As soon as the elevator door opens, the corridor leading to the forensic office.

There are many types of human death: natural death, illness death, accidental death, murder death, and different causes of death.

The natural and sick bodies will be handled directly by the funeral home. When the family of the deceased sees them again, it will be the time for the farewell ceremony.

The body that died accidentally requires an autopsy and decides whether to dissect according to needs. If the cause of death is related to a criminal case, it will directly turn to the field of judicial anatomy. Neither of these tasks is the right to be carried out by the funeral home. The police belong to the forensic office, which is one of the responsible departments.

The dead were the big ones, and Solan walked quietly in the quiet corridor with gentle steps. The environment here was completely different from the upper floors, and the smell of disinfectant water everywhere made it completely in the style of a hospital.

After turning around the corridor, he came to the work area.

Not far away is the morgue, and there are two dissection tables in front of you. The two bodies sent by today are placed on it, but Claude is not seen.

The deceased Benjamin was lying on a countertop. The security uniform had long been removed. His naked chest was covered with deep and exposed scars, but there was no missing face that was terrifying.

But at this moment, Solan didn't stare at it for a long time, and even had no time to care about the "masterpiece of him and Arya" inside.

"Oh my God, you're Officer Adams?"

Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first, and the office door next to him was pushed open. A tall man in a standard Oxford accent walked towards Solan, wearing a forensic doctor's white coat: "My name is Ravi Hawkins, the director of the forensic doctor's office. I have long been honored to see you!"

Solan turned his head, shook hands with him calmly and said, "Hello, Director Hawkins. I have heard of your name for a long time. After all, he is a high-end talent who graduated from Cambridge University and came to the United States to study for a doctorate."

The other party was about the early thirties, tall and handsome. He had shallow wheat-colored skin, thick black hair made hair accessories that imitated the head of the plane, and was well matched with the same thick but neatly trimmed beard. After all, he was a forensic doctor, and his clothes were not well dressed and messed up were at least something to avoid.

Ravi Hawkins was very clever and knew why Solan came here for. He took exaggerated steps and came to Benjamin's body and said, "It's amazing, Officer Adams, I haven't seen the murder body that died so miserably for a long time!"

Solan glanced calmly at the one in Elliot Bay on another anatomical table: "Where is Inspector Harber? Also, is there only you, the commander-in-law in our forensic office? What about the others?"

"Oh, Inspector Harbor just came, but his stomach hurts, and now he goes to the toilet." Ravi fucked the Oxford and said, "As for the others... I am frank, the officers, we have a limited number of people who die unexpectedly in Seattle on weekdays, so you know, after a while, I can only afford an assistant forensic doctor here, and then she was sick today and said she was uncomfortable. Woman, I guess it was there in those days."

Solan hummed softly with his hands on his back.

"Oh yes, corpse." Ravi was obviously still a chatterbox. When he saw Solan put on his face, he remembered his essential work again: "It's really rare! Look at his way of dying!"

In this way, both men came to the front of the anatomy table.

"It's very much like a bear claw, look at the scars on his body!"

The body that took off the clothes and then washed it undoubtedly revealed more evidence. There were six scars on Benjamin's chest. Solan thought it was a simple knife wound, but now it was arranged in a way that was more like a brown bear's sharp claws, with three or three pairs.

"But even bear claws can't be grasped so deeply, and look at their incisions!"

The incision was neat and there were no extra lacerations. It was a cut-type wound of a knife wound, and it reached the internal organs of the deceased. From this point of view, Solan's judgment at the scene was not wrong, but its arrangement of three or three in pairs was not something that ordinary swordsmen could do.

"And the width is very uniform." Solan stared at the wound and said, "Including the width of the incision, including the width between every three scars. So Director Hawkins, what do you think? A brown bear with steel claws appeared in the forests of our suburbs of Seattle?"

"Just call me Ravi, man, my peers call me that." Ravi was still fucking Oxford accent and put on Solan's shoulder intimately: "Actually, compared to these traces, look at his head, where is the real...wow, the real hot place!"

Solan was a little dissatisfied with her away from Lavi. He glanced at the pants under the forensic director's white coat. Fortunately, it was not a British-style slim butt style, but just an ordinary American jeans.

Based on Ravi's explanation and Solan's on-site observation, the conclusion is clear at a glance.

The entire facial bones of the deceased Benjamin were cut off, revealing bloody grimaces and blurred facial features. The bone cutting area was smooth and straight, as clean and neat as if chopping wood with a sharp axe. Ravi made the assumption that the biggest possibility was that the murderer used a chainsaw, otherwise there would be no other means to achieve this effect.

"The craniotomy surgery requires a chainsaw!"

Then there was the skull that was lifted off. The parts probably sank to the bottom of the Union Lake, so they could only assume that the brain was flowing along the water or was enjoyed by fish and seagulls. Ravi shouted everywhere, and Solan expressed his understanding, because from purely conventional means, the corpse was really weird everywhere.

Solan is a zombie. Of course, he has the strength to cut the face of a human skull, but if he only has bare hands, it is impossible to be as neat as a knife. The scars on his chest will only be finger marks, which are like dragon claws and hands that directly penetrate the heart.

So he also knew that the possibility of this incident being a zombie crime was very small, because no one would usually commit a crime with a knife, and then keep the body so complete, because everyone's fundamental purpose was there.

"Hey, Solan, you are here!"

At this time, Claude Harber finished going to the bathroom and walked into the office with his belt.

"Yo, Claude, you guys have really bad stomachs recently."

"Hey, Officer Haber, pay attention to your image, this is the territory of the deceased!"

"Go to the dead man, where is that one?" Obviously, Claude thought that the body in Elliot Bay already belonged to him. He tied his belt and strided to another dissection table. The old man's waist was not thin. I really don't know how beautiful lady could give birth to a petite platinum-haired girl like Shirley.

Solan looked at him calmly. He wanted to see what unique insights could be seen when this senior police detective who had been in Seattle for 30 years.

Elliott Bay is not Union Lake. It is the North Atlantic warm current from west to east, and north to south and all the way to the seawater harbor in the Seattle area. After a night of soaking and night rain, the body that was already chewed by Arya was naturally extremely miserable. It is no wonder that Johanna could not position it as a murder case, and there was really a lack of certainty evidence.

The corpse's chest and abdominal cavity were wide open, and the inside was empty. Arya and the seagulls had a very good teeth and ate almost all their internal organs and limbs. In addition, the cute sea water soaking and rain watering, which forensic or appraiser could find anything else, that would be a ghost!

"It seems we have a man-eating tiger to be caught!"

Claude shouted, "This corpse was obviously the one that died last night! And there is also your Solan, maybe two big tigers! Damn, it's rare that such a corpse appeared, but it turned out that it was not done by a murderer. I'm so angry!"

Ravi danced his hands aside: "Officer Haber, Officer Haber, the situation is not as simple as a tiger! Look at Solan's body, his wounds are definitely not something that a tiger can do..."

"Sorry, whose body?"

"Oh, Officer Adams's Benjamin's body, Harbor, take a closer look..."

The evidence is indeed obvious, especially the traces of the skull are even more obvious. No tiger or brown bear can do this. At most, it will just lift the head off. Claude naturally began to shout strangely. Solan looked at the corpse silently, and his face became deeper and deeper.

It seems that there is really a perverted killer... Regardless of whether he is a human or not.
Chapter completed!