In North America, you call this a coroner?

Chapter 5: Please show some respect to this corpse! (-in-)

Brian felt like he was having a dream.

Scenes of memories that I want to forget are constantly replaying in my mind like a movie: the flames of the children's home, the previous adoptive parents, their eyes wide open in death after various accidents, the broken corpses on the autopsy bed. .
These deliberately forgotten scenes resurfaced in his mind again, like hallucinations from the past, constantly impacting Brian's mind.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Brian opened his eyes blankly.

A blood moon slowly dissipated from the depths of his eyes.

Brian touched his stiff and raised neck uncomfortably, and said strangely: "I just seemed to have had a dream, and I dreamed about frequent hallucinations. My neck feels sore."

After stretching his neck for a while, he took out his mobile phone and looked at the time. He was shocked to find that it was already past midnight.

However, Brian clearly remembered that when he looked at the time, it was only after eleven!
No wonder my neck feels sore.

But, why did an hour pass suddenly?
Did his consciousness just become fragmented?

Brian frowned as he thought about that recurring hallucination.

There is really something wrong with this blood moon that the uncle attaches great importance to!
Brian immediately used professional techniques to check his body.

Soreness and weakness in waist and legs, kidney deficiency, muscle weakness
Nothing has changed at all.

He began to look at his surroundings again.

The silver moon hung high above his head, and there was deathly silence all around.

There were vague sounds of police car chase sirens coming from the distant streets, and from time to time there were women's screams and men's strange howls like wild beasts.

"Both the body and the surrounding environment have not changed..."

Brian shook his head and turned back to the room.

A few streets away from his apartment were several homeless encampments.

There were sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling outside.

He has long been used to it.

"I must have been sick again just now."

Brian was always a little uneasy and couldn't figure out the reason. In order to avoid internal conflict, he had to forcefully find a reason to comfort himself.

He was going to take a bath and relax.

In order to stabilize his mental state.

He never bothered with things he couldn't figure out.

Half an hour later.

Brian was wearing pajamas, drinking hot milk, and stretched out comfortably, preparing to go to bed early today.

Jingle bell bell~
at this time.

The rapid ringing of the cell phone interrupted Brian's movements.

He frowned and put down the water glass in his hand, took out his mobile phone, and after seeing the call notification, reluctantly chose to answer the call: "Tom, I."

"Thank God someone finally answered the phone!"

A wilted, shrill voice interrupted Brian's words: "Brian, man, listen, I need your help now. Please rush to the forensic bureau as quickly as possible. I'm not kidding, as fast as possible." !”

beep~
Looking at the hung up phone, Brian rolled his eyes.

Thom is his colleague.

However, the other party is a forensic scene investigator, the kind who follows the car to carry the body. Sometimes he will help take some photos at some murder scenes, collect some scene traces and leftover evidence, and work with the Robbery and Murder Division of the Police Detective Bureau. (The Major Crime Unit) also has the most dealings.

The other party should be on duty today.

It is estimated that many bodies were suddenly discovered somewhere and they were short of manpower, so they called for help.

The current security situation in Los Angeles is not very good.

Such emergencies are quite common.

Brian changed his clothes, thought for a while, and took out a special pistol the size of an ordinary person's palm from the secret compartment under the bed, filled it with bullets, and hid it on his body. He also took two homemade detonators with pull-string detonators and inserted them into them. in the custom strip pocket on the inside of the suit before leaving the apartment.

The community he is renting in now is a middle-to-high-end community with a sense of age.

It's close to downtown Los Angeles.

The community environment looks average, and the public facilities are a bit old, but overall it is clean and orderly.

There is a police station next to it.

The surrounding police patrols are also very diligent, and the security of several nearby streets is very good.

It's a completely different world from the homeless camp a few streets away.

The residents here are basically the same as Brian, they are all tenants with ordinary backgrounds but relying on their own efforts to earn a decent income.

There are very few real homeowners.

the reason is simple.

As more and more black households and homeless people gathered in this metropolis, Government Z set up several homeless gathering places a few streets away from Brian's community in order to control these unstable factors.

The surrounding streets are full of tents and garbage, and you can often see drug addicts who look like walking zombies, standing in the corner in a daze.
This affects the mood of wealthy people.

So they started running to the suburbs and nearby towns.

It’s been a long time.

Here, there are high-end companies, communities, and commercial streets on one side, and on the other side, there are slovenly homeless people, tents occupying street corners, and other strange downtown scenes.

