Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 100 - 90: Cruel, Night Raid! (Extra update for ally leader ’Xi Chen Yue’)

Chapter 100: Chapter 90: Cruel, Night Raid! (Extra update for ally leader ’Xi Chen Yue’)

"Brian, should we pass this case to someone else?"

Even Susan, who was usually thick-skinned, felt the pressure looking at the bodies.

"Let’s take a look first. By the way, Shi San was scratching around the clearing near the cabin earlier, did he find something?" Brian asked, curious.

He had been examining the victims and hadn’t paid attention to Shi San.

Susan pulled out a piece of fabric with some bumps, enclosed in a transparent bag, "It’s this, buried very shallow, as if it had fallen on the ground and been stepped into it. The material looks kind of strange. Shi San kept barking at the fabric, so I bagged it."

Brian took the bag, looked at it for a moment, and sniffed it, only to smell a strong earthy odor, then he explained to Susan, "This is silk."

Susan rolled her eyes, "Don’t treat me like a girl who hasn’t seen the world, I have lots of custom silk camisoles in my closet!"

"Silk camisoles?"

Brian was a bit confused.

Susan nodded, "Yes, but it’s a bit weird. The camisole only covers the front, the back has just a single string, but it’s super comfortable."

Brian rolled his eyes.

What silk camisole, it’s just a bellyband.

Pointing to the bumpy fabric in the bag, he said,

"This is also a type of silk, but it’s called pearl satin.

It’s generally used for shirts or dresses, but because the material is typically pale and quite expensive, not many people in Los Angeles like it, although some young Chinese folks do."

Brian knew because he had several pearl satin undershirts.

There were custom shops in Chinatown.

"Alright, you are really well-read," Susan took back the small bag, motioning, "So why is Shi San curious about this?"

"I’m not sure, let’s ask."

Saying so, Brian asked Shi San in a low voice, "Wang?"

Shi San wagged his tail, "Wang wang!"

Susan: ????

She rolled her eyes, "Brian, stop playing, we’re solving a case!!!"

But Brian’s expression turned strange, "Wang wang wang?"

Shi San bared his teeth, "Wang!"

"Good boy!" Getting the affirmative information, Brian pulled a pure meat sausage from his pocket, tore open the wrapper, and threw it to Shi San, "Don’t run off after you eat."

Shi San grabbed the sausage and ran to a corner, happily savoring it.

Brian turned his head, spoke seriously to Susan, "Look into who left this fabric at the cabin, remember, the Chinese community or individuals, wearing a white short shirt or white skirt, who have been into the mountains, near the cabin, in the past month!"

"No problem!" Susan clenched her fist, "But before that, can you tell me what you and your dog brother discussed?"

"I asked Shi San why he is afraid of this fabric, he said it has a scent on it that scares him," Brian said earnestly, "Remember how Shi San reacted when we first entered here? What he is scared of is the owner of this clothes."

He hadn’t smelled anything from the shreds.

But Shi San is a real dog, a very spiritual real dog, not solely relying on smell.

Watching Brian earnestly talking nonsense, Susan felt herself stiffen—her fist tightened!

Who talks with a dog seriously!

"Do you think I’m talking nonsense?"

Brian glanced at the floodlights and the busy crowd, took out a pair of gloves and put them on, "Shi San is very spiritual, you shout ’wang wang wang’ at him every day, and you can somewhat communicate with him, you know, Susan, I never lie."

Susan, half-doubting, held the small bag and went to find those mountain patrol officers.

After she was busy, she planned to go and communicate with Shi San.

...

At Brian’s end, he also arrived at the makeshift autopsy table.

His assistant was his former police colleague Tom.

This guy was both lucky and unlucky, having barely moved from the Forensic Bureau to the NW operations division, he joined the B1 group.

The last attack by the Original Sect was primarily aimed at them.

Tom was lucky then, he was out on field duty.

His colleagues, including the team leader Aiden who wanted to poach Brian, died miserably.

The entire B1 group was dispersed.

Tom, with nowhere to go, had only to return to the Forensic Bureau to continue as a field surveyor.

This time he was dispatched here to help.

"Tom, glad to see you’re alright," Brian picked up the chainsaw and began to cut in a circle around the edge of a victim’s skull.

Tom rolled his eyes, his voice hoarse, "I’d rather have died in that attack, at least my family would have gotten substantial compensation. Now I’m back in the Forensic Bureau, and it’s not pleasant at all."

Creak~

A piece of skull was sawed off by Brian.

He carefully removed the victim’s skull, first made a mold of the wounds on the skull using some materials, then spoke to Tom, "Come to group B6, be my assistant, but you’ll need to learn how to do autopsies."

