The Corpse Grabbed My Crotch
924 Words
Bruce felt like he was having a dream.
A scene of memories that he wanted to forget resurfaced in his mind like a movie clip - the fire at the orphanage, the eyes of a few adoptive parents that widened before they unexpectedly passed away, the fragmented body on the autopsy bed ......
He didn't know how long it took before he opened his eyes in a daze, feeling as if his consciousness had been wrenched from an abyss. The reflection of a blood moon slowly faded in his pupils, as if some unfinished call had just ended.
“Did I ...... just dream a hallucination? My neck is so sore.” He rubbed his sore neck in an attempt to ease that inexplicable discomfort.
When he slowed down to take a look at his cell phone, he couldn't help but frown - he clearly remembered that it was just eleven o'clock, but it was already past midnight?
“Broken? Another attack?”
He immediately checked the video from the balcony camera, and in the picture, he was looking up at the sky like a puppet, his body stiff.
“Surely it's not an ordinary blood moon ......” Bruce muttered, he felt a sense of uneasiness, and hurriedly checked his own body, but the results were normal, without any ”werewolf transformation” The police siren sounded in the distance.
Police sirens, women screaming, and men yelling in the distance ...... were the norm of the night in that homeless camp.
“Nothing happened? Another false alarm?” He shook his head and forced himself to calm down, “If you can't figure it out, don't.”
So, half an hour later, he destroyed the video, made a cup of hot milk, and was about to shuffle off to bed.
Ding bell-
The cell phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up irritably, “Dempsey, I-”
“Thank God! You answered the phone!” The shrill, raspy voice interrupted him sharply, “Bruce, man, I really need you urgently right now, come to the coroner's office right away! As fast as you can!”
Beep-beep-beep-the call was hung up.
“What a rush.” Bruce rolled his eyes, put down his glass of water, and quickly changed his clothes, grabbing the compact pistol and two homemade detonators handy for his body.
L.A. law and order was a dime a dozen, and he'd rather be more prepared than be the subject of a news headline.
Driving through the chaos of the neighborhood, he reached the headquarters of the Bureau of Forensic Medicine half an hour later, the factory-like building standing still in the night.
The old doorman was watching the midnight channel and waved when he saw him.
Bruce nodded his head in greeting and walked briskly toward the autopsy room.
Just as he reached the hallway, he saw Dempsey leaning against the white wall, smoking with a tired look on his face.
“Man, you look like you just slipped through hell.” Bruce greeted with a smile.
“Hey Bruce, you're here ......,” Dempsey forced a smile, his voice still that shrill and depressing, ”Trouble tonight ...... , there were two homicides, the victims were neighbors, both died pretty bad.”
“Homicide?” Bruce frowned.
Dempsey nodded, “Blunt force deaths, facial bones are dented ...... supposedly by the same person.”
“Crime of passion?” Bruce exhales a puff of smoke.
Dempsey smiled bitterly, “Most likely. Your part won't be easy, collecting coffins, documenting, assisting with autopsies, a one-stop shop.”
“Should I charge you more for overtime?” Bruce half-joked, but helpless.
Dempsey consoled, “I heard that a new department may be established in the Bureau of Forensic Medicine recently, with good treatment, so you can practice first.”
“New department?” Bruce's heart shook, remembering the “criminal experiment team” mentioned by his uncle. He didn't move to ask a few questions, but Dempsey only knew half of it.
The rest of the process was extremely tedious.
Dempsey took him to two morgue cars, the body wrapped tightly, Bruce changed gear, turn on the filming equipment, ready to start recording.
WOW--
The shrouded bags open and the two female bodies are bloody and disfigured.
“Strong force, strong anger.” He frowned and analyzed, “Like it was done under an emotional outburst.”
Just as he crouched closer, ready to examine the right side of the body-
The incandescent light flickered.
He jerked his head up, normal all around.
“Hallucination?” Just as he relaxed, his right hand suddenly went cold, as if something cold had gripped him!
He jerked back, bumping into another body.
The next second--
A stiff, pale female hand unexpectedly and precisely ...... grabbed the triangle part of his pants!
“Grass!” Bruce was shocked and furious, instantly drew back and drew his gun to alert.
“Old man a living person, can still be molested by you dead?”
Anger erupted in fear, he drew his detonator, his eyes fierce, grinning low, “This corpse, please show some respect, or I'll take the detonator and stuff it in your mouth as a toothpick!”
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