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"What are the two people here? What do you call them?"

After telling the three newcomers his names, Clayton looked at the church representatives. Among them, the old man with Mediterranean hair stood up, revealing the dried yellow cowhide suitcase underneath, which made people realize that his real height was shorter than he looked.

"I am the coroner Aqil who is here on a business trip. I will accompany you to the military hospital and stay here later."

The young priest next to him didn't speak, as if he hadn't finished praying yet. Most likely, he didn't want to have anything to do with them.

But this is not important. The old man introduced him: "This is Green, who is currently my guard."

Clayton nodded, feeling that someone still hadn't arrived yet.

"Where are the representatives from the military department?"

This time it was the staff of the notary office who spoke: "If they don't come, they will be waiting for you at the military hospital."

Clayton turned to Achille and asked: "Have you examined the body?"

"Of course not, I know the rules."

But he quickly realized that he was now a civilian.

Mary couldn't figure out what was going on with the first head he and Galeed discussed, but she was certain of what she had experienced.

"Who sent the body?"

"Fuck." The lieutenant cursed, but subconsciously whispered.

Galid raised his voice to the same level as hers: "If you don't kill them, they will die! The difference is only in whose hands they die, and who else will die together!"

"Not at all?"

"Please come in."

Archie, the coroner invited by the church, also spoke: "Based on the principle of fairness and justice, we must."

"That's right."

Clayton couldn't understand her intention. Transporting corpses was not a job that required many people. They already had eight living people.

Behind Aqil, Priest Green's hands were lowered and clenched into fists.

The officer shook his head slowly and interrupted him: "I don't care what obligations you have or what principles you have. Now, you'd better get out."

Clayton first asked Galeed: "Brother Galeed, where did you put Lieutenant Charles' head in the basement of Notre Dame?"

Galeed didn't hesitate: "He's Clayton Bello."

He pushed the door open and saw Marietta standing in front of Galeed, with anger written all over her face.

This situation was obviously beyond Galeed's expectation.

Arriving at an empty operating room, the helpers hired by the Sheriff's Department left. The strong male caregivers quickly took off Charles' clothes and put the entire body on the autopsy table without leaving any strips of cloth.

"They are from the Salvation Army, subordinates of the deceased."

After he came in, he immediately looked at his pocket watch, and his satisfaction was beyond words.

This woman's arms and legs looked very strong, at least much stronger than his.

"Why don't you leave yet?"

"Did you feel anything unusual while you were taking care of the body?"

"Please calm down, you two. I have a question here that I urgently need you to answer. I will leave immediately after asking."

"I am the first police officer in charge of this body. If there is something wrong with the body, I will also bear the responsibility for poor care. So I will go with you. If they check and find something wrong, there is no need to make another trip.

Just notify me directly."

Before returning to the archives, Simon was standing at the door stroking his lush hair like a lion's mane, seeming to be thinking about how to make himself look more respectable.

People come and go here, and the nurses are very diligent in delivering medicines and patients.

If Clayton was still in the army and got into a fight with his opponent because of this dirty word, he would definitely be punished in a court-martial.

The clerk knocked on the counter and asked Clayton to look over: "The carriages are waiting outside. There are three carriages in total, and the money has been paid. They also know where the destination is."

Julius smiled contemptuously: "Miss, you are really considerate."

"I've never touched it. Who knows where it is now. Does it matter?"

He thought that perhaps he could announce the events of the Holy Grail Society in a scene where representatives from all three parties were present.

"I'm just worried that your reaction will be too drastic." Galid was very calm, because he proved that this worry was correct.

No matter how many times I look at it, Charles' wrinkled head looks like a newborn baby, with a soft texture.

Clayton narrowed his eyes. Before he could speak, Mary spoke first: "As for this judgment, the Sheriff's Department, as the notary, also has the obligation to supervise and it is necessary to observe."

Clayton ignored him and knocked on the door, waiting for a response from the person inside.

The people behind carried their own equipment and followed behind. For them, this job was leisurely and boring.

Clayton didn't know if it was his imagination, but after the military personnel made the matter a big deal, they were not too concerned about Charles's treatment and did not send anyone to pick up the body.

They put Lieutenant Charles on the cart and pushed it squeakingly down the corridor.

"No."

The door of the notary office was pushed open again, and Marietta stood at the door, looking straight at him.

"This may have been put back temporarily by people from the security department."

The officer kicked off his polished leather shoes and went to the autopsy table to look at the deceased, then turned curiously to look at the guests who had arrived from the Public Security Bureau.

After about a quarter of an hour, an officer who knew how to dress well came in, followed by two strong soldiers.

"He is one of his own."

There were nine of them in total, and they all got into the car and arrived at St. Becky Military Hospital in Sasha City very safely.

Her reasons were so noble that no one present could understand them.

"Miss Mary, what do you think?"

Although it is a military hospital, Becky Hospital also admits ordinary patients.

The doctor in charge of the autopsy arrived quickly. He was wearing a mask and gloves and carrying a suitcase similar to Aqil's.

"Take your guns and go."

Clayton actually just wanted to ask the professional coroner what he thought about the current condition of the body, but the other party misunderstood his question and thought it was a question. He didn't want to say anything more, so he just asked these people to wait here.

Go up and ask Galid and Marietta about the body.

The door slammed shut.

Mary was so angry that she shouted: "I don't even know who I killed?!"

Clayton thought for a while, covered the white cloth back, stood up and gave orders to his three new subordinates.

The girl stared: "Didn't I do it before?"

He still had to wait for the superior officer to arrive before he could start working.

Galeed pointed at Clayton and said to Mary.

Upon hearing the sarcasm, Mary immediately looked at him as if she wanted to remember him, so Julius suppressed the next words.

It's Galeed's voice.

The helpers lifted the body, and Coroner Achille and Reverend Green also stood up and were about to leave together, but another voice came from the door:

"Wait a minute, I'll follow you."

Clayton didn't know what he was satisfied with, but obviously what he was satisfied with was not something to be proud of. Looking at his shoulder insignia, the pattern displayed on it showed that his military rank was still a captain, which was higher than before he retired.

Clayton immediately closed the door to prevent the sound from spreading.

The body has been parked at the notary office for many days. Even if the head is opened now, there is no way to tell that it is related to the Salvation Army people.

"It seems I came at the right time."

Mary nodded in affirmation.

Seeing Mary chasing after him, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was time for someone else to deal with this little girl.

Clayton returned to the notary office and opened the white cloth again.

Except for Mrs. Barbara, all the magistrates looked bad.

When he arrived at the operating room, he opened the box and counted his tools on the tool table next to him, without even doing anything after counting.

This officer looked to be about the same age as Clayton. His yellow hair was combed back and heavily oiled. His facial muscles were soft, his cheeks were protruding, and he had a long goatee on his chin. It was unclear what kind of style he wanted to maintain.

"This is impossible. The clerk at the notary office said that the body had a head as soon as it was delivered." Clayton denied his statement and asked another person: "Miss Mary, I heard that the body of Lieutenant Charles was delivered as soon as it was delivered.

Come here and you will be assigned to take care of the corpse?"

"Second Lieutenant Charles still has a head on his neck. A person cannot have two heads, so I think it is quite important."

A strange feeling came over her, and Marietta asked Galid: "Who is he?"
To be continued...