Chapter 62 Dead Soul Lamp! ?

【Luck Check = 12】

【Luck Check = 1/50】

Fuck?

Big success! ?

What will happen with luck and success! ?

While walking in the direction of the police station in his memory, Yago looked forward to the arrival of great luck.

As soon as he arrived outside the police station, he saw a tall policeman in an iron-gray police uniform standing outside the door with an ugly expression on his face.

"Sheriff Greenton, what happened?"

Hearing the voice, the tall policeman trembled slightly, turned around, saw that he was someone he knew, he was immediately relieved, and then said:

"Just now I found a person with a strange death. By the way, even though you are on vacation, come with me."

Wait a moment? Sudden arrest?

But Yago didn't refuse, and it was just right to take this opportunity to look for clues.

In terms of clues, the police still know more, right?

It is a pity that because of the vacation, "Hals" is not clear about the case that happened in the past few days.

"Okay." Yago nodded slightly, showing Hals' strong sense of responsibility, and asked about some details of the scene.

Originally thought that the location of the incident was near the square where the traveling troupe was located, but it turned out not to be, but in another single-family house almost two kilometers away.

It is not like the single-family villa in Dilud City, which is surrounded by flowers and lawns, surrounded by black metal or white wooden fences, but it is slightly separated from the other houses. That's all.

Fewer street lamps were lit, and as the lights became sparser, the surroundings seemed to become a little colder.

Shrinking his body and wrapping his police coat tightly, Yago followed Sergeant Greenton, crossed the low cordon, and came to the front of the house.

On the left and right sides of the house, several police officers were holding pens and paper, recording statements to the neighbors on both sides.

After seeing Sheriff Greenton and Yago, the police officers greeted them a little tiredly, and continued to collect statements.

Yago scanned around and found nothing special, then followed Greenton into the two-story building.

"The body was found on the second floor."

While Sergeant Greenton was telling what he had learned, he led Yago up the wooden stairs on the right. The sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs echoed in the room.

"How many bodies are there?"

Yago asked aloud while scanning the surroundings, but in fact he was holding a coin and thinking about whether to toss a coin to investigate.

He didn't find anything strange.

"Sheriff Greenton, you are finally back."

The police officer standing in front of the door said, he patted his chest, and put his right hand behind his back:

"Then I'm going to take a rest first, it's too scary."

"Um."

Greenton nodded, looked at the back of the policeman walking away quickly, turned his head to Yago and said:

"Holes, prepare yourself mentally."

After speaking, Greenton stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Then Yago saw a dead body.

The deceased was a male, a young man in his thirties, who was hung by the neck by a rope lowered from above.

If you look at these, it will probably be classified as suicide and hanging.

But obviously, no one would think that a man with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied with rope could commit suicide.

The corpse was facing the gate, and the naked body was covered with large and small wounds and holes.

The blood that flowed from the wound had dried up and clotted on the corpse, forming dark red blood spots.

On the face of the corpse, there was a smile that made Yago shudder.

It has the same expression as that of Elaine's corpse seen in the Diroud Grand Theater.

The mouth was torn apart, and the flesh and blood on both cheeks were split by the forcibly torn smile, revealing a mouthful of ferocious, blood-stained white teeth.

Seeing this smile, Yago didn't pay attention to the strange thing that there was no blood on the ground.

"Has the scene been cleaned?"

Resisting the strange feeling in his heart, Yago clenched his right hand and looked at Sheriff Greenton.

"No blood-stained cloth or other wipes were found, and no wet cloth or other things were found in the house. The place with the drain was also checked. The murderer should have taken away the cleaned things."

Sheriff Greenton looked distressed, thinking he was talking about the bloodstains:

"Looks like there will be another large-scale search. Who knows where it will be thrown, and it may not necessarily show up in the lower city."

It has always been difficult to find relevant evidence such as criminal evidence and physical evidence.

"One can only hope that there are witnesses who saw the perpetrator come and go."

Sheriff Greenton's face showed the distressed expression of encountering unsolvable troubles.

Yago was not concerned with this, however.

Through that wonderful sense of connection, Yago could feel an erratic and cold feeling coming from the Mist Crow in his pocket.

At this moment, in the left pocket of his police coat, the head of the fog crow "Hui" poked out at some point, and seemed to be watching the dead body.

When he looked at Mist Crow, Mist Crow also turned to look at him.

Yago couldn't help being surprised by this glance.

Its pair of eyes, which should have been slightly yellow, had now turned light gray.

Wait a minute, shouldn't it be.

Yago looked at the corpse again, but this time it was different from the normal people's gaze just now. His black eyes were filled with a misty gray color, infecting them into a dead gray color.

Vision!

Everything in front of me faded, as if everything had turned gray.

In this colorless world, a hazy, misty human silhouette emerged from the body of the deceased.

Those soul-like gray fogs are gradually dissipating.

And at this very moment, wisps of mist were drifting from the human-shaped mist, gathering towards him, no, towards the pocket of his police coat.

At this moment, in his spiritual vision, Hui's body was emitting a hazy gray light, like a hazy lamp.

Soul lamp.

The word came to Yago's mind.

Gravekeeper! ?

Why! ?

Why does it have this ability?

Why didn't I find out before, before he took the gravekeeper potion.

Wait, Yago couldn't help recalling that wonderful sense of connection again.

The wonderful connection that seemed to connect him with this fog crow.

shared! ?

No, no, although Yago can sense that it is using power, it is definitely not his own power. His spiritual mist is still peacefully gathered in his body, and the only contact with the outside world is when he uses his spiritual vision. Just a little bit combined with the eyes.

The spiritual mist lingers in the eyes, the inspiration and the eyes are synchronized, and Yago can also see that the pair of gray crow beaks on its body are shrouded in a spiritual mist that is different from his

Synchronize! ?

Thinking of this, he was suddenly taken aback, as if he had caught something.

But just when he caught the inspiration and was about to start thinking, Greenton's voice sounded:

"Holes? Holes!"

At the same time, there was the sound of a slap on his back:

"Follow me to the next room."

This slap directly interrupted Yago's train of thought, but he didn't want to get angry. He took a deep breath, completely restrained the spiritual mist, and his eyes returned to the dark color. Then he turned his head and smiled at Police Greenton. Long responded:

"Okay, sheriff."