Ember Gun

  Chapter 4 Mutated Corpse

  Victoria Central Hospital.

  This is one of the oldest hospitals in the whole Invigli, and its top-notch medical level is directly proportional to its long history. The hospital has been expanded several times over the years, and it is now the only building that spans two districts in Old Dunling. In order to ensure the hospital's medical care, the Mechanical Institute even directly established a separate energy supply pipeline for it.

  Old Dunling’s Supreme Security Force Suyalan Hall is not far from Victoria Central Hospital. If necessary, the Mounted Police can arrive here with a rifle filled with bullets within ten minutes after receiving the order.

  Because of its large size, Victoria Central Hospital has also had many other functions in recent years, such as cooperation with Su Yalan Hall.

The body of the case will be sent here for autopsy, and the body of Sailor Wall is obviously not worthy of attention, no one has claimed it, and it is not important. According to the procedure, his body will be directly transferred to Wangli Medical College and handed over to the students to practice surgery. , But at someone’s insistent request, this worthless corpse underwent a rare autopsy.

  The police officer looked at the young girl standing in the corridor with a look of impatientness.

  If she hadn't insisted on asking for an autopsy, he should stay at the workstation and enjoy a rare rest. In Old Dunling, people in the lower city are not considered citizens of Inverweg in the eyes of the police officer. Unless the case involves people in the outer city, they never take it seriously.

  But this young girl is different. This is the first case she took over. She has to find out what she says.

  A bloody, full of energy.

   Once upon a time, the police officer was also such a person, but now he is just as smooth as his life. It may be that he saw what he used to be in the girl, so he endured it. In his opinion, life is boring. The girl will give up within a few days, so he just needs to wait a little.

  "Has the report not come out yet?"

  The girl finally caught another nurse and asked anxiously.

  "Police officer, you know, according to the process report, the director has to take a look and sign it. Maybe he is busy now. Please wait for a while."

  The nurse had an awkward smile on her face. This young police officer had been waiting here since the corpse was delivered early in the morning, asking every hour. It was really annoying. What did she think an autopsy was? Killing pigs? Even if it takes a long time to slaughter a pig, what can be checked out in just such a little time!

"Oh, OK."

  There was a bit of disappointment on her excited little face, but a violent explosion soon rekindled her interest.

  The explosion came from the street, and the violent impact shattered the outer glass. The crowd screamed in panic, and the gray mist filled every place.

   "Eve!"

  The police officer yelled her name, and then took out his baton.

   "Is it a terrorist attack? Officer Press."

  As a new detective, Eve pulled out her gun in excitement.

   "It should just be the aging and explosion of underground steam pipes that blew up the manhole cover... Put your gun away and we are going to maintain law and order."

  Looking at this energetic rookie Pres felt a headache. He hated his luck a bit, otherwise, why would he draw this rookie by himself?

  The hot steam filled the streets, and the crowd stabilized after a brief panic. Old Dunling is very large, not only covers an area, but also has huge underground facilities. Under people's feet, they are the most complicated pipelines in the world. They grow wildly like dense cobwebs in the underground of Old Dunling.

  It is obviously very difficult to maintain such a large facility. It is no wonder that accidents of aging pipelines occur from time to time.

The irritable police officer and the young detective walked out of the hospital together. The fog filled the field of vision. Someone seemed to have missed her sight and passed through the fog beside her. Eve looked back at the gray water mist beside her blankly. .

   "Eve, hurry up!" Press shouted.

  Eve was still looking at the water mist. She was stunned for a few seconds. She looked at Pres on the other side of the mist. Then, as if she had made any decision, she turned her head and followed the faint weirdness in her heart.

  ...

  A simple explosive can cause a riot in Old Dunling.

  This is the experience Lorenzo gained from living in the old Dunling for these years. In this steam pipe, random explosions will bring heavy water mist, and this water mist can help Lorenzo sneak.

  This will attract the attention of the guards, and you only need to get the report before they finish processing the pipeline.

   Stepped into the lobby of the hospital casually, without the slightest conscious that he was here to steal something.

  Successfully led away the guards and sneaked into the hospital... and walked in openly.

  But here comes the question, where is the important report?

  The white figure stepped into his field of vision, and Lorenzo soon had an idea.

  Lorenzo adjusted his emotions, forced his gray-blue eyes to squeeze a few tears, and waved to a nurse with a sad expression on his face.

  "My nephew was killed in the Xiacheng District today. The guard said that I would come to see the autopsy report in the afternoon. Where is it?"

   His eyes were sincere and sad, as if Lorenzo really had a nephew.

The nurse first expressed sympathy for Lorenzo's experience, and then told him that this should be handed over to him by the police officers of Suaran Hall. However, it may have been moved by Lorenzo's sincere emotions. The nurse still made an exception and told his director. In the office, although I can't get the report, I can find out the specific cause of death of my nephew.

  A few minutes later, the middle-aged bald director sat honestly in his chair, and Lorenzo sat opposite him.

