Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 363

Episode 363 Poisoning [3]

The misconception that it was witchcraft was quickly dispelled.

I didn't really like the reason.

-Is there another sorcerer like Tiepyeong in the world?

-That too… …I guess that’s true.

Liston agreed vehemently with the director's words.

It was the same for other people.

I did say something like, "If there had been another guy like me, history would have been different," but anyway, the theory of sorcerers disappeared into the back alleys of history.

Fortunately… …the problem was that there was no alternative.

“Isn’t this really a coincidence?”

We were sitting in a cool basement.

Among them, the first one to speak was Liston.

His expression was too relaxed for a situation where there was a corpse lying behind him, and a corpse that was dug up here and there.

“I guess we can’t rule out the possibility that it was a coincidence. But the position of Chief of the London Metropolitan Police isn’t that easy. You might not know this, but… that guy was a pretty famous detective.”

The one who heard those words was the director.

It couldn't be helped since it was a suppressor exclusive to Liston.

“I think so too. It’s too coincidental to be a coincidence.”

Blundell, encouraged by the director's words, also spoke up.

Liston glared at him for a moment, but weren't the two close friends to begin with?

Now that I have been to the US as well, it is difficult to subdue him with just the mild murderous intent he displayed just now.

Above all, Blundell was extremely confident that this was London and that there was a functioning judiciary.

Nevertheless, Blundell continued speaking, although he did lean back slightly in his chair.

“First, how about we find out more commonalities among the victims? I heard they all had the same cause of death… Didn’t I once become obsessed with this cause of death? In fact, this is the strangest thing.”

Fortunately, Liston showed interest rather than being offended by Blundell's words.

Not that it wasn't, because Blundell was once London's greatest death judge.

Now, I'm going out and doing everything because of the stethoscope I made…

I don't know for sure, but the number of people buried alive would have increased rather than decreased because of these guys who rush in with these flimsy things.

'Brundel was the one who wandered around looking for corpses in an attempt to avoid being buried alive in a time when there were no stethoscopes.'

Compared to those fools, Blundell's opinion is much more valuable.

Considering that we were also among those fools, I thought it would be better to keep our mouths shut and listen.

It seemed as if others were thinking the same thing as I, as Blundell continued speaking in silence.

“Natural death isn’t that easy. People just dying… is that a common thing? Old people might get pneumonia or something. Or they might suddenly bang their chests and die… or suffocate.”

As expected, observation is powerful.

Even though we live in an age where we can't help but know nothing, I've seen people die with their chests pounding.

That is a heart attack, or myocardial infarction… … .

If there's anyone who died like that later, I'll have to bring them in and show them that they had a blocked heart vessel.

Then our medicine will advance once again.

That also means more people will come back to life.

Haha.

“Phew… Don’t laugh when I’m talking about death. It’s scary.”

“Oh, that’s not it.”

“No. Anyway, if you listen to the story, they all died lying down as if they were sleeping. That’s why other police officers say it wasn’t poisoning, but in my opinion, the strangest thing is that they all died like that. Of the bodies I’ve seen, there weren’t many that died like that. Especially rich people, it’s because they’re obsessed with life.”

I wanted to clear my name, but it wasn't easy because I felt inspired by Blundell's subsequent words.

No, it wouldn't have been possible if there was nothing.

My image is already wrong.

Well, what's the use of regretting it now that I've decided to use the sorcerer image myself?

If so, it would be more important to get something from this inspiration.

'The reason rich people go through terrible things… is probably not because of obsession, but because of the doctor.'

Even though it's been over a year since I started working in earnest, it's still like that.

Doctors in this era… … .

Even the people in this room are people who I don't know what they'd do when I'm not around.

It's a really outrageous way to kill someone.

There are dozens of them that come to mind.

“I wish I could see more complete bodies, but I guess that’s not possible. Let’s see if we can find some common ground, at least on paper.”

“Wait, wait.”

Even while I was thinking that, the conversation continued.

It would have continued if it weren't for Liston's mess at the end.

Anyway, since Liston waved his hand, shouldn't we listen to him?

Everyone waited for him to speak, as this was something that even the director, who was the restraint, thought he could do nothing about.

“Isn’t the most important thing to capture the scene where the criminal committed the crime?”

“Ah…… That’s right.”

“That’s right, that’s right.”

Everyone nodded because it was surprisingly useful advice.

I had the same thought and was nodding along, when suddenly this thought occurred to me.

'Capturing the scene… doesn't that mean another person will die?'

This may be an idea that cannot be understood by 21st century common sense.

You might be thinking, 'Why would someone think that?'

But this is the 19th century.

