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Episode 208 This… … [5]
“What the hell is this!”
The police… … .
In this day and age, the police are just gangsters, not police officers.
I wondered why, and it turns out that guards have been like that since the Middle Ages.
Since it was obvious that he was receiving money from the lord, his real job was to extort from the common people and it was a tip… … .
Although it was not completely carried over, the current police force was very tolerant of even the most heinous acts.
Among them, someone who had climbed this high would have seen, heard, and experienced something, so it would be even more surprising, but such a person was very surprised.
It was a worthy cause.
“I need to know what I ate!”
“But why the knife? Why the clothes… … ?”
“Haha, this is it. It’s all because of the flat surface.”
“Piyoung… …? Does Dr. Piyoung have a hobby like this?”
The policeman who had been looking at me with surprised rabbit eyes now turned to look at me.
It was unfair.
What am I…?
When did I… …?
“Wasn’t that the case back then? Cutting open the stomach and the belly. ‘This body must have eaten eel jelly before it died.’”
"ah."
I see.
Did I do that?
But that was a really academic attitude.
Never like that… … .
He didn't look like a mad scientist.
“So, if you want to know what this unfortunate friend ate before he died.”
“Aha… … So I just have to cut open the stomach and look inside?”
"yes."
“Do it quickly.”
Anyway, the police, who had understood the reason, instead of trying to stop him, started encouraging him to cut open the body's stomach.
Consent of the bereaved family?
There was no such thing.
maybe…….
'He's French, so it's fortunate that he doesn't throw it away over there.'
Even taking them back to France was a problem.
How should we preserve it?
Even though Sir Jamie is rich and cares for me… … .
It was clear that they would just rot away while passing through that damp sea and riding a rattling carriage.
This is something we just talk about among ourselves… … .
So I heard that sometimes they just send anything.
“Wear some gloves for a moment.”
“Gloves? Why are you wearing those?”
“Haha… … This is how ignorant you can be. Miasma comes out of a corpse.”
“Miasma?”
“There were police officers who died while handling a corpse, right? That’s all because of this.”
“Oh, then what do you mean?”
Our good Liston put on his gloves before cutting open his stomach with his sword.
In the meantime, I also joined wearing gloves.
A human body was found in a hotel room… … .
I don't like it, but if everyone agrees with it, then it's okay, right?
Besides, this arsenic murder had to be uncovered somehow.
I keep saying no, but I somehow think it's because of the arsenic.
That's why I'm wearing a mask.
It is questionable whether a simple cloth mask can block particles spread in the air… … .
'It's mental quarantine. Mental quarantine… … .'
If you recite it like a spell, wouldn't it get better?
“It’s usually okay if you wear gloves.”
“Is this the kind of glove you mean?”
“Yeah. Leather gloves can actually cause miasma to grow more there. Rubber gloves are the best.”
“Where can I buy something like this… … .”
“Don’t worry. You can buy it here.”
"aha."
In the meantime, Liston, who had been doing business, cut open his stomach with a medium-sized knife.
Ji-i-ik.
Then he paused for a moment and looked at me.
I couldn't understand English.
Because the one who just cut it was Liston himself.
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"why?"
“Do I need to disinfect it?”
“He’s already dead, so why are you disinfecting him?”
“Oh, right.”
It was because of hygiene obsession.
I am deeply moved.
My heart is pounding!
How much did I have to… … to really get this concept onto the table?
How many difficult years have I spent alone?
"where……."
“Here you go.”
“Right. Take it out and take a look.”
"yes."
Anyway, I took out the stomach of the corpse, which was now starting to rot.
Then Liston cut the top without a moment's hesitation.
There were some contents left inside.
If this were Korean food, or rather, proper food, it would probably be difficult to recognize its shape.
But British food was different.
I don't know how they cook it, but it was hard to chew, hard to digest, and had no flavor.
We need to punish all the chefs first.
“What was for dinner?”
“Ah… … lamb steak.”
“Here it is. What is this?”
“Ah… … Cucumber.”
“Oh, I see.”
A close examination of the stomach, duodenum and small intestine revealed that the unfortunate victim's last meal had been a stiff lamb steak, cucumber fish dish, eel pudding and mackerel pie.
'This guy is French… … .'
I came to England to make money and what kind of trouble is this?
I probably wasn't that happy even while eating.
When you see people eating together enjoying their meal, you must have wondered what to say.
But that wasn't enough, he died.
That too… … .
While vomiting.
“They all died even though they ate the same food.”
“Couldn’t it be natural death?”
“It’s rare for someone to vomit when they die naturally.”
“Umm… … .”
I cautiously intervened in their conversation.
Considering that one side was Liston and the other was a police officer, it was a great achievement to be able to intervene like this.
"for a moment."
“Oh, tell me.”
“Yes, Doctor Piyoung. I have heard a lot about your supernatural powers.”
The reason is a bit strange, though… … .
Anyway, I recited my thoughts.
“Arsenic poisoning causes vomiting, diarrhea… … and sweating.”
“Is that a symptom of addiction? Isn’t that part of the treatment process?”
