American forensics, but the gourmet system

Outside the interrogation room, the edges of the snake plant's leaves were somewhat withered and yellow, almost exactly the same as Captain Hansen's complexion inside the interrogation room.

Russell, carrying a stack of documents, knocked on the interrogation room door.

Captain Hansen glared at the burly man sitting opposite him, who was handcuffed, then stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

"Still no results?"

Russell handed the documents in his hand to Captain Hansen and asked.

"His mouth is tighter than the iron gates of Rikers Island prison..." Captain Hansen sighed, flipping through the documents Russell handed him. "Fortunately, we have enough evidence to convict him."

"What's his relationship with Joey Cruz?"

Russell asked casually, looking through the glass of the interrogation room. The suspect was a big white man, at least six and a half feet tall, with a face full of golden beard, and the muscles in his arms were so big they were about to burst his shirt.

"The suspect's name is Carey Rupert, and he's Joey Cruz's neighbor," Captain Hansen said, flipping through the files. "According to information gathered by Marty and Diaz during their investigations, he used to be a professional bodybuilder, but due to a drug overdose, he not only ended his career but also incurred a large medical bill, forcing him to live in a small attic apartment with a monthly rent of a few hundred dollars, just like Joey..."

"Hmm... that guy's muscles are definitely a bit exaggerated..."

Russell glanced at the suspect in the interrogation room again. Judging from his size alone, he could easily grab Joey Cruz by the neck and throw him off the building.

This body type is very difficult to dissect...

"What about the suicide note? He didn't mention that either?"

Russell asked again, still curious.

"No." Captain Hansen shook his head wearily. "He only admitted to killing Joey Cruz, refusing to divulge any other details... Did you bring a pen?"

Russell pulled a pen from his pocket, and Captain Hansen took it and signed his name on the medical report Russell handed him.

"I need to go to the Brooklyn Medical Examiner's Center; I still need Dr. Beckman's signature."

Russell took the report and pen from Captain Hansen and said to him.

"Okay." Captain Hansen glanced at his watch. "Once Dr. Beckman signs, we can send this guy to the detention center... I really hope he'll keep his mouth shut even after he's charged with second-degree murder and sentenced to life imprisonment..."

……

As Russell entered the OCME Brooklyn Medical Center, two flatbed trolleys carrying corpses rumbled past the entrance.

There was a body in one vehicle and another body in the other vehicle.

  

On Russell's first day at the hospital, Dr. Beckman stood in the lobby of the forensic center and told Russell:

"If you stand here all morning, watching hearses come and go, bringing in bodies of all kinds of causes of death, you'll feel like the world is doomed."

But the world did not end; it continued to move forward with its cruel and bizarre logic.

Russell got on the elevator and pressed the button for the basement level. He had just called from the car and found out that Dr. Beckman was in the morgue underground.

Dr. Beckman usually doesn't work at the Criminal Investigation Center. He has a separate office at the OCME Forensic Center, while Russell, as one of his subordinates, is stationed at the Criminal Investigation Center to follow up on crime scenes and liaise with detectives.

Dr. Beckman's work is mostly done at the forensic center.

Russell walked into the empty morgue. Countless small stainless steel doors were embedded in the walls on both sides, and behind each door was a refrigerated cabinet for storing corpses.

One of the freezers had its door open, and a body had been pulled out. A tall, thin man in a suit was bending over and examining something on the body.

"Dr. Beckman."

Russell called out to him, and only then did Lorne Beckman look up.

If one must have an elite stereotype about New York medical examiners, then Dr. Lorne Beckman is the one who best fits that stereotype.

His light ginger-yellow hair was meticulously combed, and he always wore a neat suit regardless of the weather, with sharp creases on his trousers that could peel an apple. His hands were long and slender with well-defined knuckles, and he always maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

"Good afternoon, Russell," Dr. Beckman said calmly. "I'm studying your work..."

Russell also recognized the body lying on the morgue as Joey Cruz.

work……

That's as if Joey was killed by Russell.

"You did very well." Dr. Beckman's tone remained calm and soothing. "But I don't recall ever teaching you this kind of anatomical technique... I've only shown you a few anatomy videos, and the level of anatomy you've demonstrated even surpasses mine..."

finally come.

Russell took a deep breath; he wasn't entirely unprepared for this.

The improvement in his skill brought about by the "Butcher Ding's Skill of Carving an Ox" was indeed too significant; even a seasoned forensic pathologist like Dr. Beckman, who had worked for two or three decades, could immediately tell that something was amiss.

Of course, Russell couldn't possibly tell Dr. Beckman that he had unlocked a strange system; he had already prepared an excuse for it on his way to the forensic center.

"Actually, it's like this, Dr. Beckman..."

Russell spoke cautiously.

But Dr. Beckman interrupted Russell, looking at him with curiosity and a thirst for knowledge in his eyes.

"It's an epiphany, isn't it?"

The word "sudden enlightenment" was also pronounced in Chinese.

Unfortunately, Dr. Beckman's Chinese pronunciation wasn't as clear and articulate as Aina's, and Russell couldn't understand him at all.

"Stew...what?"

"A sudden realization!" Dr. Beckman repeated, demonstrating a strange gesture. "Like Po in Kung Fu Panda, suddenly understanding a principle and then becoming stronger! I know there's a tradition of sudden realization in Chinese culture; you must have gone through such a process, right?"

"Ah...uh...okay, that's about it..."

Russell scratched his head, feeling that Dr. Beckman had given him a more suitable reason.

"I knew it!" Dr. Beckman exclaimed excitedly, slamming his right fist into his left. "I'm fascinated by the mysterious Chinese culture... Could you share your experience of sudden enlightenment, Bertrand Russell? Don't worry, I'll never tell anyone..."

Half an hour later, Russell and Dr. Beckman walked out of the morgue. Dr. Beckman's usually calm and serious face still wore a satisfied and envious expression after discovering the secret.

The documents in Russell's hand were also signed by Dr. Beckman.

"You're welcome to come over for tea sometime," Dr. Beckman said warmly to Russell. "Perhaps we can discuss more about the mysterious Eastern culture..."

"That would be my honor."

Russell smiled awkwardly, said goodbye to Dr. Beckman, and walked towards the exit of the forensic center.

It seems that Russell may be about to leave his position as a forensic intern.