Fortunately, I was no longer a weakling from the 21st century, so I was able to immediately refute Liston's argument.

“Shouldn’t we be preventing crimes rather than capturing them?”

“Haha. That’s a good point. But then you can’t prove a crime, right?”

“No, that doesn’t mean…….”

“Don’t worry. There’s only one person in danger right now.”

“One…right? Maybe?”

That's probably the case since there's only one remaining shareholder.

As I was nodding my head in agreement, Liston continued.

“We still don’t know how he killed the person. But judging by the presence of trauma, it’s unlikely to have been violent.”

“That seems likely.”

I also followed Liston and looked back at the body.

Even though the body was in a horrible state… … .

It was the director and us who made it happen, not the culprit.

'What on earth did you do?'

Liston continued, his voice growing ever more curious.

“They say it’s not poison, but… I think differently. It’s more likely a new type of poison.”

“But there were also corpses that had nothing coming out of their stomachs.”

The director objected to that, but Liston shook his head.

“There’s no rule that says you have to feed them poison, right? And if you feed them like water, there’s no way around it.”

“That may be possible. But the dead people aren’t stupid or retarded. Do you think they would have just eaten what the suspect gave them if they knew they were going to die?”

“There must be an accomplice. How naive.”

“Accomplices… The police thought about that too. But think about it with common sense. All the dead people are people who fart. I heard that when the two people died, they didn’t even eat outside… Surely this guy doesn’t think that all the dead people had accomplices in their homes?”

Even so, it was of little use.

The only restraint, the director, mercilessly tackled Liston's weak logic.

What did I do?

Actually, since I don't know much about anything other than medicine, I was just listening.

When Liston continued speaking, I would say, "Ah, I see," but when Blundell spoke, I would say, "Ah, I see," and when the director spoke, I would say, "Ah."

You might criticize me for being stubborn, but it's not right for scholars to be too stubborn.

Because the knowledge I consider to be truth today could become trash tomorrow.

“Um… Do I really have to eat it?”

“Then how do you use poison?”

“In Joseon, they even spray poison……”

“Is there such a poison?”

Then the ball came to me.

We were talking about Joseon, but unfortunately, it was something I knew nothing about.

"yes?"

“You should study your roots and such. How are you going to meet your ancestors later? Surely you’re not going to do this without offering ancestral rites?”

“What are you talking about?”

“There is such a thing. It is something that ignorant idiots don’t know.”

“I don’t understand, but that’s really annoying.”

I guess I didn't have any high expectations so I just passed it by.

Similar times continued after that.

The point was that it was just a series of conversations that seemed to have some meaning, but if you think about it a little more deeply, they are all meaningless.

"I……."

Just when we were starting to get bored and tired from the aftereffects, our smart-aleck John Snow raised his hand.

When I turned my head, I saw that he was holding the documents he had received from the police.

Since I had seen the documents and Blundell had seen them too, I didn't think anything new would have come out of it.

But isn't that guy a master of epidemiological investigation?

“Oh, tell me.”

I think I'm the only one who still admits it, but my admission is incredibly important in London at the moment.

Who would dare to ignore the words of me, a sorcerer and soul stealer of Joseon?

Naturally, everyone listened to Jon Snow.

Even though he was the youngest and lowest ranked in the group, that wasn't a problem.

“Look at these people, they all have diabetes.”

“Oh, I saw that.”

“Isn’t it a rich person’s disease? It’s only natural.”

“Then do you all go to our hospital?”

Although he was rambling on and on, Jon Snow himself was a man of strong convictions, so he was able to continue speaking without wavering.

“No, they are not going to the hospital…they are receiving house calls.”

“Wang Jin…? Our hospital doesn’t do that kind of thing?”

“Are they stone-throwers?”

“That’s strange. I don’t think rich people would get treated carelessly…? And there was no mention of a royal visit there?”

Moreover, since the content was interesting, instead of just adding comments, I was just reacting.

John Snow continued talking, grinning as if he had expected something like this.

“I’ve never seen these people in our hospital. Except for the suspect… who they’re supporting. Isn’t that the same for the other professors?”

“Hmm. Now that I think about it……”

“Can you really call him Wang Jin then?”

“Look at the name of the doctor who treated you here.”

“Huh? Paracelsus?”

“Who is this? No, is this person’s name correct?”

Our little brat's speaking skills were quite excellent.

It seemed like he was looking at me a little bit.

'No way… … Are you also a Kura Master?'

In fact, it was an essential virtue to become an excellent doctor.

“Isn’t it something like this? Listen.”

We began to listen in earnest to Jon Snow's account, who seemed to have that virtue in abundance.