Embers of Embers

Chapter 4 The Mutant Corpse
Victoria Central Hospital.
This is one of the oldest hospitals in Invergry, and its long history is directly proportional to its top medical level.The hospital has been expanded several times over the years, and it is now one of the only buildings in Old Dunling that spans two districts. In order to ensure the medical treatment of the hospital, the Mechanical Institute even directly established a separate energy supply pipeline for it.
Suaran Hall, the highest security force in Old Dunling, is not far from the Victoria Central Hospital. If necessary, the mounted police can arrive here with a loaded rifle within 10 minutes after receiving an order.
Because of its large size, Victoria Central Hospital has also had many other functions in recent years, such as cooperating with Su Aran Hall.
The corpses in the case will be sent here for autopsy, and Sailor Wall's corpse is obviously not worthy of attention. No one claims it, and it is not important. According to the process, his corpse will be transferred directly to Wangli Medical College and handed over to the students for surgical practice. , but at someone’s insistent request, this worthless body underwent a rare autopsy.
The police officer looked at the young girl standing in the corridor with an impatient look on his face.
If she hadn't insisted on asking for an autopsy, he would have stayed at his workstation enjoying a rare rest.In Old Dunling, people from the lower city were not regarded as citizens of Inverg in the eyes of the police. Unless the case involved people from the outer city, they never paid attention to it.
But this young girl is different. This is the first case she has taken over, and she has to find out what she says.
Full of enthusiasm and energy.
There was a time when the police officer was such a person, but now he just looks like his edges have been smoothed by life.Maybe he saw his former self in the girl, so he just endured it. In his opinion, life was boring and the girl would give up in a few days. He just had to wait a little.
"Is the report out yet?"
The girl finally caught another nurse and asked anxiously.
"Officer, you know that according to the procedure, the report requires the director to take a look and sign it. Maybe he is busy now. Please wait a moment."
The nurse had an awkward smile on her face. The young police officer had been waiting here since the early morning when the body was delivered, asking every hour. It was really annoying. What did she think the autopsy was?Kill a pig?Even if it takes half a day to bleed a pig, what can be detected in such a short time?
"Oh fine."
There was a bit of disappointment on her excited face, but a violent explosion soon aroused her interest again.
The explosion came from the street, and the violent impact shattered the surrounding glass. The crowd screamed in panic, and gray mist filled every place.
"Eve!"
The officer yelled her name and then pulled out his baton.
"Is it a terrorist attack? Officer Press."
As a new police detective, Eve excitedly pulled out her gun.
"It's probably just an aging underground steam pipe that exploded and blew the manhole cover off... Put your gun away, we're going to maintain law and order."
Pres felt a headache when he saw this energetic newcomer. He hated his luck a little, otherwise why would he be chosen to lead this newcomer.
Hot steam filled the streets, and the crowd calmed down after a brief panic.Old Dunling is very large, not only covering an area, but also having very huge underground facilities. Under people's feet are the most complex pipelines in the world. They are like dense spider webs growing wildly underground in Old Dunling.
It is obviously difficult to maintain such a large facility, so it is not uncommon for accidents involving aging pipelines to occur from time to time.
The irritable police officer and the young police detective walked out of the hospital together. The fog filled the field of vision. It seemed that someone had missed her sight and passed through the fog beside her. Eve looked back blankly at the gray mist beside her. .
"Eve, come on!" Press yelled.
Eve was still looking at the mist, dazed for a few seconds, then looked at Pres on the other side of the mist, and then, as if she had made a decision, she turned back and followed the faint weirdness in her heart.
……
Just a simple explosive could spark a riot in Old Dunling.
This is the experience Lorenzo gained from living in Old Dunling these years. In this steam pipe, random explosions will bring heavy water mist, and this cloud of water mist can just help Lorenzo sneak.
This will attract the attention of those guards, and all he needs to do is get the report before they finish processing the pipeline.
He walked into the hospital hall casually and casually, without any awareness that he was here to steal anything.
Successfully lured away the guards and sneaked into the hospital... and walked in openly.
But here comes the question, where is that important report?
The white figure stepped into his field of vision, and Lorenzo quickly had an idea.
Lorenzo adjusted his mood and squeezed a few tears out of his gray-blue eyes. He waved to a nurse with a look of sadness on his face.
"My nephew was killed in the downtown area today. The guard told me to come and see the autopsy report this afternoon. Where is it?"
The eyes were sincere and sad, as if Lorenzo really had a nephew.
The nurse first expressed sympathy for Lorenzo's experience, and then told him that the police officers of Sualan Hall should hand it over to him. However, perhaps because of Lorenzo's sincere emotions, the nurse made an exception and told him the director's information. Office, although they can't get the report, they can find out the specific cause of his nephew's death.
A few minutes later, the middle-aged, bald director sat obediently in his chair, and sitting opposite him was Lorenzo.
