Kieran strode forward.
It was as if he didn't see the row of body cabinets before him, but when the cabinets' saw 'Kieran walking towards them, all the body cabinets shrunk back after a slight delay.
Kak!
After a series of mechanical noises, the whole wall of body cabinets was opened left and right like two doors opening inward.
A big secret room appeared before Kieran's eyes.
A chair that looked like an operation table was placed in the middle of the room. The ceramic floor around it was stained with black blood, and on the iron hooks hanging down from the ceiling were broken limbs.
Kieran glanced over the rotten limbs.
It was obvious that these were not the arms and legs that the wife of this identity had lost. They had been lost much earlier, and the method of cutting them off was very crude. It was the kind of cut where the arms, thighs, and torso were directly torn off. As a result, half of the wound was still smooth, while the other half was skin, muscles, and bones were broken in different places.
"Torture?"
The term naturally popped up in Kieran's mind.
The torn wounds and broken bones were telling Kieran that if the cutter was serious, he could have easily cut off his target's arms and legs.
However, the cutter didn't do so.
Instead, he chose another method that required more effort.
Other than intentional torture, Kieran couldn't think of any other possibilities.
Following the broken limbs, Kieran's eyes landed on the chair that looked like an operation table. On top of the chair were several thick and wide leather straps.
No doubt, all the cutting was done here.
However, Kieran's attention wasn't on the chair or the leather straps, but something deeper.
Tsss!
Kieran's finger grazed the surface of the chair.
The already dried and rotten artificial leather was instantly torn apart, revealing a dirty sponge inside and a … statue the size of a child's fist.
It was a huge eye that took up two-thirds of the statue's body, and inside the eye was a statue that looked like a moon.
Even without the system notification, when Kieran saw the abstract style of the statue, he was sure it was Mordin's work.
As a matter of fact, that was the case.
[Name: Imperfect Mordin Sculpture]
[Type: ETC]
[Quality: Legendary]
[Attack: None]
[Defense: Powerful]
[Attribute: Moon Touch]
Special Effect: None
Prerequisites: None
[Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes]
[Remark: It originated from Master Sculptor Mordin. Although it wasn't recorded, it doesn't affect the power it contains.]
…
[Moon Touch: Able to gather negative energy and attract wandering souls, converting them into pure life force and transferring it to the holder; 0.5 HP/min (Day), 1 HP/min (Night), 5 HP/min (Bathing in moonlight or converting negative energy or wandering souls)]
…
"Restore life?"
Kieran squinted his eyes and played with the sculpture in his hand.
The moment he picked up the statue, translucent figures appeared in front of him from the surrounding walls and ground.
Hundreds of translucent figures crowded in this secret chamber, layer upon layer.
Each of the figures had a blank look on their faces, no thoughts, no memories, only the instinct of the dead being attracted to Mordin's sculpture.
Kieran didn't use [Imperfect Mordin Sculpture] to convert the wandering souls.
It wasn't just because he couldn't use such a method, it was also because of his vigilance against Mordin's sculpture.
He didn't forget how he came to this place.
After putting away [Imperfect Mordin Sculpture], the wandering souls woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream. When they saw Kieran in front of them, they cried out in fear and crawled back into the walls and ground, dispersing away in an instant.
It was different from their instinct towards Mordin's sculpture.
The fear in front of Kieran allowed them to know what they should do.
Kieran circled the secret room and checked it carefully. After finding nothing else, he walked out to the corner of the room and tapped McRose with the tip of his foot.
"Ouch, ouch!"
With a groan of pain, McRose woke up.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Kieran.
Instinctively, McRose clenched her fist, ready to deliver a punch at Kieran.
She didn't forget how she fainted.
However, as more memories flooded her mind, McRose's body shook. Her clenched fist turned into a palm and she wanted to grab Kieran's pants.
However, Kieran dodged her again.
"There's a secret chamber in your morgue.
A lot of people must have died in there.
I suggest you contact Gredith. "
Kieran said without hesitation.
"Secret chamber? Dead? Gredith? "
"No, no, no!
You can't contact Gredith!
She will shut down my forensics workshop!
Without the workshop, I can't pay off my loan!
If I can't pay off my loan, my house will be taken away!
Without my house, I'll be living on the streets! "
McRose repeated Kieran's words in a daze, shaking her head rapidly. She then crawled up and ran towards the secret chamber.
"W-What is this?!"
McRose was stunned the moment she saw the secret chamber.
The scene before her eyes was exactly the same as what she saw in the body cabinet.
The only difference was that she was standing now.
Before?
She was trapped on a chair that looked like an operation table, a shadowy figure with a knife in his hand was waving it at her body.
McRose quivered.
It wasn't that she was a coward.
Being able to become a forensic doctor proved that McRose was very brave.
It was just that the scene before was too realistic.
It was as if she had experienced it herself.
Kieran stood outside the morgue, looking at McRose in the secret chamber. He clearly felt the energy changes in her body.
Although it was negative energy, it didn't devour McRose's life force. Instead, it nourished her body.
"Psychic medium body?"
Recalling a book that he read in Nikorei's study room, Kieran's eyes flashed with astonishment.
Unlike common shamans and extraordinary individuals, psychics were rare because they relied on luck to pass down their heritage.
This was because spirit mediums were passed down through luck. Even if the parents were spirit mediums, their children would not be 100% spirit mediums.
Just like those legendary prophets.
Rare and rare were the descriptions of these people.
Now that he ran into a forensic doctor with a psychic medium body, Kieran thought of more things.
His original thoughts changed as well.
"What are you going to do?"