Tom was intrigued, "Is that possible?"

"No problem," Brian pointed to an unvanished slap mark on his face, "See this, our team leader gave me this ’stamp’ this morning. We’re very close, she will agree if I ask."

Tom thought of the likewise bruised woman with two large revolvers at her waist, his expression was strange, "I can see, you guys are indeed very close."

While the mold was still drying,

Brian signaled Tom to hold the strong flashlight, shining it inside the opened skull, observing the inside carefully.

Momentarily.

His expression grew intense.

Tom curiously asked, "What’s wrong, Brian?"

Brian took a deep breath and shared his discovery, "The victim’s brain matter wasn’t eaten by small fish. The murderer took it!"

Tom looked at the thumb-sized hole in the skull, puzzled, "The wound is so small, how did the murderer take away the victim’s brain matter?"

"Sucked!"

"Sucked?"

"Yes!" Brian nodded. "Take something like a straw, shove it into the wound, and then... suck!"

He thought of a dish he had heard about in his past life: hot oil splashed on fresh monkey brains.

The process was simple:

In the middle of a semi-circular table, a hole was carved, then the table was split to fit the monkey’s neck into the semi-circle and reassembled.

It was akin to shackles used in ancient Hua Country to restrain prisoners.

This way, no matter how much the monkey struggled, it couldn’t hurt anyone, nor could it escape.

Next.

There were two methods of consumption.

(The methods are too brutal, not approvable for publication... deleted)

...

After Brian had relayed this to Tom.

Tom, a former detective who had served in the military, been shot, and killed people, tightened his clothes, his exposed skin breaking out in goosebumps: "This is too cruel, ugh~"

Seeing his colleague with a rich imagination run off to the side to retch.

A wicked smile appeared on Brian’s lips as he contentedly began to decapitate the second victim’s body.

Past autopsies had shown him the darkest sides of human nature, a job heavily marred by negative emotions.

Working with emotions was no way to do a good job.

Work mode.

Brian was like a soul-numbed robot.

Only when he finished and was alone, he would reflect on human diversity, or he would choose not to speak for a long time.

One body after another, their skulls removed.

Excluding a few badly decomposed bodies, most of the skulls showed no traces of brain matter.

Some victims’ heads bore traces of small fish nibbling, but more so, there were remnants of puncture wounds left by sharp hollow tubes.

All the evidence proved: the murderer had smashed open the victims’ skulls with an irregular sharp object, then inserted a sharp hollow tube...

This was a particularly brutal, inhumane series of serial killings!

...

Having completed the autopsy work, it was now past nine in the evening.

Body after body was placed into body bags, loaded on stretchers, and transported out of the forest overnight.

A six-man squad also returned to this temporary camp.

One of the black police officers broke from the group and ran toward Brian.

The black police officer was Green, the rookie involved in the previous vagrant shooting incident.

Green had also been assigned here to assist by Brian.

Approaching Brian, Green’s young face was full of solemnity:

"Forensic Officer Brian, under the mountain patrol’s guidance, we came to a cave full of rocks, piled with tents and various belongings, likely those of the victims.

Besides that,

we also found a lot of hair, broken bones, and dried blood in a pit inside the cave.

However, there were no signs of living people."

Brian nodded, "It looks like we’ve found the initial crime scene."

Just then,

"Ow!"

Shi San, who had been lying on the cabin steps licking sausage and reluctant to eat it, suddenly rose from the steps and headed towards the dark forest behind the cabin, shivering and baring its teeth.

Susan, who was waiting for a callback from the park reception center, stood up abruptly and looked towards the back of the cabin.

Russle~

There was a noise.

Something was moving rapidly inside the forest!

"Who?"

Susan shouted loudly towards that direction, "This is the LAPD! Stop, respond!"

Brian’s group also reacted, pulling out their firearms and approaching.

The unknown presence in the forest continued to move around the lake, showing no intention of responding.

Susan, no longer hesitating, drew her revolver in an arc, emitting fireworks that lit up the night.

Gunshots shattered the night’s silence in the forest.

She had opened fire!

Not daring to respond.

If it’s not the murderer, it’s a criminal!

Susan’s eyes were cold!

This was a lesson her father had always taught her: better to kill by mistake than let one go!

...

The next moment.

Aaah~

A woman’s scream rang out.

However, the direction came not from the forest but from the temporary camp by the lake.

Shit!

A diversion tactic!

Brian, who was running towards Susan, suddenly turned around to see a tall figure in a white robe slamming a female officer, who was kicking and screaming in mid-air, fiercely to the ground.

The female officer’s panicked screams stopped abruptly.

Pools of blood spread out under her, dyeing the land blood red...