American forensics, but the gourmet system

Although Russell had performed autopsies on more than a dozen bodies, he was only a slightly experienced newcomer in the forensic field, especially in New York.

Moreover, because the work requirements and goals of forensic doctors are quite different from those of ordinary doctors, forensic doctors have a very low demand for precise surgical techniques.

At least for a forensic intern, meticulous anatomical techniques are not the focus of training in the early stages of their career.

But now, things are a little different.

When Russell's gaze returned to the deceased, a whole new set of clear ideas suddenly came to mind.

Instead of starting the incision at the victim's shoulder, he began by cutting open the scalp behind the victim's ear.

Just then, Jesse, who had just finished making a phone call to two other senior detectives in the team, returned to the dismemberment table, looking somewhat confused.

"Hey bro, I may not be a professional, but didn't you always start here?"

Jesse pointed to the corpse's shoulder.

"Yes, that's definitely where we should start." Russell answered Jesse's question while carefully peeling back the scalp to reveal the pink tissue underneath. "Besides, the skin flaps on the head and neck are very thin, and with the damage from a fall, you usually wouldn't find any traces there..."

"Then why did you...?"

Before Jesse could finish his question, Russell plunged a knife into the corpse's jaw.

The corpse didn't bleed or feel pain, but Jesse coughed involuntarily twice, as if Russell's knife had pierced his throat.

While Jesse was coughing, Russell had already peeled off the skin flap from the deceased's neck.

On the neat pink subcutaneous tissue, there was a faint dark red bruise that was not easily visible even under bright, shadowless lighting.

Those were thousands upon thousands of subcutaneous bleeding points.

Russell stopped dissecting the wound, raised his left hand (which was not holding the scalpel), and gestured over the bruise.

  

"Oh my God..." Jesse took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. "This is..."

“We need to notify the forensic technician to come and collect fingerprints,” Russell said, turning to Jesse. “I suspect Joey Cruz was murdered… or at least something bad must have happened before he fell from the building.”

"no problem."

Jesse took out his phone, walked to the side, and started making a call.

Captain Hansen ended his conversation with Dr. Beckman and walked to the morgue.

"What did you discover, Dr. Russell?"

"A subcutaneous hemorrhage, which means... a strangulation mark." Russell pointed to the bruise and said to Captain Hansen, "The injury from the fall concealed the appearance, but the subcutaneous hemorrhage gives it all away... someone strangled Joey before he died."

"That's unfortunate." Captain Hansen stared intently at the neck flap that Russell had flipped open. "That means we've very likely found the suspect's fingerprints on the victim's neck skin."

Russell nodded.

In a typical autopsy, the neck and head are usually dissected last, which is why Russell initially decided to start the incision from the acromion.

But the strange system that suddenly appeared fed Russell a long piece of information into his brain, which, by human definition, should perhaps be called experience.

At least half of human intuition comes from experience.

Intuition told Russell that he should examine the deceased's shattered head and twisted neck.

Moreover, Russell's normal skill level would not allow for such a fine dissection of the neck tissue, and naturally he would not have been able to discover the shallow bruise hidden under the skin.

Even if Dr. Beckman were present, it's highly unlikely he could have done it.

However, the "Butcher's Knife Technique" provided by the system enabled Russell to accomplish what neither he nor Dr. Beckman could do.

This is merely a basic version of the Butcher's Skill in Carving an Ox...

Russell suddenly felt a sense of anticipation for what amazing skills this strange gourmet system would provide him next.

"The forensic technician needs an hour to get here from home," Jesse said to Captain Hansen after hanging up the phone. "His wife seems a little unhappy..."

Russell and Captain Hansen's expressions didn't change much.

Captain Hansen had just gotten divorced a few months ago, so this was not surprising.

Russell doesn't have a girlfriend, so he can't understand this feeling...

Since the forensic technician wouldn't arrive for another hour, Russell wasted no time. He started cutting from the shoulder blades on both sides of the body, opening up the chest cavity and then the abdominal cavity, exposing all the deceased's organs.

Jesse frowned as he looked at the deceased's intestines, then quickly slipped outside the autopsy room.

Russell was used to it; when Jesse was watching the autopsy, he would always find an excuse to leave after the forensic doctor opened the body's abdominal cavity, which had become a strange story within the Major Crimes Unit.

The other two agents even made a bet beforehand on when Jesse would emerge from the autopsy room...

But after getting used to it, everyone took Jesse's performance as a standard procedure during the dissection.

At this moment, Russell paid little attention to Jesse, who had disappeared beside the autopsy table; he was focused on continuing the dissection.

During the procedure, Russell felt as if the scalpel in his hand had become one with him. He knew how to cut along the natural gaps in the muscle fibers and the loose connective tissue of the fascia. He knew how to avoid causing any additional damage to key organs. He could even judge the current position of organs that had shifted due to the fall by touch.

Russell almost wanted to play some background music to express his exhilarating mood.

The only problem was that when Russell's eyes fell on different human tissues, terms like "pork belly," "upper brain," "tenderloin," and "umbrella belly" would always come to mind.

Russell had to concentrate intensely to translate these terms into forensic jargon and not associate the corpse before him with a cow...

Above the autopsy table, three high-definition cameras faithfully recorded Russell's every step of the operation, and also captured the internal condition of the deceased's body in great detail.

Russell began examining the organs of the corpses, removing them from the bodies, weighing them, and waiting for samples to be taken for further testing.

Seeing Russell's effortless and smooth maneuvering, Captain Hansen couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Captain Hansen had witnessed hundreds of autopsy procedures, and Russell's autopsy efficiency was completely unlike what one would expect from a forensic intern.

Captain Hansen remembered that when he last watched Russell perform an autopsy, he was a little hesitant...

"Russell, I feel your anatomical skills are even more proficient than Dr. Beckman's... Have you been practicing frequently lately?"

"Not really." Russell shook his head as he placed the deceased's stomach into a special container. "I just copied a few of Dr. Beckman's autopsy videos and watch a segment of them while eating."

Russell was well aware that his rapid improvement in anatomical skills would arouse suspicion, and this excuse was something he had thought of while dissecting the body.

After all, Russell did ask Dr. Beckman for his autopsy videos.

"There are fewer and fewer dedicated young people like you these days," Captain Hansen sighed. "The young police officers these days..."

Captain Hansen didn't continue speaking because Russell cut open the deceased's stomach and began filling a flask with its contents.

The entire autopsy room was instantly filled with a sour, rotten smell, a mixture of stomach acid, fermenting food, and a faint odor of blood.

Even the experienced Captain Hansen had to hold his nose.

After Russell finished taking the samples and putting all the stomach contents into the flask, the sound of a cell phone ringing and Jesse answering a call came from outside the dissection room.

He responded with a few "uh-huhs" and "ohs," and then pushed open the door to the dissection room.

"Hey, Captain. Marty and Diaz found a second suicide note in the dead man's trash can... Ugh, what a stench..."

At the same time, the light screen in front of Russell reappeared.

[The host has detected that it has processed a portion of fresh ingredients.]

[New player quests completed, opening new player gift pack...]

[Reward: Master-level Heat Control Skills]

[Reward: Recipe "Hand-Cut Fresh Lamb," which requires slicing fresh lamb into paper-thin slices, uniform in thickness with no connected pieces, so thin you can read on them, and enough to stand upright on a cutting board without tipping over, cooking quickly in boiling water for just a few seconds. Requires extremely strong knife-cutting stability.]

A recipe...?

Russell does not believe he has any appetite now.