Victoria Central Hospital.
This is one of the oldest hospitals in the whole of Invigli, and its long history is in direct proportion to its excellent medical care. The hospital has been expanded several times over the years, and is now one of the few buildings in old Turin that spans two districts, and in order to ensure the hospital's medical care, the Mechanical Institute even built a separate energy pipeline for it.
The highest police force in Old Dunling, Sualan Hall, is not far from Victoria Central Hospital. If needed, mounted police can arrive with loaded rifles within 10 minutes of receiving the order.
Due to its large size, Victoria Central Hospital has also taken on many other functions in recent years, such as working with Suaran Hall.
The bodies of the cases were sent here for autopsy, and Sailor Vole's body was obviously not worthy of attention, unclaimed, nor important, according to procedure, his body would be transferred directly to the King's Medical College, to the students to practice surgery, but at someone's insistence, this worthless body underwent a rare autopsy.
The officer looked at the young girl standing in the hallway with an impatient look on her face.
If she hadn't insisted on an autopsy, he'd be at his desk enjoying a rare break.
In old Turin, people in the lower part of the city were not considered citizens of Invig by the police, and they were never taken seriously unless the case involved people from the outer part of the city.
But this young girl was different. It was her first case, and she wanted to find something.
Full of enthusiasm and energy.
There was a time when a police officer was like that, but now he's just a man whose edges have been smoothed by life. May be in the girl to see himself once like, he is so patient, in his view life is boring, the girl will not give up a few days, just a little wait.
"Hasn't the report come out yet?"
The girl finally grabbed another nurse and asked anxiously.
"Officer, as you know, according to the procedure, the director needs to look at the report and sign it. Maybe he is busy now. Please wait a moment."
The nurse had an embarrassed smile on her face, and the young officer had been waiting here since the early morning when the body arrived, asking every hour, really annoying, what did she think an autopsy was? Kill a pig? Even if it takes half a day to kill a pig, what can you find in that time?!
"Oh, all right."
A slight loss appeared on her excited little face, but soon a violent explosion revived her interest.
The explosion was heard from the street, and the violent impact shattered the Windows outside, the crowd screamed in panic, and the gray fog filled every place.
"Smile!"
The officer shouted her name and then pulled out his baton.
"Was it a terrorist attack? Officer Place."
As a newly minted detective, Eki pulled out her sidearm in excitement.
"It should just be an aging underground steam pipe explosion that blew the manhole cover off." Put your gun away. We're here to keep the peace."
Looking at this energetic newcomer, Place felt a headache, and he hated his own luck, or why he had drawn this newcomer.
Hot steam wafted through the streets, and after a brief moment of panic the crowd stabilized. Old Dunling is very big, not only covers an area, it also has a very huge underground facilities, under people's feet that is the world's most complex pipeline lines, they are like a dense web in the old Dunling underground savage growth.
It is obviously difficult to maintain such a large facility, so it is not uncommon for accidents of aging pipes to occur.
The agitated police officer and the young detective walked out of the hospital together, the fog filled the field of vision, as if someone had staggered her vision through the fog beside her, Iseki looked back blankly at the gray mist on her side.
"Smile, hurry up!" 'cried Place.
Iguan still looked at the mist, stared for a few seconds, looked at Place on the other side of the mist, and then, as if she had made up her mind, she turned back and followed the faint weirdness of her heart.
...
It only takes a simple explosive to start a riot in Old Dunling.
This is what Lorenzo has learned from all these years of living in the old Dunling. In this steam pipe, random explosions will bring up heavy water mist, and this water mist is just to help Lorenzo stealth.
It'll get the guards' attention, and all I have to do is get the report before they're done with the pipes.
Casually entered the hospital hall, without the slightest sense that he was to steal things.
Managed to distract the guards and infiltrate the hospital... Just walk right in.
But the question is, where is that important report?
The white figure stepped into his field of vision, and Lorenzo soon had an idea.
Lorenzo adjusted his mood, trying to force a few tears out of his gray-blue eyes, and waved to a nurse with a sad face.
"My nephew was killed downtown today, and the guard told me to come see the autopsy report this afternoon.
The eyes were sincere and sad, as if Lorenzo really had a nephew.
The nurse first expressed sympathy for Lorenzo's suffering, and then told him that this should be handed over to him by the police officers of Suaran Hall, but perhaps moved by Lorenzo's sincere emotion, the nurse made an exception to tell him the chief's office, although he could not get a report but could learn about the specific cause of death of his nephew.
A few minutes later the middle-aged, balding director was sitting in his chair, opposite Lorenzo.
