The Creators: From Night City

"It's you?" The other party obviously knew Geralt.

This is a female herbalist with a round face, smoky makeup, a red jumpsuit and plump breasts - the coral stone necklace in front of her makes her stand out.

"Were you invited by them too?"

Geralt joked.

"It's more like driving than inviting."

Obviously, the other party's journey here was not very pleasant.

"What are you doing?" The herbalist looked at the three of them thoughtfully.

"Same as you, Tomira."

"Aha, looks like I won't be alone next time."

Geralt quickly struck up a conversation with the other party, and the two chatted animatedly.

"He has always been popular with women." Vesemir spread his hands and complained to Jiang Bing.

"Excuse me, Ms. Tomira, have you found anything?"

"Who are these two?"

"Vesemir and Sabir." White Wolf introduced them one by one.

The herbalist was very polite and greeted the two of them separately. The expression in his words far exceeded the overall level of the residents of Baiguoyuan.

"I haven't determined the cause of death yet."

Herbalists are somewhat similar to barefoot doctors. Their medical skills may not be profound but they are very diverse. Moreover, herbalism is inevitably related to alchemy.

However, when it comes to the field of forensic medicine, he is definitely no match for the Witcher.

Geralt's cat eyes shone slightly in the shadows. He walked closer to the corpse, looked at the disheveled body on the straw mat, and began to ask questions, but the person he was asking was the Nilfgaard soldier at the door.

"Where's his armor?"

The deceased died in the forest. According to the military regulations of the Nilfgaardian army, he was naturally wearing a full set of armor when going out.

"At the quartermaster's."

This is normal. After all, armor is more valuable than human life, so it is impossible to abandon it.

Vesemir and Geralt were in sync. "I'll go down and take a look."

The eyes of a demon hunter can allow them to discover a lot of information that ordinary people cannot see. As personal belongings of the deceased before death, they naturally need to be treated with caution.

"There are no signs of poisoning."

Tomira squatted down with Geralt and shared his initial judgment immediately.

The witcher still pried open the dead man's mouth and leaned forward to smell it carefully.

Sure enough, apart from the strong bad breath, there was nothing unusual.

"Very good, it seems we have at least ruled out the possibility that he ate some poisonous mushrooms."

"Ruptured internal organs."

Jiang Bing suddenly interrupted.

He was very skilled in autopsies. He gave the answer just by taking a look at the deceased's extremely pale face and lips swollen with blood due to the pain before death.

Both of them cast doubtful glances at Jiang Bing.

Night City's senior cyborg doctor approached the corpse, extended a very sophisticated, fully covered gauntlet from under his cloak, and gently lifted the clothing from the deceased's abdomen.

He has treated and caused many injuries of this kind, and he has a lot to say in this field.

"You can press down on the deceased's abdomen."

Geralt did as he was told, but the muscle groups that should have been stiff became like a hot water bottle filled with water, leaving a dent when pressed.

"The stomach should be full of blood." Geralt raised his eyebrows and made a judgment based on the feel of his hand.

Obviously, this is important evidence of internal organ rupture.

Tomila seemed to be thinking about something, and reached out to pull up the clothes on the upper body of the corpse, exposing the chest.

She scanned the upper half of the body but found no bruises or bloody scars.

Rupture of internal organs is usually caused by being hit by external objects due to gravity, and this attack often leaves marks on the surface of the corpse.

"back."

Geralt also understood this and spoke out to provide other possibilities.

So he turned the corpse over himself and stripped off the clothes, but what was exposed was a rough but smooth back.

There were only chapped marks on his back from not taking a bath for a long time, and no bruises or bleeding.

This is strange. Could it be that the enemy is going to attack the target from a distance?

However, as the body was moved, a slight smell of blood rose.

The two dog noses present immediately turned their eyes to the lower body of the corpse.

Geralt and Jiang Bing looked at each other, both with subtle expressions, and both thought of a possibility that made their anus tighten.

The lower half of Nilfgaard's standard armor is mainly made of leather and thick coarse cloth, with only metal knee pads at the knee joints.

Wearing this kind of armor directly on the body is undoubtedly not very friendly to the soldiers' three legs, so soldiers often wear a soft lining inside, and then wear underwear inside, usually made of linen.

This means that if the deceased only has slight bleeding in his private parts, it will not be able to penetrate the two layers of cloth.

Fortunately, both people present were very sensitive to the smell of blood.

Under Tomini's disgusted and somewhat shy gaze, Geralt pulled down the dead man's pants, revealing his bloodstained underwear.

He pinched his nose and carefully used his fingers to pull off the linen underwear that was a little stiff due to the blood clots, revealing the dead man's anus that was weathered and torn by a strong external force.

The three of them swallowed involuntarily.

Too brutal.

An ordinary forest murder case was officially upgraded to a random Aruba rape and murder case, and the nature of the case suddenly became dozens of times worse.

"When the body was found, were there any blood-stained stick-like objects around?" Geralt continued to ask the guard at the door.

But he didn't hold out much hope for the answer. Since the murderer was able to dress the victim in an orderly manner after killing him, his mentality would naturally not be stupid enough to leave the murder weapon at the scene.

Chapter 120 Great Sacrifice

Sure enough, the guard's answer confirmed Geralt's guess.

Old Wolf came back from the quartermaster and looked at the three people gathered around the corpse's lower body and commented on it. His expression was a little strange.

Although they have seen all kinds of storms, this scene looks like three perverts exchanging their experience in committing crimes.

