Chapter 375 Dead Bird

Seeing Clayton silent, Julius hesitated for a moment and did not try to stick his head into the window to observe.

Clayton's face inevitably reminded him of what happened last night. The small window in the kitchen gave him the feeling that it was the mouth of a werewolf extending outward, and he did not want to put his neck close to it.

But not all traces had been eliminated. Clayton spoke again: "This guy is not the owner of this house. The original resident has been killed by him. The body should be hidden somewhere in the house. I can still smell it."

"Where?"

Clayton's face disappeared from the kitchen. Julius turned to the front door and entered the house. He saw him in the hall, using his arms to move a wooden barrel away from its original position. When the barrel was moved away, a door with a pull ring was revealed below.

"This may be an escape route converted from a cellar, with an opening at the other end." He said, a weak airflow sprayed out from the gap of the cellar door, and another smell of blood and flesh made his nose itchy.

Pulling open the door on the floor, they lit a candle and went down to the bottom.

The space here is very small, less than 20 square meters, and next to some piled up sundries, tools and wooden barrels, a narrow corridor was dug out of the wall. There was no need to go further in. With the light of the candle, they could see two bodies lying in a huge pool of blood not far away in the corridor.

They were both men, crawling forward.

Clayton and Julius walked into the corridor and observed the two bodies. One of them had his left arm cut off, and the other had half of his neck cut off. The edges of their wounds were raised, and the blood flowing out was like a long red carpet, extending to the end of the corridor. Their faces shrank and turned white due to blood loss, like unpainted wax figures.

"It's this trick again." Clayton said: "The guy's knife will hinder the healing of the wound. Even if it doesn't hit the vital part, it will cause bleeding."

"It's the wrong way of the blood secret." Julius judged.

"Maybe it's just because of those two knives. He's very fast and powerful. I think he's a student of Blade Secret." Clayton said.

Julius shook his head. When it comes to knowledge, his originally manic spirit gradually calmed down.

"No, bleeding is not just the effect of the 'leech therapy' in the Blood Secret's divergence. In fact, Blood Secret pays more attention to speed than Blade Secret. It abandons the body's defense and focuses on self-control. By accelerating blood circulation and muscle contraction, they can also master extraordinary strength and speed, as well as terrible vitality."

"The difference between Blade Secret and Blood Secret is in other directions. Facing the influence of external forces, Blade Secret takes more resistance and overcoming. Blood Secret can adapt and change further, so Blood Secret is always associated with medical skills and human alchemy."

"However, if you accept two powers at the same time, even I can't tell them apart."

After explaining to Clayton, Julius slowly squatted beside the corpse. In order not to get blood on him, he deliberately rolled up his sleeves.

"Now let's check their identities," he muttered to himself, reaching out to the corpses.

Julius actually didn't see much about human corpses, and was not qualified enough to perform the duties of a coroner, but the knowledge taught by Strass was more than enough to check the extraordinary powers on the corpses.

If the deceased was an extraordinary person, then things would go very smoothly.

Except for the Blade Secret, the transmission channels of other secret powers are very special and must be transmitted through unique practice. Such knowledge is secretly mastered by different organizations, and there are few wild extraordinary people who accidentally obtain secret powers.

So as long as those unique traces can be identified, the identity of the corpse can be classified.

The only thing to worry about is that there are many schools of extraordinary people in the Kingdom of Dorne, and Julius can't recognize all kinds, but there is no one else here who is more qualified than him to perform autopsies.

"There are traces of training on them, but not too many," he whispered.

Clayton was also observing the two corpses. They looked ordinary and would not leave a deep impression on people. When Julius took off their clothes, he could see that the muscles of the arms and legs of the two corpses were not very developed, but they were very natural and well-proportioned, with a body shape that was agile and suitable for sports.

He had seen such a body shape on some hunters.

". There are no traces of secret teachings, but it may be that they did not try to establish a divergence. Some people like to keep their natural bodies, and some people do not know how to establish a divergence. Or maybe they are just ordinary people."

"Except for the fatal wound, they have no other scars on their bodies, not even the signs of healing of old wounds. It can be seen that they are pampered."

At this point, Julius paused for a moment.

"But it may also be that some scar-removing drugs were used."

The body shape of the two corpses has already shown that they cannot be poor. Only by eating meat frequently can they develop such a strong body. But since they are not poor, why do they come here-the remote area at the border of Wei Aodi to stay overnight?

Are they also in a hurry to go to Berdalabik, so they are unwilling to stay in the most chaotic northern center of Wei Aodi?

While waiting for Julius to check the bodies, Clayton also shifted his attention and began to check the clothes and belongings of the bodies. Compared with their bodies, these clothes were really simple, without any decoration, and they were old and torn. The only things in their pockets were playing cards and some change, and there might be medicinal charcoal used for treatment, but there was nothing to confirm their secular identity.

Just as Julius was trying to turn one of the bodies over, a cold hand grabbed his arm.

Julius, who thought the dead body suddenly moved, couldn't help but scream and tried to pull back his arm, but the hand was stronger than him and held him tightly.