It's fine during the day.

At night, there are demons dancing around.

So the really wealthy people either ran away or lived in higher-end communities with single-family villas, manors, and independent security guards patrolling day and night.

Brian cautiously passed through the most chaotic blocks before slowing down and driving towards the Medical Examiner's Bureau.

Half an hour later.

A dilapidated building that resembled a factory appeared in front of Brian's eyes.

This is the Bureau of Medical Examiner's headquarters in Los Angeles.

The Medical Examiner's Bureau, the full name of the Los Angeles County Medical Examiner's Bureau, is the only official forensic identification agency of the Los Angeles County government. It is responsible for death cases and forensic examinations in the entire Los Angeles County area (88 cities). It is also the largest medical examiner's bureau in the United States.

The Los Angeles County Medical Examiner's Bureau is a functional department under the county government. It is independent of the police department, search department, courts and other judicial agencies. Compared with the police department, it is a department at the same level.

But there are not many employees here.

There are only a few hundred people in the five major departments combined.

Among them, there are only 23 front-line forensic doctors, and their daily workload is very heavy.

As for Brian.

He is just an inconspicuous little Karami among the five major departments of the Forensic Bureau.

Park the car.

Brian said hello to the doorman who was watching the midnight pay-per-view channel, and walked directly to the autopsy room.

As the largest autopsy center in Los Angeles County.

There are 2 large dissecting rooms and 1 small dissecting room.

Among them, the large autopsy room can perform 11 autopsies at the same time and is mainly used for general autopsies.

The small autopsy room can perform 3 autopsies at the same time, and is mainly used for surface examination of corpses and the dissection of decomposed corpses and infectious disease corpses.

Not all deceased people require an autopsy.

There were 19039 deaths in Los Angeles last year.

Eliminate those who died who were not involved in criminal cases.

Last year, the Medical Examiner's Bureau accepted only about 9500 cases requiring autopsies.

Exclude rest days and holidays.

More than 20-40 corpses are dissected here every day.

In other words.

Each forensic doctor's daily workload is probably one or two corpses.

In fact, unless the work content is too disgusting. The treatment here is still very good.

In fact, if everything goes well at night, the on-site surveyor on duty can drive the site survey vehicle around two in the morning and go directly home to sleep.

If there is an on-site case, just drive there directly from home.

Apparently, Brian's colleague Thom was not having much luck today.

Just arrived at the autopsy room.

Brian saw a tall, thin middle-aged man wearing a work hat, leaning tiredly on the white wall of the corridor, smoking a cigarette with his head lowered.

"Man, you don't look like you're in a good mood."

Brian came forward and said hello.

When the tall and thin man heard the noise, he turned his head and forced a smile on his ugly face: "Hi, Brian, you're here."

This person is Thom.

This guy was once a detective in the police detective bureau. During an operation, he was shot several times, and one of the bullets almost pierced his throat.

Although Thom survived in the end, his health became very poor, he looked like a drug addict, and his voice became high-pitched and deep.

Due to changes in body shape, Thom was often stopped and checked by patrolmen when he went out, which made him increasingly withdrawn and did not like to go out. He only became more acquainted with Brian through some conversations about certain arts.

Thom took out a cigarette from his pocket, threw it to Brian, and then rubbed his sunken eye sockets:

"There's some trouble today.

There were two cases in total.

The deceased were two women.

The two were neighbors. There was only a fence between their residences. They died at about the same time. They were both killed by the murderer in their own house. It should be the same person who committed the crime. "

"Homicide?"

Brian understood the subtext of Thom's words.

Homicide is very troublesome.

According to the procedure, a cumbersome corpse examination needs to be carried out based on the injuries.

In addition, we have to deal with the requests and assistance from the Police Detective Bureau. We have to take responsibility for any mistakes, which is often thankless.

This also leads to facing such cases.

The people in the Forensic Medical Bureau should be as slow as possible in producing the results. It is best for the police to solve the case and issue an autopsy report based on the results to avoid liability.

Also for this reason.

The detective bureau was unhappy with the medical examiner's bureau.

It has been proposed many times to imitate the one in New York and form more 'criminal experimental teams' to share the power of the Medical Examiner's Bureau.

Of course, this kind of proposal that costs money but has no benefits has never been taken seriously by the higher-ups.

I know it was two homicides.

Brian had a mask of pain on his face.

This kind of autopsy is a corpse, corresponding to a case number.

The person handling each step cannot be changed easily.

