White Church Under Red Fog

Chapter 10

"Toby." Derek glanced at Mia who seemed absent-minded, walked to the side of the white-haired forensic doctor and whispered, "Miss Colette wants to see her father's body."

He winked at old Toby, and made a gesture of opening the abdominal cavity with his hands at an angle that Mia couldn't see, reminding the coroner who had a bad memory, Mr. Colette, who was.

Derrick sympathized with the young girl. It was not easy to muster up the courage to come to the police station after encountering such a terrible thing. He didn't want to continue to stimulate her fragile heart.

Old Toby's response to his behavior was to roll his eyes directly. He was not so old that he couldn't even remember something that had just happened not long ago, okay?

But looking at the girl who walked in from the door, he still secretly took a breath in his heart.

Oh my God, what on earth did this girl go through? Old Toby looked at the face that was half angel and half devil, and felt a little scared.

It's not that he had never seen horrible wounds or disfigured people, but such a horrible and hideous wound on such a perfect face still shocked him - it was almost a 'flesh flower' carved on the face!

Even though the wound had been sutured, it was still possible to see the miserable state of the wound before. The skin and flesh turned outward, but the jagged edge of the wound was the most terrible thing. This meant that the girl's face would not even have a light scar left on it, and she was destined to spend her life with an ugly and terrible scar.

And this was extremely cruel for a beautiful girl. She couldn't even find a husband who could tolerate the terrible scar on her face!

Mia didn't know that the forensic doctor was sympathizing with her that she would be a woman no one wanted in the future. She just nodded at him, "Hello, sir, I'm here to see my father for the last time."

Although it was unlikely that the police station would sell corpses to people with special sexual fetishes, what if it happened?

In addition to sexual fetishes, the person who bought the corpse may also be a modern medicine fanatic. Who knows if someone wants to do something with the unclaimed corpse? And it is not ruled out that there are special enthusiasts who like to collect human limbs, so don't be too careless.

After all, British forensic doctors have had outrageous pasts, so she really can't be completely assured.

"No problem." Old Toby quickly got into the state, walked to the middle of the morgue, lifted one of the corpses covered with white cloth, and motioned Mia to come over to check.

This girl gave people a strange feeling. Who would want to see the tragic death of their loved ones? God knows how sad those family members who were called to identify the corpse would be when they encountered such a thing, and there was no way to accept the reality. Why did she accept it so smoothly?

Old Toby was thinking wildly in his heart, but he didn't say anything. As a coroner for so many years, he had seen too many people, and he had seen strange things before. There was no need to get to the bottom of it. Maybe it was just because this girl was strong enough?

His wild thoughts had no effect on Mia. The young girl walked to the side of the dissection bed and stared deeply at the terrible scars on Arthur Colette's body.

The man who had been disemboweled had now had his broken body sewn up. Judging from the flatness of his abdomen, the internal organs that had been thrown everywhere before were probably stuffed back in, and the man's stomach did not become a terrible depression.

But as a coroner, old Toby's skills were obviously not comparable to Dr. Eric Kleinte who sutured her facial wound. Arthur's wound could only be said to be sutured hastily, and there was no mention of any meticulousness.

But this did give her some clues about the murderer.

Perhaps because he already had a terrible wound on his body, the forensic doctor did not cut Arthur's stomach again, which well preserved the traces left by the murderer. At least from the height of the wound, some conclusions can be drawn. Combined with the bloodstains she saw in the herbal medicine store, the height of the murderer can be basically determined. In addition, the murderer should not be a doctor in the medical industry, but he is very good at disemboweling people.

Arthur's wound was treated very roughly.

If you want to take out a person's internal organs, you don't need to make such a big wound. To be honest, it is not easy to cut a person's skin, fat and muscle. An inexperienced person is more likely to cut a hole instead of completely cutting the skin and flesh.

Resistance is a property of the skin and flesh covering the bones to protect the internal organs. Most people can stab a knife directly into the body, but it is a technical job to continue to disembowel a person along this wound. Even if they can do it, they will open the wound too much because they don't understand the structure of the human body, instead of cherishing their strength like doctors.

Arthur's wound was too big, almost extending from the middle of the collarbone to the navel. A well-trained doctor, or even a professional in related fields, would not do such a disembowelment.

Of course, if the other party deliberately made such a wound to confuse people, that's another matter. Let's put this possibility aside for now.

As for why Mia thought the other party was very good at disembowelment, it was also very simple. Such a long wound was cut with one knife without a second cut.

As a former doctor who is very proficient in using knives and is also good at disemboweling people, if she can't judge this, Mia thinks she should go back to school to retake classes and work as an intern in the hospital for a few years, and then slap herself a few times.

So what profession would a murderer who is not a doctor but is very good at disemboweling people - so far only people - do?

After staring at Arthur's body for a while, Mia closed her eyes and raised her hand to put down the veil on her hat, "Thank you, Officer Derek, I will send my father's clothes tomorrow."

She roughly sketched out the image of a murderer in her mind, but whether it can really become a reality depends on whether the murderer will have subsequent operations.

Why did he only kill Arthur? And such a tragic death?

Such a brutal method has a bit of the flavor of killing for cult sacrifice, but she is very sure that there is no sacrificial ritual left at the scene.

Then there is only one last question, "My father..." The poor girl in old Toby's eyes seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking a difficult question, "Is his body intact?"

It was a pity that Arthur's chest could not be opened. Just by visual estimation, she could not completely make the possibility that his internal organs were not taken away.

"Uh, yes, all are there." Old Toby was stunned for a moment, reacted to the meaning of the girl's words, and quickly answered.

He was sure that the Arthur Colette he received was complete. Although it was separated, it was indeed not missing any parts. Even though the heart, liver, spleen and kidneys were somewhat deteriorated due to being discarded outside, they were still intact.

"I know. Thank you for everything you have done for him." Mia thanked old Toby.

In this era, the coroner was able to sew back the internal organs of the deceased. His conduct was considered good and he really deserved thanks.

Then she followed Derek and left the morgue, which was not particularly spacious.

Walking silently in the corridor, Derek didn't know what to say to comfort the poor girl. He was not a good talker and had no strategy for dealing with this situation. If the other party was crying and making a fuss, he would have some experience in dealing with it, but this kind of situation where he had to endure the grief but still wanted to send them desserts and controlled his emotions without shouting really made him unable to find a feasible way to deal with it.

In the end, he could only dryly ask the poor child, "Are you okay?"

Derrick, who had just come down from the battlefield not too long ago, felt that his limited vocabulary was even more limited in front of this sensible child, and he could not find the right words to talk to her.

"Not very good." Mia shook her head and whispered, "But life must go on, and the future will be better."

Alas, the murderer's problem and Anne's problem are really a headache.

"Yes, that's right, the future will be better." Derek continued to say dryly, repeating Mia's words.

What else?

What else can he say?

Talk about the girl's bad luck and her family's misery?

That wouldn't be directly stabbing someone's heart!

Mia: "..."

It seems that the purpose of this action is more difficult than she thought.

But it was difficult, and it might not be very important to have a good relationship with a policeman a hundred years later, but it was definitely a very important thing for people in Whitechapel at the end of the 19th century.

She really had no interest in carrying a guillotine and guarding the herbal medicine shop every day to face all kinds of gangsters. If she could make friends with the police, the safety of the herbal medicine shop would definitely be greatly improved. And there was also the damn murderer who killed Arthur. This matter was like a sword hanging over her head, which was really annoying. It was impossible for her to put the matter aside!

With a light sigh, Mia reopened the topic, "Officer Derek, is it impossible for me to know who killed my father?"