While Rosetta was still taking notes in the interrogation room.
At the same time, on the other side of the police station, Akira Fukuyama, who was responsible for investigating the prison break, had only slept for three hours and was awakened by a phone call from his subordinates.
He yawned tiredly, ignored the greetings of his colleagues, and walked quickly through the corridor of the police station, walking deeper until he got into the elevator, and finally the car stopped at the "negative second floor".
The entrance to the morgue.
In the sudden drop in temperature of the surrounding environment, Fukuyama Akira wrapped his clothes tightly, and then opened the door and saw the man who was among a pile of tragically dead corpses, setting up a small pot on the alcohol lamp and rubbing his hands to cook instant noodles.
Forensic doctor in white coat.
Smelling the smell of disinfectant, blood of corpses, and the aroma of instant noodles mixed with the other party's body, after entering the door, Fukuyama Akira couldn't help but frowned instinctively, suppressing his displeasure and said: "You said you have grown from these mutilated
Key information was found on the corpse and I need to report it to the superiors. Now that I'm here, where is the thing you mentioned?"
"Listen to me, don't worry. The clues are there and they won't disappear. It just so happens that the noodles are almost ready. Why don't you order some for Fukuyama's inspection?"
The forensic doctor in a white coat pointed to the pot of food boiling on the alcohol lamp, then took a deep breath of the aroma and praised: "Serving a bowl of noodles like this after work is such a treat in the world."
"No need, I'm not hungry, you better eat it yourself." Fukuyama Akira said while holding back his nausea.
"Okay, I knew it would be like this." The forensic doctor sighed in disappointment. When he was about to eat, he raised his head and asked: "I have been working since I received the body yesterday evening.
You don’t mind having a meal and Fukuyama patrolling, right?”
When Fukuyama Akira didn't answer, the forensic doctor took it as his acquiescence. He clasped his hands piously and said "I'm starting" and then began to quickly eliminate the food in the small pot.
Maybe it's because there are people waiting nearby.
In just a few minutes, the forensic doctor had finished all the food, even drank the noodle soup, burped loudly and indecently, and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his white coat.
"Okay, now that I've solved the basic physical problems, I can talk to Inspector Fukuyama about the things you care about most."
The forensic doctor smiled, dug out rubber gloves from some pile of rubbish around him and put them on. He waved to Akira Fukuyama and said: "Let's go, follow me. Didn't you want to know where the great writer was before Fukuyama patrolled?"
Isn’t it in the list of the dead?”
Following the forensic doctor towards the morgue, upon hearing this, Akira Fukuyama asked: "Now do you have the answer?"
"Yes, there is an answer." The forensic doctor gave a positive reply, walked to a body bag, scratched his head and raised his chin: "Here, open it, here is the great writer you have been thinking about.
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"Um?!"
Obviously, Akira Fukuyama was shocked when he heard this.
But then, after he followed the forensic doctor's instructions and opened the body bag, the surprise that was just hidden in his heart turned into an ugly look of nausea on his face.
"You told me...this pile of things is Tsukiyama Masao?"
He held his stomach and pointed at the almost inhuman remains in the body bag.
"Yes, it's Masao Tsukiyama, Inspector Fukuyama. What you said, it seems like I can still lie to you?" The forensic doctor rolled his eyes at Akira Fukuyama, who looked like he was about to vomit at any moment, and quietly stretched out his rubber-gloved hand.
After going in and groping for a while, a scalpel came out from the other party's stomach. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Well, I said I remembered it correctly. Sure enough, I forgot something in it."
Staring at the corpse in the body bag, Akira Fukuyama had no time to pay attention to the forensic doctor's actions. He just asked in an unbelieving tone: "Where is the evidence? How do you prove that this corpse is Masao Tsukiyama?"
"You said there is too much evidence."
The forensic doctor wiped the blood-stained scalpel and put it casually into the pocket of his white coat. He took down several plastic bags containing evidence from the shelf nearby, put them on the table, and said one by one: "Fingerprints, irises, personal belongings."
, I have confirmed all these things, and the identity of the corpse is undoubtedly Tsukiyama Masao. If you are interested, you can take a look here."
Looking at the evidence in front of him, Fukuyama Akira fell silent. Even though he had previously logically inferred that only Tsukiyama Masao was the most likely real murderer or accomplice in this prison break, everyone is dead now.
The corpse was right in front of him, and the facts undoubtedly overturned all his previous guesses.
It took him a long time to accept this fact.
But then, the forensic doctor who was following him patted him on the shoulder without knowing how to read the atmosphere, and said: "Also, while inspecting the corpses you sent over yesterday in Fukuyama, I actually made a surprising discovery.