  Although he wanted to scream loudly for this uninvited guest, the ornately decorated Winchester is now on his bright forehead. For whatever reason, he can only try to stay calm now.

  "This is the autopsy report you want, is it okay?"

  Giving the file to Lorenzo, cold sweat on her smooth forehead.

  "Any copy?"

   Turned a few pages, Lorenzo asked without looking up.

"No no!"

  It seems that this thing is very important to him, the director quickly replied.

   "Really...can you make another copy?"

  A strange request.

   "It should be okay to let those forensic doctors write a report again, and then hand that report to the Su Yalan Hall. Finally, don't mention all of today's to anyone. Can you do it?"

  Although Wall is a stranger who is not worth mentioning, no one cares about his life or death, but once the autopsy report is lost or other reasons attract the attention of Suyalan Hall, this will undoubtedly add a lot of trouble to Lorenzo.

  Lorenzo's eyes were cold, like a cold-blooded killer.

  "Director Buscalo, you live at 147 Hammoling Street in the outer city..."

   Scanning the document envelope on the table, his thoughts rushed through Lorenzo's mind. On the other side of him, Buscalo faintly felt huge fear.

   "You didn't wear a ring... I guess your wife divorced you, did she take your son?"

  Like a master of reasoning, Lorenzo swept back and forth, collecting all the clues he could see, and Buscarlo was almost transparent in his eyes.

  He was beating violently, and this invisible words made him feel terrified and cold. Compared to the shotgun on his head at the moment, it was simply too gentle.

   "She left you a girl, you love your daughter very much, she likes to eat sweets... right?"

  Lorenzo proudly slammed the final hammer.

Hearing that Buscarlo’s psychological defense was completely defeated here, he could not understand why the man in front of him knew so clearly, his hands could not stop shaking, he might have other thoughts before, but when this He broke down when his daughter was involved.

  ...

  Lorenzo walked out of Buscalo’s office full of trophies. He believed that the middle-aged man would be a good father.

  Seeing the figure on the other side of the corridor, he smiled.

   "Thank you so much, nurse, Director Buscalo promised to help me check my nephew's body, and the murderer will not continue to get away with it."

  It was the nurse who gave Lorenzo the way before, and speaking so intimately, Lorenzo approached her, then took out a few silver coins from his arms and secretly handed them to her.

   "Thank you for the address you provided, dear Miss Nurse, Director Buscarlo is looking forward to my gift from him."

   Lorenzo strode away under the smiling gaze of the nurse.

  There is no amazing reasoning, all this is just premeditated.

  Lorenzo is a second-rate detective, an immoral violent detective, but in a sense he is a genius, a genius liar who can manipulate everything that can be used.

  Perhaps he has no superhuman reasoning, but he is really a generation of heroes in this impromptu crime.

  There is only a line between the genius detective and the genius criminal. This line may be called principle or conscience, but it is clear that Lorenzo does not have this thing. He jumps repeatedly between the two.

   Pushing open the iron door, the temperature is obviously lower by a few minutes.

  This is the morgue. Not many people would come to this chilling place, so Lorenzo came here easily.

  The report was in his arms, but Lorenzo had to take a personal look at Wall's weird pre-death state, just like a ghost in a dream, he remembered it for a long time.

   "Which one?"

  According to the serial number on the autopsy report, Lorenzo kept checking the nameplate in front of the iron cabinet.

   Hold the handle tightly, he pulled out a frosty iron cabinet and dragged it directly to the ground. Lorenzo squatted and looked at the man he had killed not long ago.

  There were a few more cuts on the corpse, and Lorenzo opened it with a violent break, exposing the internal organs underneath.

On the way    came, he briefly glanced at the report. According to the autopsy by those forensic doctors, Wall had some problems with bones and internal organs, but he didn't look at it in detail.

  There is a distorted and disgusting scene, and I don’t know if the group of forensic doctors vomited when they were dissected here.

The internal organs were completely twisted together, the dark red clot wrapped them together like pectin, the intestines began to shrink, obviously much shorter than normal people, as if a part of the intestines had been surgically removed, but there was no operation Traces of the past.

  Fat is also much less than normal people. This is used to store energy and keep warm, but obviously this Viking has an amazingly low fat rate.

  It shouldn’t be like this.

  The place where the Vikings live is cold to death, and Wall’s physique will freeze to death instead of living to the present.

There are stones in the body, most of which are distributed on the surface of the skin and joints. This thing is very hard. It is obviously a clot of crystalline material and flesh and blood tissue, but it is like an armor. It is this thing that protects Wall, so Loren Zuo's first shot failed to completely kill him.

  Lorenzo's brows squeezed together, which reminded him of something bad.

   Picked up a chair on the side, and after sitting on it, he took out his cigarette case again. After careful thinking, he took out one. After the fire, the intoxicating smoke slowly rose.

  The lights in the morgue went out one by one, and in the end only the only flame on the cigarette **** remained.

  (End of this chapter)