Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 172

Episode 172 Paris [2]

“Hmm… … I see, now that I hear what the professor says.”

“Right? Look at that cross-section. I couldn’t cut it all the way around in one go.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And if you look at the place where I stabbed you… … If you look at it this way, it may look deep, but if you look closer, it’s probably shallow.”

Professor Liston continued speaking with a truly confident air.

Usually I feel miserable when I see this kind of sight, but today was a little different.

There was truly an overflowing professional force.

If you think about it, it couldn't be helped.

This person is probably the one who has stabbed people the most in the world.

It feels a bit creepy to say this, but this was true not only in the 19th century, but also in the 21st century.

Seriously, is there anyone other than a doctor who has ever cut into a human body so often and for so long?

Even among legendary heroes, there must be many people who have personally cut down enemies with swords throughout their lives to have a high spirit… … .

Liston was processing hundreds almost every month.

“What’s going on!”

As we, the rest of us, started having a heated discussion, people dispersed around us.

What surprised me was that among the people who scattered like that, there were quite a few families who were visiting.

Even judging from their clothing and the smell they gave off, they were all upper class.

Well, the people who have enough money and leisure to come see other people's corpses are probably upper class…

ah.

The person shouting just now was someone who seemed to be a police officer or a security guard.

It's a bit shocking that these kids, who aren't even minors but at most probably going to kindergarten, stayed quiet while watching the corpse and only showed up now…

When in Rome, don't they say, do as the Romans do?

I stood before him with a look of pretended repentance.

“Oh, I’m sorry about this.”

It was only after I started arguing in English that I realized that this was France and that the French hate the British just as much as the British hate the French.

“What is this…? What is this?”

Oh, and the fact that I'm Asian.

Now that I think about it, when I was hanging out with Dr. Liston, no one dared look at me like that, and since I was always going to the same places, I didn't even realize it.

“Ah. Haha. This. These are doctors from London. They are attending this conference… … .”

“Why here?”

As the atmosphere seemed to be turning strange, the coachman hurriedly stepped forward.

Although he was British, he was a person who knew how to smile wittily, as expected of someone who had settled in Paris, France.

Anyway, the profession of a doctor was not something that seemed suspicious regardless of the era.

Surprisingly, this was also the case in the 19th century.

Even though it's a job that involves blatantly killing people…

Thanks to that, the guard asked with a slightly more relaxed expression.

“There is no place like the Morgue in London.”

“Aha. Well, I wonder if London has such advanced civilization. The British have no interest in art at all.”

“That’s right! Haha. Anyway… … Do you see that person over there among these people?”

“A bodyguard? He looks unusual.”

“Oh, no. It’s Dr. Liston… … .”

"ah!"

“Do you know?”

“I know Sword Master Liston. He is British, but I have heard he is a respectable warrior.”

"that……."

I don't know what they're saying because I haven't learned French yet, but I can tell that the atmosphere is getting better and better.

The groom's expression became rather strange, and the guard's face brightened considerably.

“Yes. It’s unmanned.”

Then suddenly he looked convinced, and I saw that expression on his face a while ago.

When is it… … .

Yeah, when we got attacked by bandits.

-Ugh! I'll give you everything I have, just give me your life!

He screamed so loudly.

In comparison, our group of doctors were indifferent.

At first glance, there were only five of them, but Liston beat up more than ten of them with his bare hands, even from a group of sailors known for their roughness.

No, with a scabbard?

Anyway, at that time, I cut off the arm of the guy who was the first to rush at me without a care in the world, and from then on, he had that expression on his face.

I think you could say it's a blank expression.

“But what is that great man saying now?”

“Ah… … I’m trying to guess who the culprit is.”

“Huh? Are you a detective?”

“Oh, no. That… … .”

The groom, at a loss, barely managed to avoid getting involved in the discussion and hovering around him, and then he noticed me and called out for help.

I was also curious about what kind of conversation they were having, so I joined in naturally.

“What did you say?”

“There’s a lot to talk about… … but to summarize, why are you trying to figure out who the culprit is?”

“Aha. Could you please translate this for me?”

"yes yes."

Yeah, that's a question that everyone would probably have.

But at least the people here shouldn't be asking such questions.

Even though I don't speak French, I can still understand what the people here are thinking when they look at that corpse.

Aren't you all playing Conan?

“Dr. Liston and I often help the police catch criminals in London.”

“Oh… … Is that true? How… … ?”

“Who can examine a wound as well as a skilled surgeon?”

“Ah… … You’re a surgeon. I only knew you as a doctor.”

“It’s an uninhabited island, but he’s more famous as a surgeon… … No, he’s not. Anyway, that’s it. Would you like to hear the story?”

“Yeah.”

As we were talking, I realized that it seemed like he was a police officer, not a security guard.