Brian isn't really a forensic scientist though.

But he is now responsible for temporarily collecting the two corpses, and the follow-up work will also be handled by him and the arranged forensic doctor.

Of course, forensic doctors are only responsible for describing and recording injuries and normal organs, drawing autopsy sketches, and extracting organs, blood and other related test materials.

As for the hard work of dissecting corpses and taking photos.

It was carried out by Brian under the guidance of the medical examiner.

The subsequent handover of various departments in the Forensic Bureau was also the responsibility of Brian, a hardworking boy.

The whole process is very cumbersome.

Thom also knew that he had tricked Brian, and he showed an apology on his face: "I heard that a new department seems to be established recently, and there is a shortage of experienced dissectors. Just act as if you are familiar with the business."

When Brian heard this, his heart moved.

New department?
Could it be the 'criminal experimental team' that Uncle Billy mentioned?
He lit a cigarette and pretended to be casual: "What new department?"

Thom shook his head: "The news was told to me by my former colleagues in the Robbery and Murder Division. I don't know the details, but the treatment is definitely better than those of us who are on the fringe of the Forensic Bureau. I should sign up then."

Seeing this, Brian could only give up and continue talking.

One cigarette over.

The two began to get busy.

Thom's job is mainly responsible for producing on-site investigation reports and information investigation reports on the deceased.

This is actually a very strange thing.

Because under normal circumstances, these are handled by the police detectives responsible for homicide cases, and the police detective bureau also has on-site investigators who specialize in investigating the scene.

The weird place is right here.

According to the regulations here in Los Angeles.

At a homicide scene, a forensic scene investigator must work with the police to conduct an on-site investigation of the murder scene.

At the same time, the on-site investigators on the police side can only be responsible for on-site inspections other than corpses, and do not have the authority to inspect corpses on-site.

The investigation of the body can only be carried out by on-site investigators from the Bureau of Forensic Medicine.

So when will the Police Detective Bureau take over the investigation of the case?
This will have to wait until dawn. After reading the on-site investigation report and the information investigation report on the deceased provided by the forensic on-site investigator, the forensic doctor at work will determine that it is a homicide and issue a written appraisal report to the Police Detective Bureau.

Only there can officially take over the investigation of the case.

In short, it is very cumbersome.

Brian's job tonight was to improvise and describe the characteristics of the corpse.

Thom had already prepared the report materials before Brian arrived, so he took Brian to the two morgue trucks, then shrank into the small room next door and immersed himself in writing the report.

Looking at two bodies wrapped in body bags.

Brian took a deep breath of the air that smelled strongly of disinfectant and formalin, changed his clothes, turned on the shooting equipment, inserted an unnumbered card, and was ready to start working.

wow~
As the chains were pulled apart.

Two unrecognizable and tragically dead female corpses appeared in front of Brian.

Although Brian is a gangster, he has handled more than a thousand corpses in more than two years, and he still has basic eyesight after hearing and seeing them.

This was clearly a blunt force injury.

The murderer was most likely a very strong man, and he must have been in a very excited state at the time, as he had dented the cheek bones of the two victims.

"Kind of like a crime of passion."

Brian looked at it numbly for a few times, then walked towards the body on the right, preparing to make a simple note.

at this time.

The incandescent light in the morgue flickered.

Brian looked up subconsciously, only to find that everything was as usual. Just as he was about to continue his work, a cold touch suddenly enveloped his right hand near the morgue.
Someone grabbed my right hand! ! !
Brian was startled, and almost instinctively broke away from the cold package, pulled out his pistol, and retreated sharply, only to hit another morgue.

next moment.

The same cold and biting touch appeared in another part of Brian's body.

Brian lowered his head suddenly and saw a pale, stiff, slender arm unceremoniously grabbing the place where he was connected to the triangle of his overalls, making him almost unconscious.
Draft it!
I am a living person, how can I be bullied by a corpse?
A surge of anger surged into my heart!
A series of unknown changes.

Not only did it not scare Brian, it actually aroused his long-suppressed emotions.

With a crazy smile on his face, he pulled out the detonator on his body, pulled the fuse, and grinned: "Please show some respect to this corpse, or I will fill your cute little mouth with them."

　4400 words, two chapters in one.

　　In addition, this book has already been signed. If you have tickets, please don’t be stingy and throw them all into this book. Thank you guys.

　　good night.

　　(Speechless, both paragraphs have been reviewed. I don’t know when they will be released after revision)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)