Behind him, Ms. Kasan also frowned slightly, took out a white silk handkerchief and covered her nose.

The garrison member leading the way ahead was named Bart. He looked not very old, but he looked twenty-five or twenty-six, but he was very experienced.

He took out a piece of white cotton cloth when he entered the room. A rope was tied to the corners of the cotton cloth, which was wrapped around and fixed to the back of his head.

In Martin's eyes, this cotton cloth has initially looked like a mask.

"Sir, do you need it? I have prepared a few more pieces. Although it will affect the smooth breathing, it is better than enduring this smell."

Bart took out two more pieces and handed them over.

Martin nodded and took it. The cotton cloth was clean and had a faint smell of kapok flowers on it, which was particularly refreshing in this harsh environment.

"Did you do this yourself?"

Martin fixed the cotton mask and asked.

"Yes, my team is responsible for various murders and needs to frequently go to and from slums. In contrast, the environment here is pretty good," Bart explained.

Ms. Kasan did not use his cotton cloth and then tied the blue scarf around her neck to her face as a mask.

Perhaps because she felt that the effect of blocking this rotten smell was not enough, the handkerchief in her hand had not been put away before.

Martin is recalling how the masks on Earth were made in his past life?

It seems like a layer of cotton is inserted into gauze, and the process is not complicated.

Masks were originally invented in the early 20th century because of the plague.

Maybe you can promote masks.

You should know that at a time when medical knowledge is extremely backward, the danger of various epidemics is no less than that of cultists.

Under Barth's leadership, several people walked up the stairs, and the dilapidated wooden stairs squeaked under their feet. I was really worried that if I didn't pay attention, I would step on the already decaying wooden steps.

Fortunately, there were no accidents along the way.

After climbing the stairs, they turned right and the three of them came to a messy and narrow room.

In addition to the two beds, there are some messy things that fill the remaining space and can't even put the extra dining table.

A woman was sitting at the head of the bed with her head against the bed railing, her eyes were not focal, and her expression was dull.

There was another man standing in front of her, holding two pieces of paper in his hand, and talking something.

"This is not possible. If the rent for next month is not paid in advance, we will have to prepare to move out this week. Our rental agreement is very clear..."

Martin and the other two stopped at the door and did not go in because there was no one left in the room.

At this moment, the man also looked over and found that it was the purple uniform on Bart at the door. He squeezed out a smile on his face and asked carefully:

"Sir, when will the body be moved away?"

Bart ignored him, but pointed to the bed in the room, and introduced to Martin and Casan behind him, "The body is on the bed. It is Dorothy, the family of the two deceased, this is the landlord."

Bart said, waved his hand, called the landlord out, freeing up space for Martin and Casanne.

There were two deceased, Dorothy's husband and son.

For a female worker who made a living by washing clothes, this experience was really miserable.

The father and son died the night before yesterday, silently, and the cause of death was unknown.

My father was in his early forties and worked as a porter at the dock, working diligently and barely getting enough food and clothing.

My son just became an adult. He joined the construction team two days ago to repair the dock damaged by the earthquake. He was quite strong and was a good at working.

Martin recalled the archives.

The two of them had no external injuries, nor did they look like they were poisoned, and they walked very peacefully, just like the old man who had already reached his deadline.

But they are not white-haired and drooping elderly people, but are very healthy.

So, Bart reported the case to Shijiang Hall as soon as possible.

They came to the scene to determine whether there is any influence of extraordinary power behind these two lives.

Martin walked to the bed, lifted the sackcloth from the body, and the face of a middle-aged man appeared in front of him.

His skin was dark and the wind and sun were stormy all year round, leaving heavy marks on his face.

There was no painful look on his face, and his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

Of course, if you still breathe.

Although the garrison had already checked the body, Martin had to check it out again out of a cautious attitude.

Looking at the dark face of the middle-aged man, Martin felt strangely, his face was a little pale.

It's not white in color, but a feeling.

It seems like something is missing, but he can't say what it is for the time being.

Putting on gloves, Martin touched the man's face, and a hint of chill came.

Martin frowned slightly, and had already confirmed that the death was unusual and there might be a shadow of extraordinary power behind it.

Of course, there is no evidence yet, so we must check it in more depth.

Carefully spread the man's eyelids, his eyes had become very cloudy.

Martin knew that at the forensic level, this should be due to corneal dissolution.

There is no forensic theory in this era, and the knowledge and experience accumulation in this area is quite poor.

After all, in this world with extraordinary power, there are many alternative abilities that can help solve cases, which has inhibited the development of forensic science.

As a programmer, Martin has very poor knowledge in this area, and professional terms such as corneal dissolution are just derived from several detective novels that have been forgotten.

He could only check the man's body again in a shallow way.

I won't go into details about the detailed process. Apart from the corpse spots on the back, Martin did not find any wounds or other abnormalities on the surface of the corpse.

Because when the case was sent to Shijiang Team, the death time had exceeded 36 hours, so the captain Mike's ability could not determine the cause of death.

However, Ms. Kassan brought some tools.

She took out a needle-shaped object and gently stabbed the skin on the corpse's arm.

Dark red blood flowed out of the pinhole.

The blood inside the corpse did not coagulate, but instead became much thinner, but compared with normal blood, it had a bit dark black.

Seeing this, Kassan's expression suddenly became serious.

She collected the blood with a small glass bottle, then took out some green powder and poured it into the glass bottle.

After shaking it for a while, the blood in the bottle emitted a faint fluorescence.

What is this?

Martin was a little curious and couldn't help but come over and observe carefully.

However, because outsiders were present, although Cassan saw Martin's curiosity, he did not explain much.

Of course, Martin also tactfully did not ask much.

After checking the body, the two exchanged glances, without verbal communication, but they had already determined a fact: this matter is not simple.

Next, it’s time to ask the family to see if you can get some useful clues.

Dorothy was leaning against the head of the bed, and even when Martin inspected the body, she had not moved, like a statue.

"Is there anything unusual about your husband and son some time before his death?"

Kassan asked softly.

The other party is a woman, so it is of course more appropriate for Kassan to communicate with this kind of thing.

The haggard woman then came to her senses, slowly raised her head, looked at Kasan and Bart, and shook her head tiredly.

During the whole process, there was no turbulence in the numb expression.

"Is there anything different than usual that happened the night they died?"

Kassan continued to ask.

Dorothy shook her head again.

Kasan followed and asked a few questions, and the woman responded with shaking her head and nodding, as if she was a mute who couldn't speak.

However, seeing her extremely sad expression, the two of them could not have any thoughts of letting her speak.

"We've asked many times, no clues."

Bart next to him said helplessly.

The three of them couldn't help but sigh.

For Dorothy, there is little meaning left in her life, whether it is life or anything else...

"Where is the tenant next door, did you hear anything the night before yesterday?"

Martin asked, turning his head.
To be continued...