American forensics, but the gourmet system

Last time, Russell used two skill upgrade points to upgrade the Butcher's Skill to Elite level.

The biggest difference between the elite level of the "Butcher's Skill" and the beginner level is that, at the beginner level, Russell still needs to use his eyes to observe and determine the direction of muscle fibers and the location of the severed joint.

Now, Russell's scalpel seemed to have become part of his senses; wherever the scalpel moved, he immediately knew what to do next.

Turn the anterior chest flap inside out to expose the chest wall, cut open the bilateral sternoclavicular joint capsules, sever the sternoclavicular joints, and cut the costal cartilage.

Next, use rib shears to cut open the first ribs on both sides, lift the sternum, and use a scalpel to separate the mediastinal pleura, thymus, and other connective tissues behind the sternum.

Russell put down the scalpel and turned the sternum and costal cartilage flaps downwards, exposing the deceased's chest cavity.

He opened the chest with lightning speed, as easily as slicing open a block of butter with a dinner knife. Of course, the tools in Russell's hand did not cause any damage to the internal tissues of the chest cavity.

The high-definition camera on the shadowless lamp faithfully recorded Russell's every move.

"The cause of death was a puncture of the anterior wall of the ascending aorta, with a blood loss of approximately 400 milliliters, leading to acute cardiac tamponade and death... There was no obvious putrefaction inside the chest cavity, which is consistent with the estimate of about three days after death."

Russell turned to look at Captain Hansen and said.

"Alright...you can continue." Captain Hansen nodded and said, "Any other discoveries?"

  

"The wound on the aorta was very narrow, only about one centimeter," Russell continued. "This suggests that the deceased may not have struggled when stabbed, otherwise the wound would likely have been enlarged."

"Was the deceased drugged and rendered unconscious by the murderer?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out." Russell nodded. "Subsequent toxicological tests can prove it."

Just as Captain Hansen was about to say something, Jesse suddenly slapped his thigh:

"Found her, Captain! The deceased was named Vera Kubaeva, a Ukrainian national with an American work visa. She was a contracted dancer at a ballet theater in Brooklyn!"

"You found it?!"

Captain Hansen immediately looked at Jesse's computer screen.

Marty and Diaz also joined in.

"Very good..." Captain Hansen nodded. "Marty, you go with Diaz to that theater to investigate the deceased's social relationships, find her address and daily activities... I'll be there after Dr. Russell finishes the autopsy."

"I'll go, Captain." Jesse closed his laptop, chuckling. "There's no point in me staying here..."

"Ah, you must have applied to be investigated because you're afraid to look at exposed intestines, right?"

Marty saw right through Jesse's little scheme.

"Even Superman is afraid of Kryptonite..." Jesse muttered indignantly, "It's perfectly reasonable for me to be afraid of my guts too..."

"Alright," Captain Hansen interrupted him. "Jesse, you go with Diaz. Marty, you stay here."

"yes!"

Jesse and Diaz hurriedly left the dissection room.

Russell was still proceeding with the autopsy as usual, taking samples from the body according to procedure and sending them to the biological laboratory for toxicological analysis.

However, with the help of an elite-level butcher's skill, Russell handled the task with ease and even had time to chat with Captain Hansen.

"Are your colleagues from the on-site investigation still in that building?" Russell asked as he removed his stomach. "Did they make any significant discoveries?"

"They're about to collapse," Captain Hansen shrugged. "The whole building is covered in footprints and fingerprints; it'll probably take them days to finish collecting evidence..."

"But that building only has one entrance," Marty said from the side. "Why don't we check that window more thoroughly?"

"That's the problem," Captain Hansen said gravely. "If you were moving a body into that building through a window, theoretically you'd leave obvious traces near the window, but there aren't any. The crime scene investigation can only be done using brute force: extracting all the footprints and fingerprints..."

"That killer was probably a big man," Marty said, frowning. "Carrying a corpse up to the seventh floor... Diaz might be able to do it, but I certainly couldn't."

"Carrying a corpse up to the seventh floor is just too stupid..." Russell scoffed. "I don't think a killer who's using a silicone doll to foreshadow a murder would choose to carry the body up to the seventh floor..."

"hiss……"

Captain Hansen took a deep breath, seemingly reminded by Russell's words.

"What have you remembered, Captain?"

Marty asked quickly.

"Is it possible that the killer used some kind of portable tool to hoist the body upstairs?"

Captain Hansen asked, frowning.

"A winch," Marty said immediately. "When they were waterproofing my rooftop, the workers used this thing to hoist paint upstairs... It only weighs about ten kilograms, and it's much easier to move than a corpse."

"Looks like we have another direction for our investigation." Captain Hansen clapped his hands. "I'm calling the crime scene technician now, have them check the edge of the roof for any fresh scratches or collision marks... He must have hoisted the body upstairs at night. If visibility is poor, he'll definitely miss something!"

……

Russell pushed the cart and delivered all the samples extracted from the corpses to the biological laboratory.

Vera Kubaeva's body was moved to the morgue and temporarily stored in a freezer.

Russell had just come out of the biology lab when he bumped into Marty.

"What's wrong, Marty?"

"We're about to search the deceased's residence. The captain asked me to ask if you'd like to come along."

Marty shook his head and said to Russell.

"Sure." Russell glanced at the time. "I'm free right now... Did the on-site investigation find any traces of the body being hoisted?"

"We found it." Marty answered Russell's question as they walked out side by side. "There are several fresh marks on the edge of the roof where wood collided. The murderer must have put the body in a wooden box and hoisted it upstairs."

"Tsk." Russell shook his head. "He's got all the tools he needs... Is it possible he's committed this before? Could we be dealing with a... serial killer?"

"The captain thinks so too." Marty led Russell out of the forensic center. The air outside was quite cold. "But we can't find anyone with a similar modus operandi in the cold cases... If it's a serial killer, we'll be in trouble."

In the parking lot, Captain Hansen poked his head out of a black Ford Explorer and waved to Marty and Russell.

Russell got into the car, Marty went to the driver's seat and drove, and Captain Hansen sat with Russell in the back.

"I called my colleagues in the forensic department and told them to bring the silicone doll back from the warehouse," Captain Hansen told Russell. "But we couldn't get any fingerprints from the doll... nor from the clothes the deceased was wearing. It seems we've met a tough opponent this time..."

Russell remained silent, gazing out the car window as he continued to ponder the possibility of a serial killer.