A pungent smell of corpse odor mixed with formalin hit my face. Two long iron tables were placed in the room. The wooden shelves next to the iron tables were filled with small pottery jars, and the tops were made of

Various parts of the human body soaked in formalin.

There is a corpse of a man with his left leg missing on an iron table. It should be the corpse of the unlucky guy who was killed last night. There is also a corpse on a table inside, but the difference is that a piece of paper is covering the feet and face.

white cloth.

"Mr. Kreisinger, are you there? We are investigating the death of a dock worker last night. Hello, hello." Bell shouted loudly.

The corpse on the second iron table slowly sat up, covered with white cloth and hanging on its head. Bell shivered when he saw this, "Mr. Annick, please take out your gun quickly. Is this the corpse resurrected?"

"Little Bell, calm down and take a closer look." Annick stopped Bell from trying to pull out the revolver from his waist. The thing was broken last time and now it is just a decoration hanging on his waist. Anyway, he has not been fishing recently.

Go to Commons to help repair it.

"Boy, I haven't screamed yet." A hand stretched out from under the white cloth and pulled off the white cloth, revealing his head.

Bell said after seeing the corpse showing its true identity.

"I'm scared to death. Mr. Kreisinger, why are you lying in the autopsy area?"

"This space is not enough for me to put another bed. It's all because this idiot Green came back in the middle of the night to drag the corpse and asked me to write a report after reading it. I didn't get enough sleep." Kreisinger jumped down and acted as an autopsy.

The table on the stage came towards the two of them.

"You slept in the room where the corpse was kept all night? Aren't you scared?" Betsy said.

"What are you afraid of? This one is not fresh. Look at the pile of preserved organs on the shelf. Every year, a group of interns from the medical school come here to visit. The corpse was there last night. What do you want to ask?

?Be careful not to knock the urn off the shelf. It’s quite annoying to clean.”

"Urns?" Annick asked.

"Some homeless people in our jurisdiction whose bodies are unclaimed either died of freezing, illness or starvation. They are usually cremated and then temporarily stored at my place. They are collectively sent to public cemeteries for burial once every six months. In this case, family members came.

Take it, at least it's not an unknown corpse."

Annick once again lamented that this weirdo was really not afraid of anything. If this room were to be shown in a horror movie, there would be no need to decorate it.

"Come here, I don't know when the family will come to claim it. Maybe you can convince the family whether they are willing to undergo an autopsy. Anyway, there is only a wound on the left leg that was severed on the surface of the body." Kreisinger pointed to the man's body on the autopsy table and said.

arrive.

Annick took a closer look and saw the body of a man who looked to be in his thirties. His skin was tanned by working on the dock for a long time. The palms of his hands were covered with calluses and small wounds from long-term labor. The man's eyes were protruding and the corners of his eyes were still wet.

There was a little tear stain. There were no other wounds on his body except for the severed wound on his left leg. Blue veins appeared all over his body. The spots on the corpse were light and his mouth was pale.

"What was the cause of death?" Annick didn't understand medicine and had to ask.

"There is no obvious trauma. I can't dissect the internal organs without the signature of the family members, but the body spots and the condition of the mouth look like excessive blood loss. But the strange thing is that according to Green, there is almost no blood at the scene. Look at the left

The wound at the base of the leg. Do you see anything strange?"

Annick looked at the wound. The cut was very complete, and the muscles and bones on the thigh could be seen cut off. Then he said.

"The cut was too complete. I just wanted to cut off the thigh with one knife and take it away. There was no need for a second knife. I didn't see any sign of a second knife at the root of the thigh."

"Yes, an adult man's thighs are very thick, and the muscles and bones on the thighs are also very strong. Normally, it would be completely and almost perfectly cut off like this, unless the person's thighs are placed on a guillotine, and then there is a thousand-pound

The knife dropped and cut off. The key is that if you do this, blood will definitely splash, and there should be a lot of blood at the scene. But there is not that much blood at the scene, so where did the man's blood and thigh go?" Kreisinger said.

"Is it possible that Birch Street is not the scene of the crime? The man was killed elsewhere, his blood was drained, his legs were cut off, and then he was moved to Birch Street." Annick thought of a very simple method.

"This method is feasible, but why did the murderer drain the victim's blood and cut off the left thigh? If it is just to suck blood, there is no need to cut off the limbs. The big human-shaped bats in our country are basically controlled and no one dares to do this.

Yes. If the body was dismembered and destroyed to prevent being caught, why would the body be abandoned on the street?" Kreisinger seemed dissatisfied with Annick's explanation and put forward his own rebuttal.

"If there is no progress in the physical evidence, we can only start from the motive. What do you think is the motive for this murder?" Annick asked.

"Indiscriminate killing or mental illness?" Bell first expressed his guess.

"The method of killing is not like killing someone on a whim. I think there must be some kind of premeditation." This is the opinion of the old forensic doctor.

"You don't have to guess, this is coming for us." Captain Parker's voice came into the room before him, and then the captain with a serious face walked in, holding a copy of this morning's Eggsburg Daily News in his hand.

"What's going on with us?" Annick asked doubtfully.

"Bell, please read the column at the top of the second page." Captain Parker handed over the newspaper. After taking it, Bell turned to the second page and started reading.

"The title is K's challenge. The editorial department of this newspaper received a letter early this morning. When I opened it, I saw that it was a bloody letter. After several hours of deliberations by the editorial department, we decided to publish this letter from the K organization. As for this letter

Whether the specific content of the letter is true or not, our reporter will interview the police officers of the Gonia District Port Branch today. Please pay attention to the follow-up reports.

text:

We are a k organization and believe in extremely powerful gods. The port bank robbery in July was ordered by us to raise sacrifices and funds for the gods. It is a pity that the blasphemous port branch captain Parker led his men to track down and

It blocked our income. So we decided to challenge the port branch. At 8 pm on August 1, a man died in the jurisdiction of the port branch. We left a note at the scene to remind him."

"For the next four days, we will kill one person every day and leave a reminder note. If the port police have not deciphered the message we left for this crime on the eighth day, we will attack indiscriminately and confirm

The policemen who joined the port branch are just salary thieves like the police in other areas. If you solve this case, please publish it in the Eggersberg Daily News as to why we committed this case. We have left you with the meaning on paper.

"

"A bunch of lunatics, deliberately killing people just to challenge us?" Annick felt the world's indifference to the rule of law.
Chapter completed!