tree as the emperor subject to the royal cross of Barcelona. The organization created by the emperor of the blood feast was his work against the Rose Church.

However, it turned out that this organization has a very old history.

It can be traced back to before and after the appearance of the "Black Bell Church".

"Black Bell Church".....

Bynes chewed the terrible name repeatedly.

"Fancy Ball", "Black Bell Church", "Brotherhood of Lanterns", "Freedom Court"...

The Tide Church and the Sun Wheel Church also appeared here, and even the Thorn Tree was disguised and infiltrated by the Extraordinary who appeared to be the Court of Freedom.

What happened in Di Lude City?