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"What discovery?" Akira Fukuyama asked.
"That is...the escape incident in the third prison was probably not caused by 'human beings'!"
The forensic doctor sounded excited and dragged Fukuyama Akira to look at the rather special 'evidences' that had been specially sorted out: "Look, these are the pieces of meat that I found from the stomachs of some deceased people, the missing pieces of meat from other deceased people, and
It looks like a cracked skeleton that has been chewed by some large canine..."
Looking at the things that the forensic doctor showed off to him, Fukuyama Akira once again suppressed his nausea and asked: "What exactly do you want to say?"
"Inspection Fukuyama, don't you really think there's anything wrong with these things appearing in prison?"
The forensic doctor pushed up his glasses with his hands wearing blood-stained rubber gloves, and said in a very professional tone: "Of the corpses you sent during Fukuyama's inspection, although some died in explosions, most of them died in explosions.
He died from similar injuries, such as being bitten by a large carnivore."
"Even in the zoo in Yichuan City, I have never seen a dangerous creature that can cause such injuries. Patrol Fukuyama, you can tell me why such unidentified ghosts appear in groups in the prison.
And among the corpses you brought me, why are there no corpses of such ghosts?"
"Also, if I remember correctly, the number of people when you went out should be more than the number when you came back..."
"That's almost it." Before the forensic doctor could finish his sentence, Fukuyama Akira, who obviously knew something, interrupted him coldly: "Some things are not always better the more you know."
"I can shut up, but at least you should let me know what it is that did all this."
The forensic doctor frowned, put his hands into the pockets of his white coat, and said, "If you didn't tell me, then I would start to guess. I know that Inspector Fukuyama, you are a good and upright policeman, and you have always obeyed meticulously."
Order, there are not many people who can keep you silent like this."
"If I had to guess, that person should be from our police station..."
When he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the ceiling. Immediately, Akira Fukuyama understood what he meant. The expression on his face changed uncertainly. After thinking about it for a while, he finally showed signs of loosening his tone.
"Who told me to shut up? You don't have to guess. Regarding this matter, I can only tell you some basic information that you can know."
"I believe you have also guessed that there are indeed some hidden existences in the dark side of this world."
Akira Fukuyama paused, took a deep breath and said: "It's just that the person who caused this series of tragic scenes in the prison was not the unknown creature you imagined, but just a person, a 'resurrectionist'."
Just like before they encountered this sudden death, those faces that complained about the recent economic downturn, the increasing number of unemployed and committing crimes, and the increasingly busy work, vaguely remained in front of them.
Having said this, recalling what happened yesterday, Akira Fukuyama became a little absent-minded and silent, and his voice became much lower when he spoke.
"In fact, you should have been exposed to the term "resurrected person" before.
"In that tragedy that happened a few years ago, I remember that you were the one who dissected the victims who were severely burned, right?"
Before the forensic doctor could answer, Akira Fukuyama said: "In fact, it was a crime caused by a 'resurrectionist', and it was while investigating that case that I came into contact with relevant information."
"What exactly is a 'resurrectionist'?"
Forensic doctors seem to have a special liking for such taboo topics.
"The person who told me these things told me that all those who have returned to life are the dead who have returned from the underworld."
Akira Fukuyama was silent for a while and said: "The 'resurrectionist' I came into contact with back then was originally a resident in the old city. Because he refused to accept demolition, he was hostile to the real estate developers."
"When we received the report, their family had already been burned alive in their room by arsonists."
"Due to the pressure exerted by some people above who have connections with real estate companies, we had to temporarily suspend the investigation."
"And just a week after this incident happened, the police received a fire alarm, and the real estate developer's family suddenly encountered the same thing."
"Some people said that before the incident, they saw the figure of the resurrected person at the fire scene. I received the alarm and rushed there immediately, but at that time, I saw that the person who should have been dead returned from hell to complete his revenge.
The man controlled the fire burning out of his body and burned himself into ashes in the burning fire in front of me."
"He died because of the negligence of our police and the delay in justice. However, I received praise and attention from my superiors just because I reported this abnormal incident... Oh, how ironic."
The forensic doctor understood his guilt and comforted him: "Maybe it's not your fault."
Akira Fukuyama just shook his head silently. There was no confusion in his eyes, only a kind of dull anger remained.
"I couldn't give him fair treatment at the beginning, so I could only let his family be burned to death in vain."
"But now..." Fukuyama Akira wrapped his clothes tightly and whispered through gritted teeth: "I can no longer let the brother who died in this matter and died at the hands of that bitch die without any value!