As much as he wanted to scream at the intruder, the ornate Winchester was now against his shiny head, and for whatever reason he was trying to remain calm.
"That's the autopsy report you asked for, is that all right?
He handed Lorenzo the file, leaving cold sweat on his smooth forehead.
"Is there a copy?"
Lorenzo asked, without looking up, after flipping through a few pages.
'No, no!
It seems to be very important to him, replied the director quickly.
"Is it?... Can you make another copy?"
A strange request.
"It should be OK to ask the forensic officers to write a report again, and then give that report to the Suaran Hall, and finally don't say anything to anyone about this day, can you do that?"
Although Vole was an unknown stranger, and no one cared whether he was dead or dead, if the autopsy report was lost or otherwise brought to the attention of Suaran Hall, it would undoubtedly add a lot of trouble to Lorenzo.
Lorenzo had cold eyes, like a cold-blooded killer.
"Director Buscaro, you live at 147 Hamlin Street in the Outer City..."
Scanning the envelopes of papers on the table, thoughts raced through Lorenzo's mind, and on his other side Buscaro felt a faint sense of great fear.
"You're not wearing a ring.... I suppose your wife divorced you, and she took your son?"
Like a master of reasoning, Lorenzo scanned back and forth, collecting all the clues he could see, and Buscalo was almost transparent in his eyes.
His heart beat violently, and the invisible words made him feel more frightened and chills than the shotgun that was now on his head.
"She left you a daughter, whom you particularly loved; she loved sweets... Isn't that right?"
Lorenzo proudly swings the final hammer.
Hearing this, Buscalo's psychological defense was completely broken, he could not understand why the man in front of him knew so clearly, his hands could not stop shaking, he may have had other thoughts before, but when it involved his daughter he broke down.
...
Lorenzo walked out of Buscalo's office loaded with trophies, convinced that the middle-aged man would be a good father.
He smiled when he saw his figure on the other side of the corridor.
"Thank you very much, Nurse. Director Buscaro has promised to help me examine my nephew's body. The murderer will not remain at large."
It was the nurse who had shown Lorenzo the way, speaking so intimately, that Lorenzo approached her, then took several silver coins from his arms and slipped them to her.
"And thank you all the more for the address, dear Nurse, Director Buscaro is looking forward to my gift."
Lorenzo strode off with the smiling eyes of the nurse.
There's no amazing reasoning, it's just premeditated.
Lorenzo is a second-rate detective, a violent detective with no morals, but he's also a genius in a way a genius liar who can manipulate all the things he can use.
Maybe he doesn't have superhuman reasoning, but he's a real hero when it comes to improvised crime.
There is a thin line between a genius detective and a genius criminal, a line that may be called principle or conscience, but Lorenzo obviously has none of it, and he jumps back and forth between the two.
Open the iron door, the temperature is significantly lower.
This is a morgue, and not many people come to this cold place, so Lorenzo got here easily.
The report was in his arms, but Vole's strange pre-death state had forced Lorenzo to see it for himself, and like a ghost in a dream, he remembered it for a long time.
"Which one?"
According to the serial number on the autopsy report, Lorenzo kept checking the nameplate in front of the iron cabinet.
Grasping the handle, he pulled out a frosty iron chest and dragged it straight to the ground, where Lorenzo crouched to look at the man he had recently killed.
There were multiple cuts in the body, and Lorenzo pulled them open, revealing the internal organs underneath. He glanced briefly at the report on the way in. According to the medical examiner's autopsy, there were some questions about Wall's bones and internal organs but he did not go into detail.
It's a twisted, disgusting scene, and I don't know if the forensics team threw up when they got here.
The internal organs were completely twisted together, the dark red clot held them together like pectin, and the intestines began to shrink, apparently much shorter than normal, as if they had been surgically removed, but there was no sign of surgery.
There was also much less fat than normal, which is used to store energy and heat, but apparently this Viking had a surprisingly low fat percentage.
It's not supposed to be like this.
It was freezing cold where the Vikings lived, and Wall's constitution would have frozen to death, not lived to this point
There were stones in the body, mostly on the surface of the skin and in the joints, which were very hard, clearly a lump of crystalline material and flesh, but it was like armor, and it was this thing that protected Vole, so Lorenzo's first shotgun shot could not kill him completely.
Lorenzo's brows pressed together, and it made him think of something bad.
Picked up the chair beside him, sat on it after he took out his cigarette case again, after careful thinking he still took out one, after the fire, the drunken smoke slowly rose.
The lights in the morgue went out one by one, until only the single light from the cigarette butt was left.