"Huh?"
Gredith turned around and looked at Kieran with a questioning gaze.
"There's poison inside."
Kieran said in an affirmative tone.
With his near rank II Intuition and Musou level [Medical and Medicinal Knowledge], the moment Kieran saw the envelope, he could already smell the poison inside.
Even more so, because of his expertise in classifying poisons, Kieran was sure the poison inside was a mixture of fluoroacetamide and Green Dart Frog.
Judging from the poison's level, it didn't even require a wound on the body, as long as it touched the skin, it would be fatal.
The culprit was very smart, he even used a fish bubble to set up a small spitting mechanism inside the envelope. Once the envelope was torn open, the poison powder would spit out.
Imagine what you would do when you tear a letter.
The height of the envelope was almost aimed at the face of the person who tore it.
In simple words, the poison powder would touch the weak eyes 100% of the time.
Kieran didn't know what kind of grudge the culprit had with Gredith but the culprit wanted to kill her without a doubt.
As for Kieran?
He wouldn't mind saving the culprit's life if it was convenient.
For the sake of that hateful character and respectable persistence.
More so, was the matter before him really a simple grudge?
Why couldn't Gredith touch something and be silenced by the culprit?
For example, the horrifying 'disasters' that happened to Kieran's ex-wife.
Coincidentally, when Gredith found out about his identity and the incidents around his ex-wife, the letter was delivered to Kieran.
How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
Some might think it was a coincidence.
But Kieran didn't believe in such a coincidence.
"Poison?"
Gredith was stunned. She then looked at the letter in her hand with a serious expression and ordered her men beside her.
The inspection results came out soon enough.
"Inspector, it's a mixture of fluoroacetamide and some kind of animal poison. As for what kind of animal it is, we're still testing it and the results will come out soon.
There's also a mechanism inside the envelope. Once you tear it open, the poison powder will spit out.
Just a little bit of it and the consequences will be unimaginable. "
The officer reported with lingering fear.
"Is that so?"
Gredith took in a deep breath, calming her rising and falling heart before looking at Kieran.
"I'm a doctor."
Kieran, who knew what the other party wanted to ask, said directly.
"It's a psychologist!"
Gredith emphasized Kieran's identity.
"But he's also a doctor."
"When I majored in psychology, I took up pharmacology as an elective, just like how I have a hobby of fighting."
Kieran lied calmly.
The inspector couldn't refute such nonsense at all.
Because she didn't understand Kieran at all.
Although she had also investigated Kieran when she was investigating his ex-wife, Mary, other than the news of the Fervon Psychology Prize, Kieran was really unknown compared to Mary.
Through the contact, Gredith instinctively felt that the man wasn't an ordinary person.
He majored in psychology and became the youngest recipient of the Fervon Psychology Prize.
He loved fighting and could easily break the legs of a perverted killer with a kick.
He took up pharmacology as an elective and was able to identify the poison in the envelope without touching it.
It was as if the achievements that others couldn't achieve in their entire life were easily achieved by Kieran.
Gredith didn't deny the existence of a genius.
But she had to prove that Kieran was a real genius.
Otherwise …
It would be a disguise!
A person in disguise must have a secret.
Such a secret would be even more important when it was related to more than one murder case.
"The station has a consultant system."
"The system can be activated for this case."
"So, 2567, you …"
"300 an hour."
"This is my pre-paid rate, but it's different for you. From the moment you decided to invite me and I signed the contract, whether I'm here or not, you have to pay me a month's salary in advance. When the contract is less than a month, we'll count it as one month and if it's a full month, we'll sign a new contract for the next month. Of course, the contract will still be the same as before."
Kieran interrupted Gredith.
He didn't want to work with Gredith.
He knew what Gredith's real goal was.
He also knew how to reject Gredith's request.
Just as Kieran expected, Gredith's face turned black when she heard Kieran's request.
