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Chapter 11 The Case of the Scrambled Corpses

The next day, under Chen Ruoyan's arrangement, Lu Yiming underwent a comprehensive physical examination.

The examination included a complete blood count, a chest CT scan, and even a urological exam.

Lu Yiming strongly felt that it was Mia, that big mouth, who had spread some rumors to Chen Ruoyan.

Fortunately, this was at the hospital where Chen Ruoyan worked; otherwise, given the American medical system, who knows how long the wait would have been.

Seeing that he wouldn't die, I prescribed a few kilograms of antibiotics for him to take home and take.

Union insurance appointments for medical services have a waiting list of at least three months.

Chen Ruoyan is a hospital employee and has several free medical check-up slots for her family members, which means she essentially got free access to medical resources.

At noon, Lu Yiming ate the Chinese food that Chen Ruoyan had prepared.

"You're having a pretty good time in the hospital, aren't you? You even have time to cook for yourself."

Chen Ruoyan used the medical record in her hand to cover her slightly flushed face.

I didn't tell him; I only prepared this because he was coming.

"You have another meal, is it for Mia?"

Lu Yiming looked at the other lunchbox next to Chen Ruoyan.

"How could she possibly eat all that?"

Come to think of it, Mia eats grass, or rather, she eats white food.

"Who is that for?" He felt a sense of crisis.

Chen Ruoyan stuck out her tongue. "I'm not telling you."

She then changed the subject.

"The body is being moved tonight. Go see it after dinner. I'll get the others out of the way."

How did you get away?

"Then just leave it alone."

Thirty minutes later, Chen Ruoyan sent Lu Yiming an OK sign.

Lu Yiming successfully infiltrated the morgue.

He found the cabinet marked "C-21" and unzipped it.

A putrid stench wafted over, the smell of a dead body.

The stench almost made Lu Yiming vomit.

He pinched his nose and began to examine it.

His face was disfigured by sulfuric acid, his features melted into a mass of rotten flesh, and his torso was crooked.

The limbs were drastically different in skin color and thickness, and were forcibly sewn together with nylon thread. The cutting technique was extremely crude, and could not have been done by a professional surgeon.

The torso and head belong to a white male with sunken eyes, a stubble-covered face, and malnutrition, who looks like a homeless person.

The left arm belongs to a male of East Asian descent; the skin is delicate and slender, and the nails are neatly trimmed.

The right arm belongs to a Black male; the upper arm is muscular and has a cross tattoo.

The left leg is also characteristic of women of East Asian descent, with a thick, fleshy thigh.

The right leg belongs to a Black woman, with shrunken and atrophied muscles.

The assembled corpse resembled the android from the movie Frankenstein.

As a newly graduated auxiliary police officer, this was all the information he could see with his naked eye.

But it doesn't matter. He has a cheat code.

Lu Yiming took out his phone, found the "Soul Analysis" message in his history of red envelopes, and clicked to use it.

Instantly, Lu Yiming felt a flood of anatomical knowledge surge into his mind, and his eyes gleamed.

He grabbed the chin of the head and forced the mouth open.

"It smells like pentobarbital. It's a sedative. The deceased had taken anesthetic before death."

In other words, these victims had their hands and feet sawed off before.

It's possible they didn't die, but were instead anesthetized...

"That's so perverted."

This deduction sent a chill down Lu Yiming's spine.

Why would a murderer go to such lengths to create such a bizarre and grotesque composite of corpses?

He suppressed his discomfort and shifted his gaze to the remaining limbs.

"Left arm: The skin is delicate and the nails are trimmed very neatly, but there are thick calluses on the fingertips of all ten fingers."

Lu Yiming pinched his fingers: "Calluses from years of typing. I work as an online customer service representative, live alone, and have a very small social circle."

"This type of meat generally doesn't taste good; it doesn't get much exercise and lacks firmness."

At this point, Lu Yiming slapped himself, thinking, "What the hell am I talking about?"

He took a deep breath, forcibly pulling himself back to his senses, and looked at the next section.

"Right arm: muscular, with thick, dark hair, and alternating old and new abrasions on the web of the hand."

Lu Yiming weighed it in his hand:

"Construction workers or manual laborers. Those who do physically demanding jobs. Although strong, they belong to the lower rungs of society, and no one cares if they go missing."

"This kind of meat is best for air-drying and making ham. Ugh, ugh."

He suppressed his appetite and continued to observe.

"Left leg, muscles are loose, there is a dark ligature mark below the knee, accompanied by friction dermatitis."

Lu Yiming frowned: "She is a disabled woman who has long relied on prosthetics or orthotics to stand and walk. She can only do simple jobs."

His Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed, and his gaze shifted to the remaining part.

Right leg: The skin is relatively dark, and there are some varicose veins.

Lu Yiming narrowed his eyes: "Long hours spent working at a desk, but lacking exercise. Writers or those who work from home, living alone, and having almost no contact with the outside world."

"These five people have one thing in common: they are all marginalized people in society, live alone, and have almost no social circle."

"So they've been missing for so long, and no one has reported it to the police, nor has anyone found them."

Finally, Lu Yiming carefully examined the broken ends of the limbs and torso.

Something's not right...

He moved closer to the strong right hand, then looked at the left leg.

"The muscles in the left arm have turned grayish-brown and show signs of severe decay; but the right arm and right leg are bright red, and there may still be fresh blood clots inside..."

The two pieces of body parts were in completely different states of decomposition!

"The victim with the left arm had been dead for at least two weeks, but the remaining victims were dismembered over a week for the left leg and no more than two days for the right arm and right leg..."

Thinking about this, a bold idea came to mind.

The killer first used anesthetic to incapacitate them, and then cut and stitched up the bodies before disposing of them.

Lu Yiming clenched his fist tightly:

"In other words, if these three people hadn't died from massive bleeding on the spot, and if the case had been solved quickly enough, the victims might have survived!"

"Clap clap clap".

Suddenly, Lu Yiming heard applause behind him.

Turning around, I saw a round-faced, bearded Asian man wearing a leather jacket.

His beard was meticulously trimmed and did not look unkempt.

"I didn't realize you, a mere auxiliary police officer, had such abilities."

The bearded man walked over, clapping his hands and resting them on the morgue shelf.

"But what did you mean when you said the meat wasn't suitable for eating?"

Lu Yiming's eyebrows twitched violently; these were all side effects brought about by Hannibal's abilities.

Now, in his eyes, these corpses are just various kinds of food.

"I was just talking to myself. May I ask who you are?"

The bearded man waved his hand. "I'm just taking a casual stroll. You can continue."

Lu Yiming's lips twitched. "Brother, this is a morgue. How did you end up wandering here?"

Moreover, the man remained calm and composed in the face of such a horrific corpse, showing no fear or surprise.

This means he has already seen the body, so he is either the murderer or...

"Are you with the homicide unit?"

The man nodded. "Sometimes you're quite smart, and sometimes you're incredibly stupid."

"Lu Yiming, I know you. Director Gu praised you this morning."

"You're amazing for catching the killer based on such a tiny anomaly."

Lu Yiming felt a little embarrassed by what this guy said.

"How about it? Interested in joining our homicide unit? If you can help solve this case, becoming a full-fledged police officer won't be difficult."

Lu Yiming agreed without even thinking.

But then the bearded man put a finger to his mouth.

"Wait, I haven't stated my conditions yet."

"Tell me about it."

Joining the homicide squad is a way to get promoted quickly, and paying a little price for it is not unacceptable.

For example, he was willing to give up a monthly salary of $800.

The bearded man's smile faded, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I want you to leave Chen Ruoyan, stay far, far away..."