Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 362

Episode 362 Poisoning [2]

“Will that be confiscated?”

"huh?"

“That guy’s stocks and stuff. I was wondering if they could be confiscated.”

“That… isn’t our problem to judge… but since it’s profiteering from a crime, I don’t think they’ll just leave it alone. Of course, the law is so complicated that I don’t know much about it.”

The chief shook his head as he spoke of the law.

It seemed to the police that there were problems with the current London judicial system.

Actually, it would be stranger if that were not the case.

why?

There are more than one or two problems.

In our country too… … who said that?

Didn't you say that the innocent are the guilty?

This is real.

“But to do anything, we first have to find out that he’s the culprit. The problem is… we don’t even know how the people who are dead now were killed.”

If they are caught, no one knows what will happen.

That's true, really.

But to get anything done, I had to catch him like the chief said.

To do that, we'll have to find evidence… … .

“Oh my.”

“Sigh? Sigh?”

“It came out without me knowing.”

“That’s it. We have no idea on our side. Even though there is clear evidence based on the circumstances.”

The department head's feelings were exactly my feelings.

No, even the police officers behind them didn't just sigh, their expressions weren't all that good.

Among them, one person who seemed quite capable, who had made his own inference when we caught our chef before, raised his hand.

“But there really is no evidence. First of all, there is no trace of trauma.”

“Isn’t it true that killing someone in this world doesn’t always require external force?”

“That’s true. There is such a thing as poisoning.”

“Yeah, poisoning. Now that I think about it, how did that thing go?”

“They performed an autopsy, but… they said there were no traces.”

“Isn’t that what the stone-thrower did?”

“First of all… these two were treated at the hospital.”

"hmm."

The chief, who had unintentionally turned into Talullah, closed his mouth for a moment.

But surprisingly, there was no significant damage to Nana Liston.

Blundell and all the other disciples were like that too.

why?

That's because we believe that a hospital without us is not really our hospital.

The words may be a bit strange and hard to understand, but to put it simply, we are the ones who are superior, not our hospital.

“What was your opinion?”

That thought allowed me to just calmly ask the question.

The detective answered calmly and shamelessly, as if he had not said it himself.

“Well… I just watched from the side. But it definitely wasn’t poisoning by arsenic or any kind of toxin. There wasn’t a lot of bleeding either… The inside of the organs were just clean.”

“It’s clean…….”

There was no need to ask how you judge that.

This gentleman is one of the people who officially supplies us with the bodies that come out of the police station.

That means he is a person who is constantly going in and out of the autopsy room.

Even during my public dissection performance, I requested a VIP seat and came to the front row to watch.

This means that he is a person who knows the inside of the body quite well.

“Who did the autopsy?”

“This is the director.”

“Ah…… Our director…… Then I think it must have been pretty accurate……”

Besides, the director did it.

Our director… … .

He's quite a smart guy, isn't he?

In some ways, it could be seen as a monster created by capitalism… … .

When I see the logic that guy uses to push me, I can see that he understands everything.

He's becoming a pretty good doctor, even if he's not quite at Liston's level.

Even when it came to anatomy, there was nothing to say.

Before the center was separated, I used to come and see almost every autopsy.

Of course, knowing anatomy well doesn't necessarily mean that your autopsy skills will improve…

'There's nothing special about an autopsy in this day and age anyway.'

You can think of it as meaning something like examining the body more closely.

If it's a particularly characteristic poison, it might be possible to figure that out, but if it's a unique poison, it'll be difficult.

of course…….

“I checked all the food and stuff around me…… but nothing came out. I also checked the food in my stomach, but nothing…….”

If you do that kind of research, you can get a general idea of things like that.

Well, if there were a thorough criminal like someone from Kindaichi or Conan, then that would be another matter, but it is true that the level of crime was somewhat low because it was before higher education became widespread.

Most of these crimes go unsolved or are not considered crimes in the first place… … .

The dead are of high rank.

“Besides, even if you listen to the witnesses’ testimonies… there was nothing strange at all.”

This means that we should not simply ignore it just because we live in an era without CCTV.

I don't know about poor people, but rich people almost always have biometric CCTV cameras nearby.

It might be different if you're in a room at night, but even so, there are people somewhere in the hallway or lobby.

This is possible because the gap between rich and poor at this time is truly unimaginable.

In particular, the salaries of the mansion employees are absurdly low.

But the reason it's popular is because it's a job that allows you to leave the slums and work safely within safe walls without going hungry.

“Ugh.”

“Are you sighing again?”

“Isn’t it frustrating when there’s no evidence? Me too…… This person is suspicious. But what’s the point of being suspicious? There’s no evidence. To put it bluntly, he’s not someone we can just arrest.”

“That’s why you didn’t invite both of them.”

“No…… no matter how much these two are…….”

“Oh, be careful what you say. Sir Liston is a swordsman and Sir Tiefy Young is a sorcerer.”

