A Favor from Death Itself
1024 Words
Toward the end of the day
Bruce held the lab return form and death certificate from the 'Forensic Chemistry Division' in his hand and slowly handed it to the bald Henry medical examiner.
This was a homicide without a doubt, and the preliminary conclusions of the case had been emailed to the Detective Bureau as early as mid-morning.
Therefore for the Bureau of Forensic Medicine, the next step was only to provide subsequent technical support and that would be enough.
The task of investigation and conviction would naturally be led by the police.
If the murderer was arrested and prosecuted, Henry would have to testify as a forensic expert.
As for Bruce, he was just an unknown technician who was not qualified to speak in court.
After playing the card, Bruce did not leave immediately, but went around to the morgue.
With a smile on his face, he handed the armed guard a cigarette:
“Hey, man, any particularly exciting corpses delivered today?”
The guard took the cigarette and nodded briskly:
“Hey, there is!
There's a man's body that's been cut up and put in a garbage bag today... Gee, I heard that only part of the limb was recovered, and the victim was identified by the number of one of his false teeth...
Surprisingly, he was a lawyer who had been in the limelight, but now he's been reduced to a vagabond, hey, I don't know what kind of people he's offended.”
“Lawyer? Then it's probably a vendetta, right?”
Bruce was instantly interested.
“Well, 80% yes!”
The guard lowered his voice and said
“You know, the one who found the body is still a Chinese black homeless man it, that unlucky guy at first thought it was a piece of meat thrown by someone.
As a result, he saw a cut ...... of it, and only then he panicked and called the police.”
Bruce was speechless for a moment
After a moment's silence he lit his cigarette:
“I hope that finder won't leave any psychological shadow ......”
In his heart, however, he knew very well that any discovery under such circumstances would not change the fate of the homeless man.
He casually lamented, “It seems that this case is difficult to solve ah.”
“That's right!”
The guard spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders with concern:
“How do the police have the time to care about this pile of bedbugs? A few go missing every day, and no one will even bother to check.”
The two chatted some more, and the guard led Bruce into the morgue.
Bruce casually made an excuse:
“Isn't there an examination at the end of the month, I want to see a few more corpses to gain experience.”
The guards heard this and nodded in agreement without hesitation.
After all, Bruce's popularity and network resources in the Bureau of Forensic Medicine is well-known, this favor is not to help, face can not pass ah.
There were a total of forty-two corpses sent into the morgue today, and only one of them showed signs of obsession.
However
The obsession of the body of the lawyer who had been split up made Bruce cry and laugh
“solving the problem of survival for the homeless in Los Angeles.”
The obsession is so grandiose that it's almost impossible to realize.
Not to mention.
The odds are that the homeless man whose body is found won't make it more than a few weeks.
Bruce knew in his heart the plight of the homeless:
Three to five years was the limit, and most wouldn't last that long.
As for the women.
It's even harder for women to survive, often falling victim to violence, disease, and exploitation of all kinds.
Fulfilling a lawyer's obsession?
Bruce shook his head with a bitter smile, it was harder than ever.
After smoking a cigarette
Bruce had thought that was the end of his haul for the day and was about to leave when he saw a morgue cart being pushed by the scene surveyor through the passageway.
The surveyor pushing the cart was followed closely by a large, frowning white man.
Seeing Bruce, the surveyor greeted him with a tired smile:
“Hey Bruce, you're looking good today!”
“I've started working out lately.”
Bruce replied casually, but his eyes went to the body on the cart in curiosity:
“Yo, there's a new dead body delivered at this hour?”
“Yeah, the unlucky one found in the hotel.”
The surveyor was about to say more when the big white man behind him coughed lightly, signaling him to shut up.
Bruce, keenly aware of the somewhat awkward atmosphere, smiled as if nothing had happened, stepped forward, casually gestured a cross over the shrouded bag, and whispered:
“Amen.”
Then he turned around and left.
When he was far away, the big white man asked the surveyor in a low voice:
“Who was that little white man just now?”
The surveyor smiled helplessly:
“Oh, his name is Bruce, he's an assistant in our forensic division, and he's very well liked.”
The big white man nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.
At this moment, the corner of Bruce's mouth, who had returned to the car, lifted slightly, revealing a trace of a satisfied smile.
It seemed that the new obsession had fallen firmly into his hands.
He couldn't help but rub his hands together and closed his eyes, probing the invitation from death with anticipation.
Bruce closed his eyes and probed the new obsession for a moment.
A second later, his eyes snapped open — and his expression turned downright bizarre.
The owner of this obsession left him utterly dumbfounded!
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