Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 262 - 183: Unexpected Discovery, This Case is Quite Interesting

Chapter 262: Chapter 183: Unexpected Discovery, This Case is Quite Interesting

They packed the body and returned to Team B6.

Brian thought Susan had already taken Shi San back, but to his surprise, the lights in the team leader’s office were still on.

Curious, he peeked inside.

There, Shi San lay comfortably on the large sofa, belly up, mouth open, deep in sleep, occasionally grinding its teeth with a creaking sound.

Susan, unusually, stood outside the window, lost in the scenery outside.

"Back already?"

It was as if she had eyes on the back of her head.

"Yeah, what’s up, you seem troubled?"

Brian approached Susan from behind and embraced her sturdy, elastic waist.

Susan shook her head: "No, it’s just that Shi San has been very sleepy today. What were you guys up to yesterday?"

"Hunting."

Brian rubbed his chin on Susan’s head: "Took it rabbit hunting all night long. It was a nice spot; next holiday, we could go camping together."

Hearing this, Susan nodded: "Yeah, that sounds good. Since you and Green are back, I’ll take Shi San back. You guys continue with your work."

"I’ll walk you out."

"Okay."

Brian picked up Shi San to wake it up, and while Susan was gathering her things, he whispered into Shi San’s ear: "Tonight, you go back with Susan, keep an eye on her, see what she does all night, who she meets..."

Shi San, groggy, nodded its head and fell back into a deep sleep.

It did look quite out of spirits.

However, to Brian’s enhanced sense of smell, the pheromones that Shi San emitted were growing stronger, likely stimulated by the previous night’s hunting, enhancing its absorption of the Enhancement Reagent.

Susan had driven over today.

Brian helped Susan and Shi San into the car and kissed Susan’s forehead: "I feel you’re troubled; if you want, I can be an absolutely confidential listener."

Susan shrugged: "Alright, maybe a little."

She then grasped Brian’s collar, pulling him close, her beautiful eyes locking onto his: "What exactly were you up to yesterday?"

Caught in the gaze of her beautiful eyes, Brian moved closer, almost lost: "Hunting, it was really just hunting, Susan, your eyes are so beautiful..."

"Mmm~"

Eight minutes later, Susan, cheeks flushed, pushed Brian away, gave him a glare, and drove off.

Watching the disappearing car, Brian licked his lips.

He pondered for a moment and then headed to the underground morgue.

Susan hadn’t discovered anything; she was just naturally feeling more insecure after falling in love, a normal reaction, unrelated to personality.

Of course, it wasn’t out of the question that someone had been speaking ill of her in front of Susan, making her more sensitive.

Hopefully it wasn’t the latter.

Otherwise, the sly Shi San would show them what a joke they were.

...

On the basement level.

The lights at the shooting range were still on.

When Brian passed by, Weapon Expert and weapon logistics provider for Team B6, Ali, was rubbing his neck, preparing to leave work.

Upon seeing Brian.

He pointed to the storage room behind him: "Brian, I’ve already maintained the sniper rifle. You can just grab it next time you want to use it, the code is still the same."

Brian shook his head: "I tried this gun yesterday; the range isn’t great, nor is the power. It’s fine for humans, but against a hypothetical mutant, it might struggle."

Ali spread his hands, helpless:

"This is already the best model among mainstream sniper rifles.

After all, for most people, even if a sniper rifle’s performance is excellent, they can’t fully utilize it.

Humans have limitations.

Even the best marksmen in the military have an effective sniping range of only about 800 meters.

In reality, beyond 600 meters, most snipers rely on instinct and experience.

If not, you could check NW’s internal weapon exchange storage; you might find the good stuff you want there, or you could swap some parts, and I’ll help you assemble them."

Brian nodded: "Alright, thanks, you can go home now. Green and I will probably have to work late tonight."

Humans have limitations.

But he was hardly normal anymore.

Ordinary weapons were indeed somewhat ineffective for him, merely more convenient; otherwise, throwing stones by hand might be quieter.

But Ali made sense.

Brian planned to buy some materials from the black market and DIY a large-caliber sniper rifle.

"Alright, the cases are endless; you guys finish up and go rest early too."

Ali nodded and got into the elevator.

...

Morgue.

Green had already diligently placed two bodies on a small trolley.

Next to it was an open laptop.

This had also been brought back from Mason’s dental villa.

When Brian entered, Green was inserting a USB drive into the laptop.

"This thing is locked; we’ll hand it to old Hardenn tomorrow to handle, he should know how to crack it," Brian reminded.

Green shook his head: "I already talked to old Hardenn; he said this lock is too simple, just use his universal cracking program."

Saying that, he clicked the pop-up reminder.

The next moment.

Large captions burst onto the laptop screen, and the program began to run automatically.

In about three seconds.

The screen changed.

The built-in electronic lock on the laptop had been cracked.

"Old Hardenn has quite the skills!"

Brian moved closer and started examining the contents of the laptop with Green.

The desktop only had some texts like account books, PPT.

