Victoria General Hospital.

It is one of the oldest hospitals in the whole of England, and its longevity is directly proportional to the quality of medical care. The hospital has been expanded several times over the years, and it is now one of the few buildings in Old Tunling Lane that spans two districts, and in order to ensure the hospital's medical care, the Mechanical Institute has even built a separate energy supply pipeline for it.

Suaran Hall, the highest security force in Old Dunling, is not far from Victoria General Hospital, and mounted police officers can arrive with loaded rifles in ten minutes after receiving orders if needed.

Due to its large size, Victoria General Hospital has also had many other functions in recent years, such as cooperating with Sualan Hall.

The body of the case will be sent here for autopsy, and the body of the sailor Wall is obviously not worthy of attention, no one has claimed it, and it is not important, according to the process, his body will be directly transferred to the Wang Li Medical College, and handed over to those students to practice, but at someone's insistence, this worthless corpse has undergone a rare autopsy.

The officer looked at the young girl standing in the hallway with an impatient expression.

If she hadn't insisted on requesting an autopsy, he would have stayed at his workstation by now enjoying a rare rest. In Old Dunling, the people of the lower town were not citizens of Inglig in the eyes of the police officers, and they did not take it seriously unless the case involved people from the outer city.

But this young girl is different, this is the first case she has taken over, and she has to find out something about anything.

Enthusiastic and full of energy.

Once upon a time, a police officer was like this, but now he is just like he has been smoothed out by life. It may be that he saw what he used to be in the girl, he just endured it like this, in his opinion, life is boring, the girl will give up in a few days, he just needs to wait a little.

"Isn't the report coming out yet?"

The girl finally grabbed another nurse and asked anxiously.

"Officer you know, according to the process report, the director needs to take a look at the signature, maybe he is busy now, please wait. ”

The nurse had an embarrassed smile on her face, and the young officer had been waiting here since the body was brought in the morning, asking every hour, it was really annoying, she thought what an autopsy was? Kill a pig? Even if you have to put half a day's blood to kill a pig, what can be checked out in such a little time!

"Oh, okay. ”

There was a little loss on the excited little face, but soon a violent explosion rekindled her interest.

Explosions came from the streets, shattering the glass on the periphery, the crowd screaming in panic, and the gray mist filling every place.

"Eve!"

The officer shouted her name and then pulled out his baton.

"Is it a terrorist attack? ”

As a new police detective, Eve directly excitedly pulled out her matching gun.

"It should just be an aging explosion of underground steam pipes that blew up the manhole cover...... Put your guns away, we're here to keep the order. ”

Looking at this energetic newcomer, Prey felt a headache, he hated his luck a little, otherwise why would he be drawn to bring this newcomer.

Blazing steam filled the streets, and after a brief panic, the crowd stabilized. The old Dunling is very large, not only does it occupy an area, it also has a very large underground facilities, which are the most complex pipelines in the world under people's feet, and they are like dense cobwebs that grow savagely under the old Dunling.

Maintaining such a large facility is obviously difficult, and it is not uncommon for accidents with aging pipes to occur from time to time.

The irritated officer walked out of the hospital with the young detective, the mist filling the field of vision, as if someone had staggered her gaze through the mist beside her, and Eve looked back blankly at the gray mist beside her.

"Eve, hurry!" Pres shouted.

Eve was still looking at the mist, stunned for a few seconds, looked at Pres 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 in her heart.

......

A simple explosive object can start a riot in Old Dunling.

This is what Lorenzo has learned from living in the old Dunling all these years, in the steam pipes, random explosions will bring up a heavy mist, and this mist can help Lorenzo sneak.

This will get the attention of the guards, and they just need to get the report before they finish dealing with the pipes.

Stepping into the lobby of the hospital casually, he didn't have the slightest sense that he was here to steal something.

Successfully lured the guards away and infiltrated the hospital...... Walk in openly.

But the question is, where is that important report?

The white figure stepped into his field of vision, and Lorenzo quickly had an idea.

Lorenzo adjusted his mood, squeezing a few tears out of his gray-blue eyes, and he waved at a nurse with a sad face.

"My nephew was killed in the downtown area today, and the guard said let me come to see the autopsy report in the afternoon, where is it?"

The eyes were sincere and sad, as if Lorenzo really had a nephew.

The nurse first expressed sympathy for Lorenzo's plight, and then told him that the police officers in the Suaran Hall should have given it to him, but perhaps moved by Lorenzo's sincere feelings, the nurse made an exception and told his director's office, although she could not get the report, but she could find out the specific cause of her nephew's death.

So a few minutes later, the middle-aged balding director sat honestly in his chair, and across from him sat Lorenzo.

