"Go in, you should know the rules, you can watch, but don't try to get something that doesn't belong to you."
After speaking, the man stepped aside to let the two of them in.
Behind the door is a long and silent corridor. Turning around and taking a look, the strong man closed the door and continued to stand behind it. Only the dot of his cigar could be seen, flickering in front of the darkened door.
There was no light in the corridor either, and Jenkins coughed hard to cover up the sound of the word "Lacour".
Two silver balls of light floated out from his heart, and flew in front of the two of them, illuminating a small area. This is [Lakul's Starlight Illumination], an extremely boring ability, because it can't do anything except summon two light spheres that can illuminate.
But Jenkins has a purification candle and an inextinguishable fire with him. If these two things are not too highly identified, and there are many abilities of light ball lighting, starlight lighting will really become an ability that will not be used.
There's something wrong with the length of this corridor, it's supposed to be lengthened. The doors on both sides were tightly closed, and the professor and Jenkins continued to move forward relying on the light of the astral ball. The corridors are covered with cheap wooden floors that creak when stepped on. But the ground was fairly tidy, and the walls beside it were empty, not even the gas lamps that poor families had.
Jenkins suspected that this corridor connected several nearby houses together. He doesn't have a strong sense of direction, so he doesn't know where he's going to end up.
He touched the professor with his hand and nodded slightly, indicating that he needn't worry.
"The professor's friends should have told him something."
Thinking of this, Jenkins was relieved a lot.
After walking for five minutes, a bronze metal door blocked the front. The professor asked Jenkins to retract the ball of light, and then took a step forward and pushed it away.
Behind the door, there is still a corridor. But there are windows on one side of the corridor, and a row of iron doors on the other. On the door wall of the room closest to the bronze door, there is a white label: [Autopsy Room-13].
"Someone rented the house next door to the police station, and then broke through the wall and entered the police station directly?"
An incredible feeling rushed into my heart, what kind of person would come up with such an idea
Turning his head, the copper door has disappeared, and behind him there is only a white painted wall with a yellowed arrest warrant stuck on it.
Nolan City is one of the most important cities in the Kingdom. It is impossible for the police station, especially the place where the corpses are stored, to not have police officers on night shift. But really not tonight, Jenkins and Professor Burns walked into the only room with an open door, next to the iron door was labeled [Autopsy Room-16].
It was a spacious room with a strange stench. A chained kerosene lamp hangs from the very center. Even though there are gas lamps on the wall, the autopsy still needs extra light.
Directly below the lamp is an iron bed with pulleys, the railings have been corroded, and there are spots of stains. Now lay a person, or rather a corpse, covered with a tawny sackcloth with dirty yellow spots on it, and God knows when the last time this cloth came into contact with water.
In front of the wall facing the door of the room, there stood a four-story simple shelf made of iron plates and iron pipes. Among them, dozens of glassware are cleaned on the top layer, and some cloth and knives are randomly placed below.
There were already four people in the room, and three of them, like Professor Jenkins and Professor Burns, were wearing black robes to conceal their identities. These three stood against the wall, like three statues.
A fourth was dressed in a doctor's white gown, with a contrasting black leather apron, the look of a police coroner. The overly clean white clothes are particularly conspicuous in such a dirty environment.
This is an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, and time has left traces of vicissitudes on his face. Those brown eyes seem to see through everything. Although they feel empty, they seem to contain an infinite world.
The Bestower, level 4, the color of the light spots is also very common.
For some reason, at the first sight of him, Jenkins had an inexplicable affection for this man.
Jenkins and the professor stood against the wall together. Half an hour later, more than a dozen black-robed benefactors came in one after another. The middle-aged man clapped his hands, indicating that it was time to start.
Without saying a word, he took out two sharp scalpels from the iron frame, shook them at the kerosene lamp in the center, and then stepped on the ground with his black boots to the bed. Throw the cloth covering the corpse to the ground at once.
The people who paid the money immediately gathered around, and under the kerosene lamp, a dozen hooded heads looked at the corpse together.
This is also a man, judging from his appearance alone, his age will not exceed twenty-five years old. The corpse has not undergone any treatment so far, so the face and the skin exposed are extremely pale.
Jenkins did not have any in-depth research on this aspect, so he could not determine the time of death of this corpse. But this didn't prevent him from frowning, because the smell was too strong.
The middle-aged coroner slowly took out the mask and gloves from the pocket of the black apron, put them on, then removed the coat with the wheat ears decoration on the corpse, and the innermost thermal underwear, revealing the pale skin.
On the right side of the chest, there is an obvious gun hole, and there are faint red and black blood stains beside the black gun hole, which is probably the cause of death.
The coroner's hand brushes over the skin, like a butcher examining the flesh of a dead pig. He raised his head, looked at a dozen people one by one with bored eyes, then pressed his left hand on the chest of the dead body, separated his thumb and index finger to the greatest extent, and pressed the handle of the scalpel with his right hand. The sharp blade gently slid across the skin, and it immediately broke open like a layer of paper, revealing the texture of the muscles and the dirty red internal organs under the flesh.
Jenkins now finally understands why the professor said that a cup of tea is fine for dinner and not eating...
This middle-aged coroner was indeed very powerful. He used a very skillful technique to cut open the dead body, even using a saw to open the skull like a coconut.
The coroner's hands showed a golden luster. He took out the internal organs separately, washed them with a special solution, and put them in those glass containers. The meat on his body was divided into pieces and neatly stacked aside.
The whole process is full of extremely strange beauty, even a pile of human body parts placed under the kerosene lamp, there is a sense of order in the blood.