Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 20 Autopsy, Secret Room

"Puro, I think he's dead?"

Lake pulled out the dagger and stabbed the bishop in another place. A trace of blood oozed out, but was blocked by Lake's cloak and dripped onto the ground.

The bishop's body had now stopped twitching and remained motionless.

"Who knows? He's a bishop after all. What if he has a resurrection spell or something?"

Poro said, but still opened his mouth.

After biting for almost twenty minutes, the Bishop's blood had stopped flowing more than ten minutes ago, and the Poro even felt a little dry in the mouth.

The bishop lost a lot of blood. In fact, if anyone has a damaged artery in his neck, blood will spurt out of his body due to high blood pressure.

So, Poro doesn't want to drink blood.

It’s just in case there’s too much blood and it stains the room too much, which would be difficult to handle.

"Resurrection? What is that? Grandma never told me about it."

While wiping the silver dagger in her hand with the bed sheet, Lake asked curiously, "Can the dead be resurrected?"

"I'm not a wizard, how would I know?"

Poro took off the nun's clothes that were still hanging on her body.

Of course, this is not because he doesn't like wearing clothes, but because this fairy-tale power does not allow him to truly become a human, so Poro will feel very uncomfortable when disguising himself.

"Polo, you're quite cute when you become a girl. By the way, if you put on my cloak, can you become like me?"

The bishop who had dominated the entire town for several years died, and Lake's expression became a little more relaxed.

Moreover, this man and wolf, who were killing people for the first time, did not feel any psychological pressure at all.

"Yeah, I think that's fine."

Poro moved closer to Lake, carefully examining her delicate face beneath her hood. "If I were to disguise myself as you and seduce others on the street, just like in the fairy tale—"

I can definitely eat all I want every day!"

"Hey, I won't let you do bad things in my appearance!"

After hearing this, Lake waved her fist and said, "Polo, you are indeed a bad wolf. You just drank some blood and you think of such a terrible thing!"

"I'm a wolf now, so it's only reasonable to think like this, right?"

Poro laid the bishop's body flat on the ground.

While touching her all over, she showed an innocent expression:

"But you, though you look so cute, are surprisingly ruthless when it comes to cutting! You just said you were a good kid the day before yesterday!"

As he spoke, the Poro used his claws to flip over the Bishop's body, revealing the honeycomb-like wounds on his back.

The only wound caused by the Poro was that half of the Bishop's throat was bitten off.

Most of the bloody holes on the bishop's back were penetrating wounds caused by Lake's silver dagger.

"When I was in the forest, I had to use a lot of knives to kill a chicken. What if he's really powerful?"

Lake said a little embarrassedly.

"But your cloak is truly superb. How much resistance does it have? It can also make you invisible, which saves a lot of trouble."

The Poro said as he began to remove the remaining clothing from the Bishop's body.

As for the bishop's golden and white robe, the bishop took it off himself, thus avoiding the stain of blood.

"Look at this 'Bishop'; his clothes look bright, but they're actually useless!"

"If his clothes were useful, he wouldn't take them off. He would definitely wear them every day like me!"

Lake rolled up the bloody carpet and piled it together with the bloodstained bed sheet, speaking with some pride.

"Maybe he didn't wear it because he wanted to take a shower." Poro said casually.

"Hey, I can take a bath too!"

"Huh? I thought your cloak was self-cleaning and you didn't need to bathe."

The Poro was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly explained, "Uh, what I meant is, if I had a cloak like this, I wouldn't wash it."

"Polo, you're so dirty!"

"Hey, but you're the one who hasn't showered these days!"

"Then I'll wash it for you tonight!"

"Ah? Is it okay?" Poro's eyes lit up.

"Of course not! You pervert!"

Anyone who has killed someone knows that it is easy to kill someone but difficult to hide the body. Even dealing with the scene is not an easy task.

But fortunately, no one usually comes into the bishop's room.

In the past, when the bishop dealt with corpses or traces, he would use magic to control others to do it, and no one could remember what happened afterwards.

Now, Poro and Lake just need to pay attention to the preservation of the body and the blood-stained items in the room, which is fine.

Of course, the most important thing is not to let others find out that the bishop is dead.

How do we do this? This is quite simple.

Poro put on the bishop's clothes. The bulky robe was still a little awkward for the wolf.

As for appearance, the body of the dead bishop was right in front of him, so the memory of his appearance was not that important.

The Poro's body began to twist, turning into a human form, holding up the bishop's robe.

In less than half a minute, the "Bishop" was standing in the room again.

"Hey, cute little lamb, the baptism is about to begin. Are you scared?"

Poro looked at Lake with a lewd expression, and even his voice was exactly the same as the previous bishop's.

"Polo, that's disgusting."

Lake curled her lips and said, "Don't scare me, or I'll use surgery."

"Tsk, so boring."

The Poro shrugged regretfully, then looked around the room, his eyes set on a row of bookshelves towards the back.

"What did the nun's notes say? There's a secret room in the bishop's room?"

"Well, the record room should be behind the bookshelf."

Lake recalled and said.

The two walked to the bookshelf and began to flip through the books on it.

It didn't take long to find the mechanism hidden behind a book, but... it was a copper keyhole.

"It seems we still need to hide props..."

The Poro scratched his head and continued, "That's not written in the notes? Shouldn't this 'Bishop' have opened it himself?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Lake again:

"But that's true. If it were you, I couldn't wait either..."

"Polo, are you talking too much?"

Lake's face darkened. "You must have guessed where the key is, right?"

"Don't worry, the bishop is dead, the key must be with him."

The Poro looked at the bishop's body, and finally set his gaze on the scripture that he never let go of.

Opening the scripture, Poro flipped through a few pages casually, then pulled out a copper key from the interlayer, inserted it into the keyhole, turned it, and the bookshelf moved away, revealing a stone secret room.

Just as written in the nun's notes.

Unknown torture instruments, instruments, materials, and... a wide variety of medicines.

……

On the other side, in the middle of the forest.

The originally flat grassland was turned up in a disorderly manner, with countless roots, grass debris, and burnt branches and leaves scattered all over the ground.

It is enough to see how fierce the fighting has been in recent days.

"Ha—pain, death, this is what it feels like... This is what I deserve! I feel my old self gradually returning!"

The witch hunter was covered in blood and limped along the ground, with no intact skin on his body.

His hunting rifle had broken into several pieces and was thrown casually on the ground.

Also missing was his entire right arm and half of his left leg.

His only remaining arm was covering his abdomen.

"Death, did not take me away. I am a hunter, and the forest can never take my life away!"

He laughed wildly, but his severe injuries made his voice unclear.

He limped forward and came to a huge, charred tree.

On the trunk of the giant tree, you can vaguely see an old face.

"Forest Witch, this time, you and your forest—lose!"

The witch hunter said this, pulling out a hunting knife with a slightly bent blade with one hand.

But just as his hand left his abdomen, a handful of blood spurted out.

"It's so embarrassing! My intestines are about to come out again."

The witch hunter simply frowned, ignoring the organs leaking from his abdomen. Instead, he used his hunting knife to stab the charred trunk of the tree.

Cut it open and grab out a crystal core that is shining with a green light.

"The spoils this time are pretty good."

The witch hunter slowly collapsed, placed the crystal core beside him, slowly stuffed his organs back into his body, and looked at the scorch marks on the ground around him.

"Wait a few more days. At least, sew up your stomach first..."

(End of this chapter)