Though he wanted to scream at the uninvited guest, the richly decorated Winchester was now on his shiny head, and for whatever reason, he could only try to keep his composure.

"That's the autopsy report you wanted, okay?"

Handing the papers to Lorenzo, his smooth forehead dripping with cold sweat.

"Is there a copy?"

After flipping through a few pages, Lorenzo asked without looking up.

"No, no!"

It looked like this thing was important to him, and the director quickly replied.

"Really...... Can you make another copy?"

A strange request.

"It should be okay to ask those forensic doctors to write another report, and then give that report to the Sualan Hall, and finally don't mention all this to anyone, can you do it?"

Although Wall was a stranger who didn't deserve to be mentioned, and no one cared whether he lived or died, if the autopsy report was lost or some other reason caught the attention of the Sualan Hall, it would undoubtedly cause Lorenzo a lot of trouble.

Lorenzo's eyes were cold, like a cold-blooded killer.

"Director Buscarlo, you live at 147 Hammering Street in the outer city......"

Scanning the envelope of papers on the table, thoughts racing through Lorenzo's mind, and on the other side of him, Buscalo felt a faint sense of great fear.

"You're not wearing a ring...... I guess your wife divorced you, right, she took your son?"

Like a master of reasoning, Lorenzo's gaze swept back and forth, gathering all the clues he could see, and in his eyes Buscalo was almost transparent.

His heart was beating violently, and this invisible word made him feel even more frightened and cold, much more gentle than the shotgun that was on his head at this moment.

"She left you a daughter, and you doted on your daughter, and she loved to eat sugar...... Right?"

Lorenzo proudly swung the final hammer.

Hearing this, Buscarlo's psychological defense was completely broken, he couldn't understand why the man in front of him knew all this so clearly, his hands couldn't stop trembling, he might have had some other thoughts before, but when it came to his daughter, he collapsed.

......

Lorenzo walked out of Buscarlo's office laden with booty, believing that the middle-aged man would be a good father.

Seeing the figure on the other side of the hallway, he smiled.

"Thank you so much, nurse, Director Buscarlo promised to help me properly examine my nephew's body, and the murderer will not continue to go unpunished. ”

It was the nurse who had shown Lorenzo the way, and as she said so closely, Lorenzo approached her, and then took out a few silver coins from his bosom and secretly handed them to her.

"Thank you even more for the address, dear Miss Nurse, Director Buscarlo is looking forward to my gift to him. ”

So Lorenzo strode away under the smiling gaze of the nurse.

There is no astonishing reasoning, it is all just premeditated.

Lorenzo is a second-rate detective, a violent detective with no morals, but in a sense he is also a genius, a genius liar who can manipulate everything he can use.

Maybe he doesn't have superhuman reasoning, but he's a hero in this impromptu crime.

There is only a thin line between a genius detective and a genius criminal, and this line may be called principle, or conscience or something, but it is clear that Lorenzo does not have such a thing, and he jumps back and forth between the two.

Pushing open the iron door, the temperature was significantly lower.

This is the morgue, and not many people come to this chilling place, so Lorenzo easily came here.

He had the report in his arms, but Wall's strange pre-death state had forced Lorenzo to look at it for himself, like a ghost in a dream, he remembered 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 cabinet and dragged it directly to the ground, Lorenzo crouched to the side and looked at the man he had killed not long ago.

There were several more cuts in the corpse, and Lorenzo opened them with a single blow, revealing the entrails underneath.

On the way here, he briefly glanced at the report, according to the autopsy of the forensic doctors, there were some problems with Wall's bones and internal organs, but he didn't look at it in detail.

There was a twisted and disgusting scene inside, and I don't know if the group of forensic doctors threw up when they got here.

The internal organs were completely twisted together, the dark red clot wrapped them together like pectin, and the intestines began to shrink, obviously much shorter than normal, as if a part of the intestines had been surgically removed, but there were no signs of surgery.

There is also a lot less fat than normal people, which is used to store energy and keep warm, but it is clear that this Viking has an amazingly low fat rate.

It shouldn't be like this.

The place where the Vikings live is cold to death, and Wall's physique will freeze to death directly, instead of living until now.

There are stones in the body, most of which are distributed on the surface and joints of the skin, this thing is very hard, obviously it is a clot of crystalline substance and flesh and blood, but it is like armor, it is this thing that protects Wall, so Lorenzo's first shotgun failed to completely kill him.

Lorenzo's brows were pressed together, which reminded him of something bad.

Picking up a chair beside him, he sat down on it and took out his cigarette case again, and after careful consideration he took out one, and after the fire, the smoke of intoxication slowly rose, and the lights in the morgue were extinguished one by one, and at last only the only light on the cigarette butt remained.