This is a person who is absolutely worth knowing.

Especially now, when the atmosphere in Paris is so chaotic, it seems even more so.

July Revolution… … .

I'm a science major, so I only learned world history superficially, but I know that after the revolution, nothing really changed or got worse, and the evil atmosphere continued.

'No, even if that's not necessarily the case… … .'

Just looking at London, the police couldn't help but be helpful.

Am I actually getting some help?

We cut off the legs of your chief's mother, Inma! If we do this, everyone will be completely shocked.

"what?"

“I think he’s a Parisian police officer… …he wants help with the mystery.”

So I took the police to Dr. Liston.

The police officer looked down as if his stomach was twitching slightly when he saw Dr. Liston right in front of him.

No one blamed him.

That's wise, not cowardly.

“Aha. Okay, I figured out a few things. It would be better if I could get inside this damn glass window.”

“Oh, they said I can go in.”

“Oh? That’s good. Let’s go in.”

"yes."

Anyway, we were able to get into the back of the Paris morgue.

The onlookers around were all looking at us with envious eyes.

Do these people realize that in the 21st century, the coroner's office will be a much-disliked department?

No, in fact, there has never been a time in human history when a profession that deals with corpses was welcomed… … .

“Here it is.”

“Ah, it smells.”

“Because it’s a closed space.”

“No, why on earth are you exhibiting something like this?”

The policeman's lips twitched for a moment at Liston's words.

Something must have touched their pride, but they didn't care.

As long as he wasn't pointing a gun at anyone, Liston was someone who could be messed with no matter what.

“Well, first of all, let’s do some deduction… … .”

“Oh, right. Well, now is not the time to be talking about the bad taste of the French.”

Liston approached the body, muttering something about bad taste.

It did smell a bit, but it wasn't anything compared to the dissection lab.

First of all, the corpse wasn't that old, so it didn't smell like rotting meat.

Although we were so far away that only Mabuya could interpret, we, who had been trained rigorously, were able to approach without hesitation.

This time, I did the same.

Since things have turned out this way, I felt compelled to do something to help.

‘You’re watching this again… … .’

If there was one thing that bothered me, it was the people on the other side of the window.

There seemed to be more people than before, and it seemed like there were hundreds rather than dozens.

“Look here, sir.”

"yes."

“If you look… … the knife didn’t go in that deep.”

Liston deftly inserted his gloved hand into the wound.

Then the incision was made, but the abdominal cavity was still not visible.

What that means is that this only cuts through the skin.

“I see?”

“Compared to that, here. Out of the four stabs, only one hit the inside… … This one of all… … .”

“You hit the aorta.”

“Yeah, that’s why he died.”

“Wait… … but this… … .”

Looking at the wound, something seemed a bit strange.

It's too vertical.

If this person was standing and someone else was standing… … .

Can this usually happen?

Even though my knowledge of forensic science is mostly what I learned as a student, I still felt that it did not make sense.

“But why?”

“It looks like you stabbed him while he was lying down?”

“While lying down?”

“Yes. All four directions are… … .”

“Oh, that’s right. Did he not resist? Or did they kill him and stab him…? That’s strange. You can’t cut off a healthy person’s limbs like that. They would have killed him and then cut him off.”

Yes, Liston's words are correct.

But it's also strange that someone would just lie there and have someone stab him four times.

Unless you're under anesthesia…

anesthesia?

“Could this have been done under anesthesia?”

“Anesthesia? Oh… … Yeah. I see. That must have been it.”

“But how can you kill someone with gas without their consent… … .”

“No, I heard that in Paris they anesthetize with ether.”

"ah……."

“These guys always do the opposite of what we do.”

ah.

I know that.

Automobiles also became popular in Britain a bit later than in France, but where did you hear that France was the first to legislate right-hand driving, so Britain started driving on the left?

Ah… … This is Britain going backwards.

what…….

Aren't both sides similar?

“Anyway, in that case… … I could have soaked it in a handkerchief and used it as an anesthetic, or mixed it in something and fed it to someone.”

“Ah… … So the culprit is someone who handles ether, or at least someone who recently bought ether?”

The police officer who was listening to the two's reasoning opened his eyes wide.

They were also trying to find out in every possible way, but at this time, the investigative methods were… … .

Isn't it just a matter of walking around and looking for witnesses?

The arrest rate for criminals was really poor.

There is a reason why people have been looking forward to a famous detective like Sherlock Holmes.

“This is a huge hint. Thank you… thank you.”

“Okay, try to catch it. Let me know when you catch it.”

“Why, why?”

“Just look at my face. Why not?”

“No… … No. I’ll show you first.”

Anyway, the police ran outside with a look on their face like they were finally going to catch him.

Only then did the coachman let out the breath he had been holding and speak.

“Please go. I came to the wrong place… … .”