In an instant, Cardinal Matilda fell silent.
A ripple of silence spread among the four people staring silently at the corpse.
Since this house had only just been built and no one had lived here before...
Then where had the corpse come from?
Iver instinctively turned to glance at Sherlock.
Wasn't this your problem?
Although Sherlock was no longer in child form... from another perspective, didn't every major case happen right after a detective who had turned into a child regained his adult form? Sherlock glanced at Iver, somewhat puzzled, then walked over with great self-awareness and crouched down to examine the corpse.
But the moment he crouched down, his brows knitted tightly.
The corpse was simply too clean. There were no clues to be found at all.
She was an elven woman who looked to be in her twenties or thirties, with short, tea-brown curly hair. She was still wearing the red robes that only a bishop could wear.
This is an elven bishop.
Only after she was released did her abdomen gradually become wet. Blood slowly seeped out from within, but after soaking through an area of clothing no larger than a palm, it stopped spreading.
Her expression was very calm as well, with no trace of a struggle. Her skin still retained its elasticity. It was pale but not deathly white, and her body temperature was merely cool rather than cold.
It was as though she had only just died when the cabinet was opened.
Based on the "preservation ability" Cardinal Matilda had just described, they could only determine that she had died within the past month.
"...There's no way to determine the time of death."
Sherlock shook his head and did his best to gather the remaining information. "The wound is in the abdomen... May I