Green, somewhat disappointed: "Big boss Brian, seems like there’s nothing useful on this laptop."

Brian rolled his eyes: "Would you keep stuff right on the desktop?"

He pushed Green aside and started operating himself.

His computer skills, from his previous life to this one, had never really been honed, but when it came to hiding things on a computer...

His learning materials were no joke.

In this aspect, he had reached a rather proficient level!

...

As Brian opened the internal storage files of the laptop, skillfully clicking those that clearly looked like system files, attempting them one by one.

A few minutes later, a new password prompt appeared before them.

Green stared at the code file named "Program Exchange," lost in thought.

"This damn thing is a bit large."

Brian also had a headache.

Within the file, there was a lock. How could he break it?

Before he could react,

just like in the beginning, a popup automatically appeared followed by a long stream of code data.

A few seconds later,

"98533680," an eight-digit number, automatically filled into the password box.

The encrypted file unlocked.

"These all-purpose decryption programs are amazing. Hardenn really knows his stuff with computer technology!" both expressed their astonishment.

People love peering into others’ privacy.

It is a natural gossipy instinct.

Brian and Green were no exceptions.

With curious hearts,

the two opened the folder.

...

The file contained not secrets but some private photos.

To be precise, roughly a hundred photos of men with men, men with women, women with women, and groups of men and women.

Two of the main characters in these were Dr. Mason and his wife.

They, along with others of the same and opposite sex, and seemingly other couples, were photographed in a setting that looked like a disreputably decorated building filled with a lot of equipment.

Even on some photos, women’s bodies were marked with pen as a sort of check-in memento: "2003, 4 people, Eden Club..."

Looking at these uncensored, large-scale photos, Green’s breathing grew heavy.

So ’Program Exchange’ was this kind of exchange.

Brian then realized,

This is just like a swingers’ club!

Especially those penned words, just like the things those players in his past life liked to do.

This thing was indeed an old tradition.

To keep their investigation rigorous,

the two examined every photo carefully, hoping to find any useful clues.

Forget the clues for now.

They had quite an eye-opening experience.

These people were seriously extravagant.

However, in one photo, Green unexpectedly saw a light’s reflection on the background that, when deciphered, read ’Eden Club.’

This must be the place where Dr. Mason and his wife used to have fun.

After searching online,

Green quickly located the club’s website.

However, the details there were minimal. The site clearly catered to a private, membership-based club, set up just for show; the real flow of information would never be online.

This kind of thing had similarities to what was there a long time ago.

Brian knew this well.

In the past, this kind of place was called a club.

As for swinger clubs, they originated from noble balls in Europe.

Such traditions existed there early on.

Leading by example,

it later evolved into an activity for middle-aged and even young couples seeking thrills, eventually influencing many countries in this regard due to the spread of online information.

...

"Tomorrow we’ll go check out this club."

Brian had Green note down the address, and he made preparations to start the autopsy.

Gunshot fatalities’ primary detection focuses were the type of gun and the shooting angle experiment.

The latter, also known as crime simulation, involves deducing the perpetrator’s position in relation to the victim, the steps taken during the crime, and their height, etc., based on trace evidence found at the crime scene...

Brian had already conducted this step with Green at the crime scene.

The first body to be autopsied was Mason the dentist.

Examining a particular area, Brian glanced at a mark and whistled, "No wonder Mrs. Mason used to buy cucumbers to make salads—apparently, Mason faced misfortune as a child."

Green, driven by a thirst for knowledge, looked at Brian.

Brian pointed towards Mason’s anal region:

"See this? There’s a clear prolapse scar here which implies Mason was frequently penetrated from behind for years.

Also, take a look at these obesity lines; such striations generally occur when muscle and fat stretch beyond the skin’s normal elasticity.

In a typical adult, even if obese, this pattern should be present on the buttocks, not here.

This indicates Mason was frequently stimulated in this area during his developmental period, leading to this unique phenomenon.

Children do not indulge in adult fetishes; he must have endured some disgusting experiences as a child.

Furthermore, look at his genitals.

These are clearly underdeveloped due to repeated abuse.

Such conditions can also arise in those who frequently masturbate during adolescence.

Generally, the younger the individual, the higher the likelihood of such occurrences.

I suspect Mason’s parents had issues."

Green: ..

Weird knowledge was forced into his head in a strange manner.

Green estimated that he would not forget these details for a long time.

Also, the Autopsy Officer was truly terrifying.

In front of such a person, there really isn’t any secret that can be kept.

...

Brian’s previous findings didn’t mean much.

He proceeded with the autopsy of Mrs. Mason.

This time, there really were some strange discoveries.

Mrs. Mason’s skin and age status didn’t match.

Brian also noticed that her internal organs and muscle tissue displayed stratification.

What is stratification?

It’s when the age of organ tissues varies.

Mrs. Mason’s external skin, blood consistency, and teeth resembled someone in their youth while her internal organs remained at an elderly state.

This situation...

Brian suddenly thought of a highly unethical surgical procedure.

This case seemed to get interesting.