A day's salary was equivalent to a month's salary, 30 days' salary was equivalent to an extra 30 inspector's salary. In the entire station, including herself, there were only 5 inspectors.
The salary of 30 inspectors was an unbearable burden for the police station.
If she dared to agree to the terms, she wouldn't even have to wait for the director to talk to her, the next day the financial inspector would come to talk to her.
Then?
Leaving without pay was the only way out.
Gredith's passion for her job allowed her to make a wise decision.
"What a pity.
Please keep your house phone connected, if anything happens, we'll contact you anytime. "
After the routine, Gredith didn't care about Kieran anymore, she turned around and started to order her men.
"Check the surveillance footage, find out who delivered the package."
"Then check the body source."
"Also, go through the dismemberment case files again."
"I want to see the results before the sun sets."
Kieran, who was on his way out, listened to Gredith's words and didn't comment further.
It was Gredith's habit.
Kieran wouldn't purposely comment on Gredith's actions.
Kieran had his own habits and ways of doing things.
[Tracking] allowed him to spot the traces left on the box.
Kieran slowly walked forward.
A while later, he disappeared around the street corner.
…
McRose didn't sleep for the whole night.
She hurried back to the forensics office after the sky brightened.
To McRose, this office was her life. Even though what happened last night would terrify a common man, something that she wouldn't dare to recall for the rest of her life, the monthly debt filled her with courage.
After a quick check, other than not switching off the lights and wasting a night's electricity, everything was normal.
Huu!
McRose heaved a breath of relief.
She was really worried that she would be visited by some sort of special lover.
If that happened, she wouldn't stand a chance at all and would be finished.
But now?
She still had a chance to redeem herself.
McRose picked up the phone and dialed the number on the notebook.
The number belonged to the previous owner of McRose Forensics Office.
The owner was her teacher and also her friend.
Because of that, when McRose heard that the owner wanted to sell the office six months ago, she bought it with a loan without a second thought.
She knew her teacher and friend very well.
He made the decision because of his poor health.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong with his job.
With a stable working relationship with the police, the forensics studio was able to earn quite a lot of money.
As long as McRose worked hard, other than paying off the loan, she could still have a feast or two every month.
Of course, that was what she thought before.
Although McRose still didn't want to believe that her teacher was involved in this case, she started to hesitate.
"Hi, Adams."
"There's something I want to ask you."
McRose pretended to be casual.
"What is it?"
"Just say it, Rose."
A slightly weak male voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Before you took over this forensics office, did it have an owner?"
McRose asked in a roundabout way.
"Of course it did.
"I'm its second owner."
"And you are its third."
Although it looks a little old, it's still a good girl, you need to take good care of her. "
The weak male voice joked.
"I treat her as my life."
McRose said seriously.
"Is there something wrong with her?"
The weak male voice asked.
"Like what I told you before, the circuit is old, the drain is clogged, the security system is old, there has been more than one group of bastards who have their eyes on my place."
McRose said angrily when the bastards were mentioned.
It wasn't an act, it was her true feelings.
Death was the most important thing.
McRose knew it even better after dissecting the body.
Every time she dissected the body, she would complete her work with devotion, trying her best to search for clues on the body, seeking justice for the victims.
But there would always be some bastards who liked what others didn't.
Other than some people with special mental illnesses, most people would brag about it.
It was like a three-year-old who got a new toy.
A three-year-old who didn't have a clear view of the world was excusable.
But what about them?
It was …
Unforgivable!
"Do you need me to talk to Inspector Gredith for you?"
The weak male voice asked.
"It's fine.
"She has helped me enough."
Besides, she's in a mess right now. "
McRose rejected her teacher's kind intentions, chatting with her teacher for a while more, and when she heard the tiredness in her teacher's voice, she hung up.
As for asking for the information about the first owner of the forensics workshop from her teacher?
McRose couldn't bring herself to drag a patient who was tormented on the sickbed into this kind of case.
She had to use other channels.
Fortunately, after becoming a forensic doctor, she had no lack of connections to deal with people from all walks of life.
