Police Confession 8
Cut vertically downward from the mastoid process behind the left and right ears to the upper edge of the clavicle, then cut forward and inward to meet at the sternal notch. The rest of the chest and abdominal incisions are made using the linear cutting method.
Y-shaped incision.
With the forensic doctor's skilled knife skills and the assistant's records, the young man's skin was cut open, his fat was split, his skull was exposed, and his internal organs in his chest were displayed nakedly in front of Rei Furiya. The friend he once doubted expressed his sincerity to him in another way.
"The cause of death is mechanical asphyxiation," the forensic doctor observed the deceased's neck. "He was shot with a cannon before he died, but no bullet was found in his body," the experienced forensic doctor said without much emotion. His assistant held up a camera, with the lens close to the ribs in the opened chest. "There are signs of CPR, but no signs of life."
If the pressure on the neck is sufficient, the person may lose consciousness in half a minute and suffocate. Suffocation will cause hypoxia, and hypoxia will cause cardiac arrest. The best time for rescue after cardiac arrest is 4-6 minutes.
Furiya Rei curled the corner of his mouth. According to this logic, Ishii Kazuki didn't suffer for long. Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei's rescue efforts were completely useless. When the two of them took action, Ishii Kazuki had been dead for quite a while.
The blond young man didn't know whether he should feel lucky or not. The news of his childhood friend Morobushi Kagemitsu's death took a long time to reach his ears. He did not have any time to grieve as he was thrown into the audit of the distillery. Two bottles of whiskey mixed with water would inevitably arouse the organization's suspicion of Bourbon, which had been in the same group as Scotch and rye. He had to use the most disdainful and contemptuous attitude to describe the person who knew him best in the world to prove his loyalty to the people who killed him.
He survived almost entirely out of anger, including his dissatisfaction with Rye, the FBI agent, for getting them into trouble, his hatred for Mescal's casual handling of his friend, his disgust for the organization's inhumane style, and his resentment for his own weakness.
——The emotions he expressed towards the organization were real, but the target of his emotions was blurred.
But what about Kazuki Ishii’s death?
There is no clear target of hatred for his death - to be honest, Furuya Rei still doesn't know what killed his friend. The surveillance personnel swore that they had never seen Ishii Kazuki leave his apartment, but the organization provided surveillance footage of Ishii Kazuki entering the building a few hours ago. The Metropolitan Police Department's evaluation of this colleague is subtle. There have been a series of attacks recently, a mysterious identity and unspoken suspicions...
——We have just learned that “Ishii Kazuki” was likely abused in his childhood.
Fatigue and confusion overwhelmed FĹŤtani Rei's thoughts. For once, he didn't think about anything. He just stared blankly at his friend being cut open. His internal organs had been carefully placed in containers, waiting to be sent for inspection later.
"Hmm?" The forensic doctor's work has reached the abdominal cavity. The scalpel seems to have touched something. He carefully reached into the stomach with tweezers and pulled out a small plastic bag. The metal inside was shining under the light. "It should have been forced to swallow shortly before death... So this is how the wound in the esophagus came from..."
The forensic doctor nodded to FĹ«ya Rei who came over, "This is your job." The assistant was already preparing for the aftermath. They also needed to sew up the body so that it could be returned to the family. "This should be what you are looking for."
"...Please let me watch to the end." Furiya Rei took the USB flash drive and accepted the relic with the same body temperature as his peers through his gloves. He did not leave immediately, but bowed his head deeply to the forensic doctor, "He is my friend."
"Please."
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"Sorry, squad leader," Hagiwara Kenji said with a wry smile while holding the phone in Ishii Kazuki's apartment. His colleagues from the forensic department were coming in and out, so he could only hide by the door to avoid interfering with their work. "I'm at Ikki's house now. Do you know where he would hide something? Ah... not clear? You said we should look at it from the perspective of finding stolen goods? That's right..."
Hagiwara Kenji looked inside the house. Ishii Kazuki's apartment was not big. When they occasionally had a party, they had to sleep on the sofa in the living room. But it was clean in a way that didn't fit the impression of a single man. "Something big happened... but I don't know how to tell you." He scratched his hair in annoyance, pulling out several long strands of hair. "Ishii--"
The smell of rust and his cool body temperature still linger on my palms. I can even remember the sound when I broke his ribs.
"He's dead."
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"Show me every place carefully."
Matsuda Jinpei's voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, "It's definitely not a coincidence that this building was chosen as the scene." He was annoyed when he thought of the record of not sending police even though they had received the report. Even if he raised his fist to threaten people, he would only get a firm answer that they had reported it. Everyone said there was no problem, but they were interrupted, "Don't miss a single inch of the place! No matter how small the clue is, keep your eyes open -"
"Inspector Matsuda!" The forensic officer hurried over and was almost scared away by the devil-like Matsuda Jinpei. "Please... please come and take a look at this room!"
Jinpei Matsuda glanced at the other person coldly. Without his sunglasses blocking his view, his sharp eyes could drive away most people. He followed the other person in silence and came to the room.
In the room sprayed with luminol reagent, the fluorescent light flowing from the wall to the ground was particularly eye-catching. It was dotted and connected into a track, extending to the corridor outside the room, all the way upwards.
"The marks are still fresh, probably only a few hours ago. We speculate that someone must have been injured in this room and then went to the rooftop." This room is only two floors away from the rooftop. During the time when the elevator was out of service, the injured person must have had to go upstairs. The forensic officer swallowed his saliva and continued, "Although there is no detailed comparison, judging from the blood type..."
"Not Officer Ishii."
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