Kieran asked.
"I …"
Instinctively, McRose wanted to close the place and pretend nothing happened, but when the words escaped her mouth, she recalled the scene where she was trapped in the secret chamber.
Unwillingness and fear filled her heart.
She couldn't say such words at all.
"I'll get to the bottom of this!"
McRose said in the end.
She then looked at Kieran with anticipation.
Kieran appeared in front of her when she was in danger and he was her savior.
Moreover, Kieran really did save her life.
"Thank you for saving my life!"
"A compassionate person like you will definitely help me, right?"
After thanking Kieran, McRose put her hands in front of her and widened her eyes, trying her best to look pitiful. If Kieran didn't kick her away a few times, she would have grabbed Kieran's arm and swung it left and right, acting like a spoiled child.
"Nope.
Not right.
Rely on yourself. "
Kieran replied coldly.
"Then why are you here in the middle of the night …"
McRose questioned Kieran, but the moment the words escaped her mouth, she reacted to the situation.
His wife's body was here!
Even if she was his ex-wife, their relationship was much stronger than a stranger he only met once.
Therefore, the reason why Kieran appeared in the morgue was not because of her, but because of his ex-wife.
With that thought in mind, McRose squatted down dejectedly.
"I knew I shouldn't have risked everything by buying a house.
If I didn't buy a house, I wouldn't be this tired.
If I wasn't this tired, I wouldn't have run into all these things. "
McRose squatted down and hugged herself, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Then …
She heard Kieran's footsteps getting further away and the door to the morgue closing.
She was left alone in the morgue.
She didn't feel anything when Kieran was around, but now that Kieran was gone, she felt like something was wrong.
Someone was watching her from the ceiling.
Someone was watching her from the floor.
Someone was watching her from the left.
And someone was watching her from the right.
McRose couldn't help but shiver, her hair standing on end.
A moment ago, she was still feeling sorry for herself, but a moment later, she jumped up and ran outside.
She shouted as she ran.
"Wait for me!"
However, when McRose chased after him, Kieran was nowhere to be found.
All she saw was an empty street.
The cold night breeze blew.
McRose shivered again.
Even though the lights in the workshop were on, she didn't dare to go back and turn them off, running towards the crowded place.
Kieran saw McRose off in a panic, then he started to search for any suspicious buildings within a 10 km radius around McRose Forensics Workshop.
After getting nothing, Kieran returned to Elm Tree Street and used the same method to search the whole neighborhood.
Similarly, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"The arm changed, but the torso and head didn't change at all. The fact that it could sit up must be because of those wandering souls."
"Even if it was just the arm, it should have left a trace of its presence within a certain radius, but there's nothing in the surroundings."
When the arm first appeared, according to Kieran's Mystical Knowledge, a dead body's head and torso would change as well. Therefore, Kieran went to the workshop to search for more clues.
However, things developed differently from what Kieran expected.
"Did they use some secret technique that I don't know of?
Or did they notice something was wrong and erased all traces?
Or was the owner of the arm someone else? "
Kieran recalled the scenes that he had encountered.
More questions popped up in his mind.
Then, Kieran thought of the [Imperfect Mordin Sculpture] that he had just gotten.
"That [Imperfect Mordin Sculpture] was there all along?"
Or was it set up by the culprit as well?
If it was set up by the culprit, then … what was the culprit trying to do? "
Kieran never believed that there was such a thing as a free lunch.
Although [Imperfect Mordin Sculpture] wasn't much to him, it was still a rare item for others.
The culprit must have given up such a good item in order to get more benefits.
"Could it be …"
"Someone here is collecting Mordin's sculptures as well?"
Kieran suddenly thought of something.
More guesses popped up in Kieran's mind along with the hypothesis.
"If that's the case …"
Kieran squinted his eyes and a sharp glare flashed over.
With a jump, Kieran quietly returned to the room with this identity.
At this moment, the eastern sky had already lit up.
The morning sun had appeared without anyone noticing.
A new day had begun.
The two officers who kept an eye on 2-1-6 all night started to yawn.
"Coffee."
Gredith, who was riding her bike, passed the coffee in her hand to her men.
"Thanks, boss."
The two officers took the coffee.
"How is it?"
Gredith asked.
"Nothing unusual. After tidying up the room, he fell asleep and woke up around dawn to wash up and move around."
"Just now, he went to 4-2-2 Love Food Hut and brought back a lot of food."
"What a good appetite.
He doesn't look like someone whose wife just died. "
One of the officers reported.
"It's his ex-wife."
"Their relationship broke up and they divorced. I guess he wished for her to die right?"
"Now that she's dead, isn't it perfect?"
"Boss, did you find anything?"
The other officer corrected him and looked at Gredith.
"I've investigated the two of them and found …"
Just when Gredith was about to say something, she suddenly turned her gaze to a spot further away.
A man with a face full of exhaustion was staggering over.
"Is this Dr. 2567's place?"
The man asked Gredith politely, but his eyes were bloodshot, making his politeness look weird.
"Yes, it's there."
Gredith pointed at the door of 2-1-6.
"Thank you."
After the man thanked Kieran politely, he hastened his steps towards the door of 2-1-6 and pressed the doorbell.
"Dr. 2567?"
"I'm your patient."
"I'm sorry I'm early, please help me."
Amidst the pleading, the nurse came out and signaled the man to go in.
Gredith frowned as she watched the man walk away.
"What's wrong, boss?"
One of the officers asked.
"Don't you think that man looks familiar?"
Gredith asked.
"Familiar?"
The other officer was stunned. The one who spoke before seemed to have recalled something.
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