McRose took out her phone and left a message for someone. She took a deep breath and headed down to the morgue.
She had to search for clues in the slaughterhouse-like room that the creator of the secret room might have left behind.
The body cabinet moved again, and the secret room that was closed less than half an hour ago appeared again.
Although it wasn't the first time McRose saw it, when the bloody stench that she should have gotten used to appeared, she still felt uncomfortable.
McRose held her breath and searched for the power switch in the secret room with the strong torchlight.
She easily found the power switch on the wall.
But …
The dried blood on the switch and the minced meat with hair stuck to it made McRose frown.
Through her professional knowledge, she was sure it was a piece of scalp.
In her mind, the scene of the owner of the secret room smashing an innocent man's head, laughing weirdly and turning off the power switch before leaving.
The scene wasn't just a wild guess.
It was …
Experience!
It was her experience after she was dragged into the body cabinet last night.
Tingles of pain appeared on her head. Empathizing with the pain, McRose instinctively touched the back of her head that was still intact and heaved a breath of relief.
"Damn it!"
McRose wasn't sure why she had such an experience, but it didn't stop her from solving the problem.
Kak!
The power switch was switched on.
Following the buzzing of the electric current, the whole secret room lit up.
The operating table chair, the thick blood stains, the messy chair in the corner, and the moving tool rack were revealed before McRose's eyes.
The blinding light made McRose squint her eyes. After getting used to the light, she started to search for possible clues.
Unfortunately, there was nothing.
After spending almost an hour, McRose stood in the middle of the secret room dejectedly, wondering if she had missed something. Then, a light laugh sounded.
"Found it!
It's really here! "
Amid the laughter, a man in a gray hoodie appeared in front of McRose.
The man's voice was very muffled, as if he had something in his mouth when he spoke. Not only was his pronunciation unclear, but he also staggered a little when he walked.
"Hold it right there!"
McRose pulled out her taser gun and pointed it at the man as he approached.
The man turned a deaf ear and continued forward.
McRose pulled the taser without a second thought.
A powerful electric pulse followed the two electrodes and perforated the man's body.
Tssss!
Pak Pak Pak!
Amid the electric noise, the man's body trembled and fell to the ground. His muscles contracted fiercely and he curled up into a ball.
McRose heaved a breath of relief.
She knew the power of the taser gun in her hand, so she avoided hitting the man's head and heart. Even if she hit his abdomen, it would still be enough to paralyze him.
McRose walked up to the man and lifted his hood.
It was a pale, scrawny middle-aged man.
The moment she saw the face, McRose knew the man's liver and spleen were sick, otherwise a normal man wouldn't be this skinny.
Instinctively, she wanted to call the police.
But when she thought about the trouble that would follow, she hesitated.
While McRose was hesitating, the man who was curled up on the ground stretched his body and grabbed her neck. His body defied common sense and stood up as though he was a corpse being pulled up from the ground.
McRose was struggling and kicking the man as he was lifted up single-handedly.
However, the man who should be weak and sick was unusually strong at the moment.
It wasn't just his arms that were like steel pincers, his body was like steel as well, kicking McRose's feet hurt.
Step by step, the man walked towards the chair that looked like an operating table.
As if he was on a pilgrimage, he muttered as he walked.
"Long … live forever … immortal …"
Step by step, the man reached the operating table and trapped McRose on it.
"Let me go!"
McRose struggled, looking at the middle-aged man who picked up a long knife from the table and was getting closer to her. Fear showed on her face.
What was the man trying to do?
She knew it very well.
She had experienced it before.
However, unlike the previous' experience ', this time, it was a real experience.
It's over!
Despair rose in McRose's heart, she shut her eyes.
The man's mutters echoed in her ears.
It sounded like the death knell.
However, without her knowing, the death knell sounded like a firework.
"Long … live forever … immortal …"
"Long … live forever … immortal …"
"So … delicious … not expensive …"
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