In the past, I might have been a little dissatisfied with those words.

How dare you call me, a proud surgeon, professor, and medical doctor of the 21st century Republic of Korea, a sorcerer… …?

But now I think it's actually good.

I don't listen to doctors, but strangely, I listen to shamans.

“Okay. Let’s take a look at the body first.”

“Okay. But when did he die?”

“Yesterday, no, maybe the day before yesterday.”

What… … Are you writing a novel?

Albert Camus?

Are you a stranger?

Liston and I stared at the chief in bewilderment.

It was an unimaginable disrespect in the past, but it's okay now.

At least there's no one to catch me.

“Yeah. I was so out of it… But will it be okay then?”

“It won’t be okay.”

“But I still have to see it.”

Liston and I looked at each other and shrugged.

It probably wouldn't have been much of a gain.

In two days… … .

It's about time corruption started to creep in.

I don't know if it would work if you refrigerate it, but would that work?

The only hope is that an autopsy has already been performed on the body.

'It's not much different from a 21st century autopsy.'

The autopsy at this time was… … .

From a guardian's perspective, it's really something to be reluctant about.

Why?

First, take out the organs inside.

Well, even in the 21st century, autopsies are sometimes like that… … .

But it won't be like this.

'In a situation where there are no organs, corruption is inevitably delayed.'

Anyway, don't skin and muscles last quite a long time compared to organs?

The director must have messed around with it, but his skills aren't that bad, so he probably didn't ruin it.

As I was thinking about that, I suddenly found myself in the hospital.

The director was also there, as if he had been contacted in advance.

“Welcome! Haha. I’ve been waiting for this for ages!”

“Is something good happening?”

“No, only bad things happen.”

“But what is so good about laughing?”

“You guys will solve it! Haha.”

I didn't feel particularly happy.

No, it was welcome at first, but it gradually died down.

There are only bad things.

If it's London… … .

If you're going to call this a bad thing, it's not a joke.

“Let’s look at this first.”

“Is this a bad thing too?”

“Huh? This isn’t our job, is it? This is interesting. I think you’ll think so too.”

“Well… well. I guess that’s true.”

Look at me.

Look at me.

It's been so long since I came to London that I feel like my mind is completely polluted…

When a person died, I thought it was more of an interesting thing than a bad thing, really.

“Here you go.”

"oh."

At the moment I was about to reflect, a corpse came into view.

I said it without realizing it.

The condition of the body was much better than I expected.

“This… how?”

“Isn’t it cool in here? And it’s not humid. I found this space by chance while I was organizing the warehouse. If I ever need to store a body for a short time in the future, I’ll do it here. There are no mice, for now.”

“Ugh.”

If it's a hospital, it shouldn't be there, but it's a bit strange that the clue 'as of yet' is added after that.

But for now, a clean body is what's important.

If we don't hurry and check it now, it might rot, so I, Liston, and even Blundell and his disciples, who may or may not be of much help, all got involved.

Perhaps because the children were so good at anatomy, they didn't seem to show any particular aversion to the fact that the condition was quite gruesome.

“What about trauma?”

“There was none at all. I looked really carefully, but there was none at all.”

The director also arrived late and stood at the head of the body.

Then he answered my questions sincerely.

Since all of his organs had been removed, there was nothing he could do about it other than ask questions, so he had to keep his mouth shut for a while.

Of course, that doesn't mean I was just standing there doing nothing, I was also examining various parts of my body.

Even though it was clean, it was difficult to identify the slope because the rash had already occurred.

It was similar elsewhere.

“Hmm…….”

“I told you there weren’t any. There were no knife marks or strangulation marks at all.”

Then, when I looked into the stomach skin that was split in half, I was able to find something there.

So I looked at him for an explanation, and the director spoke straight away without any embarrassment.

“This person has diabetes.”

"ah……."

It turned out that all these stab wounds were actually injection marks.

I'm trying to make the syringes a little smaller, but…

Even so, it wasn't of much use.

Many people are in pain.

Even if the needle width increases by a few millimeters, it is much more significant than you might think from the point of view of the person receiving the injection.

I tried stabbing it once, and I thought I was committing seppuku.

It's a knife, this is it.

“Then there really isn’t any trauma? Does it look that way to you too, hyung?”

But first, I had to hear the opinion of trauma expert Liston.

People who have been beaten a lot tend to be better at seeing wounds.

But the answer was very disappointing.

Liston was also sighing.

“Yeah. There isn’t. Definitely… It might be confusing because it’s red here, but I don’t see any.”

“Is it really natural death? Is it completely nonexistent?”

“I’m the one who wants to ask you this.”

"yes?"

“Don’t you do this kind of thing sometimes?”

“What?”

"curse."

"ah."

Since there was no trauma, the arrow returned to me.

You could say it's the sorcerer's karma.