(6500!)

Cheng Shi carefully looked around the bookshelf, and after confirming that there was no one else around, he frowned and asked in confusion:

“A chieftain who was about to reach 2400 points just died like that?

Who killed him?

Why is there so much blood?

Interesting, where's the pastry chef?

And what about the teammate who believed in [time], where did he go?

Tang... Gravekeeper, now is your professional time, take a look, what did you find?"

Zhang Jizu didn't pay attention to Cheng Shi's ridicule. He picked up the severed hand with the scalpel in his hand and squinted his eyes and said:

“The muscle nerves on this section still have some vitality, which means the person was not dead when we heard the sound just now.

Maybe his hand was cut off when we stepped onto the stairs.

But what's strange is that we didn't hear any noise when such a big guy fell down."

Zhang Jizu frowned in confusion, then nodded thoughtfully:

"You're right. Maybe someone really obliterated the sounds."

He raised the severed hand in his hand and motioned Cheng Shi to look at the cross section.

"Look, this is not the result of a sharp weapon, but the erosion of the power of [Annihilation]. This is the stump of a limb that fell after some of its flesh and blood were annihilated."

As he spoke, Mimiyan reattached his hand to Gou Feng's left arm. When the two cross-sections were connected, it was obvious that the reattached left arm was half shorter.

Cheng Shi was not interested at all, and asked with a curled lip, "What else?"

"The fatal wound is not on the chest, but on the vest." Zhang Jizu turned Gou Feng's body over and pointed at the tear on the vest. "The short weapon, which is more than three fingers wide, pierced directly into the heart. It was a very standard assassination method. It was an attack from behind, not like what a soldier would do."

"So you want to say that Mo Shu broke the hand, but Scorpio killed the man?

The two of them attacked Gou Feng from both sides and then killed him here?"

"This possibility cannot be ruled out, but the order is wrong. It should be fatal first and then the hand is cut off, and...

There are also problems with corpses.”

Cheng Shi finally became interested and raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the problem?"

"He... may not be Gou Feng himself."

"?"

Zhang Jizu pointed at the neck and corners of the corpse's eyes, and then pinched the flesh on his face.

"Gou Feng is not young anymore, at least over 35 years old. I observed him at the beginning of the game and found that his skin showed signs of erosion by time. Although they were very faint, they were there.

But look here, although this corpse looks exactly like Gou Feng, there are no fine lines on his neck and eyes, not even on his forehead. His skin and flesh may become firmer due to the tempering of the warrior's physique, but [Birth] is not [Prosperity], and there is no blessing that makes its believers younger, unless... "

"Unless he is a newborn!" Cheng Shi fixed his eyes and continued.

"Yes! Unless he is a newborn baby conceived by Gou Feng through the blessing of [Birth], his appearance would not show such behavior.

I know that the blessing of [Birth] contains a talent for giving birth to oneself. Considering the professional characteristics of the chief, perhaps he killed someone and gave birth to a newborn from the corpse. When the newborn ate the corpse and grew up, it was killed by someone else.

This can also explain why there is such a large amount of blood under our feet, because it is the blood of two corpses, but one of them was eaten."

Cheng Shi listened to Zhang Jizu's speculation, smiled and nodded.

The ideas are quite clear, there is something, but not too much.

Although his inspection and testing were flawless, Cheng Shi felt that something was missing. He stroked his chin and looked at the Chosen One of Death, and said with a sigh:

"Brother, you are not hiding your abilities, are you?"

"?" Zhang Jizu narrowed his remaining eyes again, and asked with some doubt, "What did I miss?"

“I didn’t miss anything, but... you are his believer, the chief of that master!

When you see a dead person, do you just look at him?

Where are your talents, where are His blessings?

Take it out, you can't expect a wood elf like me to solve the case, right?"

Do you really think you are a wood elf?

"......" Zhang Jizu looked at Cheng Shi with a strange expression and said bluntly, "I am a pastor."

"Yeah, then what?"

"My talents are related to healing and saving lives, even for props, so I don't have any other abilities."

"???"

No lie!

Cheng Shi was shocked and said in disbelief:

"Pure milk?

No, brother, you are the Chosen One of Death! Pure milk?

ah? "

"The term pure milk is strange, but if I have to sum it up, yes, I am pure milk."

"...Then how did you get to where you are now? You don't have any other means?"

Zhang Jizu smiled, as if he thought this was a very silly question:

"It's simple. No matter how difficult the trial was, no matter how many teammates died, I never died, so I made it to where I am now."

"......"

Shit, that makes sense.

Cheng Shi was stunned. This was the first time he had seen such a pure nurse in this segment. But he still couldn't believe it, so he asked again:

"So you just pulled out the scalpel because that's what you're using to attack?"

Zhang Jizu seemed to think there was nothing wrong with it, and nodded, "Not entirely, there is also physical training."

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