“Yeah, okay. That’s a bit too much.”
What the fu*k.
What the heck is this?
“That… … Yes. Let’s say it’s not poisoning. Anyway, if you eat arsenic or something, doesn’t it make you vomit?”
"yes."
“This patient vomited. Wouldn’t it be reasonable to assume that it was caused by arsenic? This wallpaper, this is painted with arsenic paint.”
“Hmm, listening. Did this guy lick a wall or something?”
I thought things were going well, but then it went off in a strange direction again.
Why are you licking the wall!
Are you a pervert?
No, no.
He's French… … so that could be possible.
“Wouldn’t the powder scatter even if you don’t lick it?”
Of course, as a respectable 21st century doctor who does not blame innocent victims, I made a more rational argument.
“Powder. Arsenic powder? Hmm… … . It’s not impossible… … This has been a huge trend in France for a long time already. I said a few months, but that means it exploded, and the upper class has been around for quite some time. If this really is a powder, shouldn’t everyone die?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to keep the possibility open? As we learned while administering anesthesia, the same drug can have slightly different reactions from different people.”
“Is that so?”
Liston listened to what I said.
“Yeah. It’s different for everyone. Isn’t it amazing?”
In fact, the dosage you need to use varies depending on your size and liver detoxification ability, but for now, that is left in the realm of mystery.
I did that because I thought I would seem too mysterious if I explained all that.
It seems like they're already going around talking about supernatural powers and such…
What happens if we go further from here?
You either get branded a cult member and die, or you end up becoming a cult leader.
“I see. So this person was particularly weak to arsenic?”
“Yes.”
“Well… … I see. That was helpful. Now that we know what food he ate, we should be able to make progress with the investigation. Thank you.”
“What can I do with this? If there’s another death row inmate, send him again.”
“Yes, yes. I won’t forget you, so let me go.”
We exchanged some strange but warm greetings and returned.
It wasn't just a matter of coming and going.
"brother."
"huh."
“Arsenic, this doesn’t feel good at all.”
“Really? Actually, I felt that way a little while ago too. I felt a little dizzy when I was in that room.”
“Really? Did you do that too, hyung? I thought you were suddenly going to have stomach problems.”
“Oh, is that it… … ?”
“Anyway! I think we need to learn more about arsenic. It’s really poisonous, actually.”
“Well… … That’s right. It is used like that. But it is also used as medicine.”
Medicine, damn it.
What the heck is this… … .
Salvarsan hasn't been made yet!
I wanted to say that, but I barely held back.
lol.
They say that just looking at Liston's face makes you a better person.
“That… … So, let’s take a closer look at the process, as it could be a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding… … Misunderstanding.”
“Yes. Misunderstanding. Didn’t we reveal that the traditional view on miasma is completely wrong? Well, most people still don’t accept it… … .”
“Right, right! Now that I think about it, that’s true? Then where should I start looking into it… … .”
“Well. Literature?”
The starting point of study is, of course, books.
Isn't that obvious?
But Liston was a little different.
“Get out of that desk-bound attitude. You just said we need to get out of the traditional viewpoint, and now you’re telling us to look at old teachings or written books?”
"that……."
The saying that scholars should not read books… … .
It was strangely convincing.
Sounds plausible!
“Then what should we do?”
“Hey!”
Liston called the groom.
"yes."
“Go to the medicine shop.”
“Ah… … yes.”
Then he headed to the pharmacy.
Pharmacy… … .
It is one of the roots of all evil.
They also sell opium tincture there.
If you think about it, it's an era where there's no other medicine to use…
“Go in.”
“Oh, yes.”
Anyway, we went into the pharmacy.
I didn't even know why I went in.
I just told him to go in, so he went.
“Boss, come out!”
I went in and found out.
It's our robbery.
"yes yes?"
“Do you have any medicine made with arsenic? Bring it all out.”
“Huh? No, what… … who… … .”
“Does that matter?”
“No, it’s not!”
The president, who had seen Liston's face, quickly brought out various bottles.
“I guess this is the main thing.”
“Fowler’s solution? What does that mean?”
“It sells the best. If you eat it, it causes diarrhea, vomiting, sweating… … and eventually convulsions and a fever.”
If you have cramps after diarrhea, vomiting, or sweating… … .
Does that bring down the fever?
Is it getting cold?
In other words, it means dying.
I can't believe this kind of thing is being sold openly…
That was in the 19th century, when science was quite advanced!
“It’s a good medicine. It really does reduce fever.”
“Yes.”
“I think I should do some research on this first.”
“Uh huh.”
"why."
“No. Do your research well.”
Anyway, Liston took the medicine and got into the carriage.
Then he called the groom.
“Look here.”
"yes."
“Next, to the place that sells wallpaper.”
“Ah… … yes.”
I don't have the talent to read the coachman's mind, but… … .
Perhaps he is praying for the soul of the owner of the wallpaper store to rest in peace?
Like me.
“Boss, come out!”
“Give me all of this.”
“Okay, let’s go. Next is the clothing store.”
The problem was that as time went by, the number of people whose souls needed to be prayed for continued to increase.