American forensics, but the gourmet system

Russell made a decisive cut, making a fusiform incision about one centimeter from the edge of the bruise, following the skin's texture.

In general, when examining such bruises, forensic doctors will cut off the entire piece of skin and subcutaneous tissue for layered examination.

Simply put, it's about digging a hole in a corpse.

But for Russell, who possessed an elite level of skill in butchering, this was far too inelegant.

Russell gently sliced ​​open the dermis with a scalpel, and the bruised skin unfolded from the trapezius muscle like an open book cover.

There was almost no subcutaneous fat layer here, so Russell simply separated it along with the superficial fascia. On the surface of the superficial fascia, there were already parallel strip-shaped bleeding phenomena following the direction of the muscle fibers.

On the surface of the deeper fascia, even deeper traces of bleeding were visible.

Seeing that Russell was performing delicate operations, Andrei and Aina consciously kept quiet, not daring to breathe.

Even the fat policeman who used to imitate the dragon's roar in the corridor suddenly fell silent.

With the next cut, Russell peeled away the deep fascia at the bleeding site, exposing pink muscle tissue.

Dark petechiae are very noticeable between the muscle fibers.

"Let's take a picture," Russell said, looking up at Andre.

While Andrei was taking pictures, Russell took a ruler from the instrument tray and measured the size of the bruise.

It is about one centimeter wide and about three centimeters long, perpendicular to the clavicle.

"What does this bruise mean?" Andrei asked humbly after snapping a few photos.

"First, this indicates that the bruise appeared before death. If it had been caused after death, the bleeding points would have been concentrated in the dermis and superficial fascia, and the bruise likely formed around today."

Russell brought over the container holding the stomach, placed it on the autopsy table, and continued:

"Secondly, this also proves that the bruise was caused by compression. If it were a bruise caused by an impact, the bleeding points would be concentrated in the center of the bruise, because the force is greatest at the center of the impact. However, the bleeding points in this bruise are evenly distributed within the muscle fibers."

"What clues could that provide for solving the case?"

  

Aina, who was taking notes, asked in confusion.

"Good question." Russell first encouraged Aina's spirit of asking bold questions, then shook his head. "I don't know what clues I can provide... Perhaps it proves that Dr. Simmons carried something today?"

"That's even more impossible." Andrei shrugged. "Dr. Simmons is lazy... well, not exactly lazy, but he's definitely not the type to carry things voluntarily..."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Russell was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, he arrives and leaves work right on time every day, and has weekends off. If a body is brought in at an unusual time, it's immediately sent to the morgue for autopsy later when he's on duty... To be honest, I've never seen Dr. Simmons work overtime except for murder cases, but we only have one or two murder cases here each year at most, so—"

As Andrei spoke, he seemed to recall the amusing incidents he had while working with Dr. Simmons, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, Andrei suddenly realized that he was facing Dr. Simmons's corpse, so he quickly adjusted his facial muscles, revealing a distorted expression that was both a smile and a cry.

"That's hard to say," Russell said, staring at the layers of flesh he had precisely peeled away. "Perhaps we need to find more clues to determine whether this bruise will help us solve the case... By the way, going to get off work on time is necessary and appropriate, and I support Dr. Simmons..."

A temporary silence fell over the dissection room as Russell picked up his scalpel again.

creak.

The door was pushed open, and the fat policeman leaned in, his face pale.

"Is it done? I've noticed you guys haven't been talking much lately..."

At the same time, Russell cut open Simmons' stomach.

Yellow, white, black, and green stomach contents suddenly flowed out.

The yellow and white items are pre-made desserts served at the farm restaurant at noon; the black item is an overcooked steak served at the farm restaurant at noon; and the green item is a vegetable salad served at the farm restaurant at noon…

Clearly, Dr. Simmons didn't get a decent meal before he died.

Russell felt great sympathy for him.

A pungent, sour smell rose up, similar to the smell of the fat policeman's vomit.

Ordinary masks only block about 1% of this odor, and Russell couldn't help but frown.

The chubby policeman who had just pushed open the door and poked his head in also smelled the odor.

His chubby face turned pale, like a frightened fat turtle, and he quickly withdrew his head and continued to imitate the dragon's roar in the corridor.

The autopsy process lasted until 1:30 a.m. After taking samples of Dr. Simmons' organs for preservation, his body was moved into the refrigerated morgue, and the work was finally completed.

"I sent these evidence samples to the Brooklyn biology lab overnight," Andre said as he saw Russell and Aina off. "Hopefully they can get the results quickly..."

"Mmm... You've worked hard."

Russell replied somewhat perfunctorily.

Actually, he had just glanced at it and saw that the forensic laboratory next to the autopsy room was fully equipped with equipment and reagents. In theory, Russell himself could also conduct biological evidence examinations here.

But Russell didn't want to take on any more work for himself.

He just wanted to go back to the hotel, get some sleep, and have a good rest.

Just as Russell was about to open the driver's side door, Aina grabbed his arm.

"I'll drive," she smiled at Russell. "You rest for a bit."

"Actually, I'm not tired. If someone helps me carry the body, I can relax a lot..."

Russell feigned refusal, but in reality, he had already walked around the front of the car towards the passenger side.

"Really?" Aina said as she got into the car. "Your stamina is pretty good."

"Thanks to going to the gym with you so often these past few weeks," Russell stretched, feeling his bones cracking. "My stamina is definitely much better than before..."

Aina smiled:

"No need to thank me specially... just cook me a few more dishes next time."

The chubby policeman gritted his teeth, sitting in the beat-up old Chevrolet listening to their sweet nothings, and couldn't help but lean out:

"Dr. Russell, shall we go back to the farm hotel now?"

"I'll go back now."

Russell climbed into the passenger seat and closed the door.

The Cybertruck started silently and drove out of the parking lot.

"He seems a bit wary of the two of us... Is he still on our list of suspects?"

Aina stared at the police car in the rearview mirror and asked.

"I think they're worried about not having enough forensic experts available." Russell shrugged. "The case has only just entered the investigation stage, and we still really need forensic experts to help solve it... They're probably worried I'll sneak back to Brooklyn tonight."

Aina blinked and continued to ask:

"If you were to help them solve the case, what angle would you suggest they start their investigation from?"

"The murder weapon," Russell said without hesitation. "Let's start the investigation with the murder weapon."