Although he wanted to scream loudly at this uninvited guest, the ornately decorated Winchester was currently pressed against his shiny forehead. No matter what the reason was, he could only try to remain calm.
"This is the autopsy report you want, is it okay?"
Handing the document to Lorenzo, cold sweat left his smooth forehead.
"Do you have a copy?"
After flipping through a few pages, Lorenzo asked without raising his head.
"No no!"
It seems that this thing is very important to him, the director replied quickly.
"Really...can you make another copy?"
A strange request.
"It should be okay to let those forensic doctors write another report, and then hand that report over to Su Yalan Hall. Finally, don't mention what happened today to anyone. Can you do that?"
Although Wall is a stranger worth mentioning and no one cares about his life or death, once the autopsy report is lost or the Suararan Hall's attention is drawn to it for other reasons, this will undoubtedly add a lot of trouble to Lorenzo.
Lorenzo's eyes were cold, like a cold-blooded killer.
"Director Buscaro, you live at No. 147 Hammering Street in the outer city..."
Glancing at the document envelopes on the table, thoughts were rushing in Lorenzo's mind. On the other side of him, Buscaro felt a faint sense of great fear.
"You didn't wear a ring...I guess your wife divorced you, and she took your son?"
Like a master of reasoning, Lorenzo's eyes swept back and forth, collecting all the clues he could see. In his eyes, Buscaro was almost transparent.
His heart was beating violently, and these invisible words made him feel even more frightened and chilled. Compared with the shotgun on his head at this moment, it was much gentler.
"She left you a daughter. You especially love your daughter. She likes to eat sweets... right?"
Lorenzo proudly swung the final hammer.
Hearing this, Buscaro's psychological defense was completely broken. He couldn't understand why the man in front of him knew all this so clearly. His hands couldn't stop shaking. He might have had other ideas before, but when this happened He breaks down when it comes to his daughter.
……
Lorenzo walked out of Buscaro's office loaded with trophies, believing that the middle-aged man would be a good father.
Seeing the figure on the other side of the corridor, he smiled.
"Thank you so much, nurse. Director Buscaro promised to help me examine my nephew's body carefully. The murderer will not continue to be at large."
That was the nurse who had guided Lorenzo before. Speaking so intimately, Lorenzo approached her, then took out a few silver coins from his arms and secretly handed them to her.
"Thank you even more for the address you provided, dear nurse. Director Buscaro is looking forward to the gift I gave him."
Lorenzo strode away under the smiling gaze of the nurse.
There is no surprising reasoning, all this is just premeditated.
Lorenzo is a second-rate detective, a violent detective with no morals, but in a sense he is also a genius, a talented liar who can manipulate all available talents.
Maybe he doesn't have superhuman reasoning, but he is really a hero in this improvised crime.
There is only a thin line between a genius detective and a genius criminal. This line may be called principle or conscience, but it is obvious that Lorenzo does not have this thing. He jumps repeatedly between the two.
When I opened the iron door, the temperature dropped significantly.
This is the morgue, and not many people would come to this chilling place, so Lorenzo came here easily.
There was a report in his arms, but the strange state of Wall before his death made Lorenzo have to take a look in person. It was like an evil ghost in a dream that he had remembered for a long time.
"Which one?"
According to the serial number on the autopsy report, Lorenzo kept checking the nameplate in front of the iron cabinet.
Grasping the handle, he pulled out a frost-covered iron cabinet and dragged it directly to the ground. Lorenzo squatted aside and looked at the man he had killed not long ago.
There were several cuts on the body, and Lorenzo opened it with all his strength, revealing the internal organs underneath.
On the way here, he briefly glanced at the report. According to the forensic autopsy, there were some problems with Wall's bones and internal organs, but he did not go into details.
There was a twisted and disgusting scene inside, and I don’t know if the forensic doctors vomited when they dissected it here.
The internal organs were completely twisted together, and the dark red clots wrapped them together like pectin. The intestines began to shrink, and they were obviously much shorter than normal people. It was as if a surgery had been performed to remove part of the intestines, but there was no surgery. traces of passing.
There is also much less fat than normal people, which is used to store energy and keep warm, but it is obvious that this Viking's fat rate is surprisingly low.
It shouldn't be like this.
The place where the Vikings lived was freezing to death, and Wall's physique would directly freeze to death instead of living until now.
There are stones in the body, mostly distributed on the surface of the skin and joints. This thing is very hard. It is obviously a clot of crystalline material and flesh and blood tissue, but it is like armor. It is this thing that protects Wall, so Loren Zoichi's shot failed to kill him completely.
Lorenzo's brows were squeezed together, which made him think of something bad.
Picking up the chair next to him and sitting on it, he took out his cigarette case again. After thinking carefully, he took out one. After the fire, the intoxicating smoke slowly rose.
The lights in the morgue were extinguished one by one, and finally only the cigarette butt was left with the only flame.
(End of this chapter)