"I've looked at the armor. Apart from the old bloodstains and vomit, I didn't find anything." Vesemir had to speak up to break the situation.

Geralt stood up and habitually gave the next direction of investigation.

"Looks like we need to go to the crime scene."

The fox tree is a common tree species in Temeria. Its narrow leaves and dense branches make it a wood with both toughness and strength, making it an ideal choice for making furniture.

Two soldiers timidly led the way ahead. Due to the mysterious death of the previous soldier, this dense forest had become a haunted place among the Nilfgaardian soldiers.

The two soldiers couldn't help but behave like this, after all, the hauntings in this world could really be 'haunted'.

Fortunately, there were two equally difficult to deal with witchers to support them. Otherwise, even with the military order from Commander Peter Sal Guanli, these two ignorant soldiers, who were probably farmers in their former lives, would have run away long ago.

"Here, here, here." Thanks to Mirror Master's language pack, Jiang Bing immediately recognized that the soldier's accent was from the Aetolia province south of Nilfgaard.

"He was lying right here at the time."

Another soldier with a Metina accent added, gesturing in front of a patch of aerial roots.

So the four of them officially began their investigation.

Soon, the two demon hunters and Jiang Bing stopped in front of a tree.

Thanks to the 'good' security environment in this world, criminals generally do not go out of their way to cover up the traces they leave behind. Of course, most people don't even have this concept in their minds.

As a result, the soft soil of the forest left footprints that were observable to ordinary people.

The traces under the tree were very messy, but generally speaking, there were two types of footprints.

One was the boot print of the deceased, and the other was the hoof print that Jiang Bing was very familiar with.

This hoof print also appeared in the cave where the cow carcasses were placed.

The cause of death of the cows seemed to have been determined.

The cases can also be combined.

After listening to Jiang Bing's story, Geralt and Vesemir also looked unhappy.

As demon hunters who make a living by hunting monsters, they are very familiar with the various characteristics, habits, footprints and smells of monsters.

After all, this will directly affect whether their hunting can proceed smoothly.

Demon hunters who do not have a thorough understanding of various monster information will gradually die in battles with monsters, and there will not be many half-baked ones left.

"It's a succubus." Geralt's face was solemn. He squatted on the ground and picked at a hoof print on the ground with his fingers.

"This is impossible, impossible." Vesemir seemed to have his three views shattered. He put his hands on his hips and muttered repeatedly.

Jiang Bing followed the footprints all the way until the owner of the footprints climbed up the tree and left in the same way.

"Female Night Demon?" The herbalist who had studied at the Temple of Meritelli was also quite knowledgeable.

Succubus, also known as female night demon, is a monster that is often mistaken for a high-level vampire. It is the product of the intersection of celestial spheres. However, they are different from other monsters in that they do not kill people, do not drink human blood, and usually have no malice towards humans.

What drives them is an insatiable desire for the flesh.

As their name suggests, they will copulate with any humanoid species to satisfy their lust. While their "victims" rarely resist, this doesn't mean they aren't dangerous to humans—their insatiable appetite may initially be pleasurable, but it can quickly drive men mad or even kill them. Those seduced by a female insatiable will become melancholic, losing their appetite and interest in the world. As their "strength" steadily wanes, they groan and sigh heavily, until they die of exhaustion.

"But, in that case, the soldier's injuries are not right, right?" The herbalist immediately realized the problem and raised a question.

While peaceful by nature, female demons are capable of defending themselves if forced to fight. Their sweet exterior hides strength beyond that of ordinary humans.

Beneath their white arms were muscles as hard as steel, and their goat-like, reverse-jointed limbs or the spiral horns on their heads were anything but harmless.

The female night demon is not a vegetarian.

But she doesn't have any "stick-like" weapons or limbs.

"Judging from the footprints, the Night Demon basically didn't escape. But it's still unknown whether it's a female Night Demon." White Wolf continued.

This answer was quite unexpected.

The herbalist was very surprised, "There are male night demons."

"So far, all the Night Demons that have been discovered are female. But just because we haven't seen one doesn't mean that male Night Demons don't exist."

Jiang Bing listened to the witcher's judgment and felt waves of chills coming over him.

Vesemir's expression was solemn, with the solemnity of someone about to make a great sacrifice.

"You know, Geralt, if you want to confirm it, there is only one way."

Bai Lang's face, which usually showed expressionless expression, now also showed a huge sense of entanglement, which made his facial features almost twisted together.

After a while, he finally made up his mind and said in a selfless tone, "I know, for Yennefer, this is the only way."

The group returned to the second floor of the abandoned fortress where the Nilfgaardian army was stationed.

At the signal of Peter Sal Guanli (garrison officer), the temporary morgue was temporarily emptied.

The corpse was lying headfirst, its stiff body laboriously turned into an inverted V shape, its legs spread apart, the whole person in a downward dog pose.

In this way, the victim's large, riddled anus is fully exposed to the air.

Under the fixed gazes of Jiang Bing and the herbalist, Geralt reluctantly put his face between their buttocks and kept sniffing.

good good!

It is really hard work that is not afraid of being held, and the iron lung is not afraid of infection.

In order to clear Geralt of suspicion of being a pervert, the old wolf on the side was watching the whole process of the white wolf's behavior and explaining the reasons to the two of them.

The Night Demon is usually classified as a demon. Like other demons, all the fluids in its body contain a strong smell of sulfur.