Clayton heard the sound and immediately turned his head to look over. The wolf's eyes drew two glowing tracks in the corridor. When he saw the situation clearly, this amazing accident stopped, and the moving body let go of Julius and fell down again.

Finally pulling his hand out, Julius cursed and retreated, retreating in the direction of Clayton until he bumped into him.

Clayton pushed Julius away and walked towards the corpse, intending to meet the guy pretending to be dead, but no matter how he tried, even starting to dig out the flesh and twist off the body's fingers, it didn't get up again.

Regardless of whether it had hidden life before, it was completely dead at this moment.

"He should have been seriously injured before, but now he won't move anymore." He said.

But Julius didn't seem to hear Clayton's words, and was still muttering to himself in fear behind him: "Damn it, what is this?!"

The half-dead man didn't do nothing. Under the candlelight, the place on the wizard's right arm where he grabbed it had not only left a red handprint, but also a very clear black birdcage mark.

Julius desperately rubbed the skin of his right arm, but until the skin bled, the black birdcage symbol was still firmly nailed to his skin.

In the spiritual knowledge, this symbol also emitted a faint light to the outside, which was very eye-catching.

The person who grabbed his arm was definitely a wizard.

"I seem to be cursed." He finally said angrily and discouraged.

Now, not only was his employer tricked by Chude Osmar, but even he, the occult consultant, was tricked by a dying man. If Julius had any feelings, it was that he was humiliated.

Insomnia's irritability reappeared in him, but when he saw Clayton's expression, he was forced to calm down.

Shock and a little fear were unprecedented on the lieutenant's face. He squatted beside the corpse, staring at the birdcage symbol on Julius's drooping arm, his pupils almost shrunk into a point, and his originally pale face was almost the same as that of a dead person.

The uneasiness brought by this abnormality made Julius regain his sanity again.

"Do you recognize this thing?" he asked tentatively.

Clayton stood up with his knees, and his body trembled uncontrollably in the process. He did recognize this famous symbol in the eyes of some groups, so he knew what kind of trouble they were accidentally involved in.

The werewolf's blood also solidified at this moment, and he spoke with difficulty: "Julius, we can't continue what we are doing now. This matter may be more important than finding Edgar and Jin Jie. It will definitely affect many, many people. We have to go back to Sasha City first and find your father, or ask Elder Dais to come forward to solve this problem."

His timidity could no longer be hidden. Julius looked at him in surprise. For the first time, he realized that Clayton Bellow also had something to fear.

"Of course my father will help me, but what does this have to do with Elder Dais?"

"Because he has a place in the Blue Blood Book and was once a member of the strongest war group in this country, he can still have a say in the Supreme Court."

Julius raised his right hand again and looked at the mark of the birdcage in disbelief.

"Does this matter involve the Supreme Court?"

"Of course, you'd better take it seriously." Clayton showed a stiff smile on his face: "Because it is the king's eyes and ears, the mark of the nightingales of the Kingdom Intelligence Department."

Here, at the northern border of Wei Aodi, two queen's envoys died in the basement of this small house, and they were the last witnesses.

Although the murderer has been killed by Clayton, he never believes that there is no force behind him.

The murderer has been waiting here after killing people, which means that someone else will come here.

If they find out about the two bodies, the means to deal with them next will be a life-or-death struggle for the extraordinary.

Damn Wei Aodi!

Gah——

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from the floor above their heads.

Clayton and Julius couldn't help but shiver, but then Clayton rushed up regardless.

If the person coming is the other nightingales who tracked here, he will explain the situation so as to get out of the muddy water here. If the person coming was an enemy, he would kill him to buy more time for their escape.

But there was no one in the house.

The werewolf looked around vigilantly, and the old wooden floor around him creaked strangely, as if many people were walking around, but he still saw nothing.

There was no abnormal airflow, no abnormal smell.

It was as if there was nothing.

Until a chill came, Clayton finally felt as if something was passing through his body, and he remembered what this phenomenon was.

The ghosts of Weiaud are gathering here to collect this important secret!

Since there were no enemies, he hurriedly called Julius up and they had to set off quickly.

Ghosts are safe, they will not reveal the secrets of living people, but if they stay any longer, it will be living people who come to collect the secrets.

They cleaned up the traces they left in the house. Clayton also took away the short knife left by the killer, but not to use it himself, but to find a place to throw it away to prevent other wizards from using it to divine their own lives. whereabouts.

"We have to go back now," Clayton said.

However, Julius rejected this decision and had other ideas.

"No, we still have to go to Boda Labick. It's safer to take a detour there." Julius said. He stared with red eyes and made a more rational judgment than Clayton: "The one who killed Their people think you are a member of the Conlione family, so they want to kill you, which means that the Conlione family is hostile to the force he represents. "

Clayton also gradually calmed down. He realized that his knowledge of the Kingdom's Intelligence Department had caused his judgment to be abnormal. The experience and emotions of the soldiers affected his decision-making, and Julius's suggestion was more correct.

"Yes, and there is a river next to the castle of Boda Rabik. We can take a boat, so we will never be caught up."