Chapter 849: Hancheng Strategy (3)

Jack and Clay, wearing full protective suits, goggles and breathing masks, walked into the morgue.

Compared with corpses that have been dead for a long time, are severely decayed, or even turned into skeletons, this state close to gigantism is more of a test of a person's psychological endurance.

Jessica Townsend, lying on the dissecting table, could no longer be associated with the charming blonde beauty in the previous surveillance video.

Dark purple corpse spots and dirty green networks of corrupted veins were scattered all over his body. Countless knife cuts on his unrecognizable face had caused the skin and flesh to be turned up, revealing the discolored muscles and fascia underneath. The white bones in his lower jaw were clearly visible.

In fact, compared to how it looked when it was just discovered, the body that has been dissected by the forensic doctor is no longer that scary. The body fluids have been basically washed away, the corrupt gases in the body have all been released, and it has been frozen at low temperatures.

Jack held the autopsy report provided by the Korean Medical Examination Office and waited silently for Clay to finish the examination. "Tell me your conclusion. What is the cause of death?"

Even through the breathing mask, there was still a faint smell of corpse lingering in the nostrils.

Clay could be considered a veteran on the battlefield who had killed countless people, but when faced with a rotting corpse that had been covered in a plastic bag for more than three days in temperatures of 20 to 30 degrees Celsius, the instinct that was born into human genes still made his throat keep swallowing.

"If you can't stand it, you can leave first. Don't spit in the mask, it will give you nightmares at night."

Seeing that Clay was unable to answer for a long time, Jack knew that he had almost reached his limit of holding on. He patted his shoulder and asked him to leave first, and he completed the rest of the inspection work himself.

After leaving the morgue and completing the cleaning work and taking off his protective gear, he carefully washed himself three times before coming to the corridor.

Clay leaned against the wall of the corridor with his head down. The color on his face had not yet fully recovered. When he saw Jack coming out, there was a hint of anger in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "The wound on her face was caused before she died, right?"

The most typical difference between injuries sustained during life and injuries sustained after death is the shape of the wound. The wound formed by the wound tissue during life will be very obviously split and everted, and the edges will be slightly curled. Even if the corpse is already severely decomposed, it can still be seen by careful observation.

"Well, the cause of death was blood loss, and the killer finally cut her throat," Jack nodded, he couldn't be more satisfied with his performance.

Clay took the cooling oil handed to him by Jack and applied it on his temples and philtrum, imitating him. He immediately felt refreshed and his complexion visibly recovered, but then he showed a puzzled expression.

"But I didn't find any signs of limbs being bound, and there were no bruises or broken skin on the wrists and ankles."

"A large dose of anesthetic." Jack pointed to his left shoulder. "There is a needle hole here. The technique is clean and neat, which means the murderer injected her after subduing her."

"So the murderer is likely a strong man, in which case the prosecutor may be right, and we should really focus on the white people who were in the nightclub before."

Although he said so, there was a questioning tone in Clay's tone, and it was obvious that he was not completely sure.

"Maybe, but the white man in the surveillance video was too impulsive, and..." At this point, Jack subconsciously looked back in the direction of the morgue.

".Don't you think that even if it was disfigurement, the scars on the deceased's face were too many? If it was an impulsive crime, it was out of anger at the deceased's beauty."

Jack made a motion of banging his head against the wall. "Smashing the face is obviously more satisfying than cutting it piece by piece. Besides, the deceased was given anesthesia and can hardly feel the pain. Compared with physical torture, this method is more psychological."

Imagining himself in a semi-anesthetized state, watching a knife cutting his face, Clay's cheeks couldn't help but twitch.

"So you're still leaning toward the possibility that this might be a serial killer?"

Anyway, the cases he encountered would not be simple (which would make the readers very dissatisfied), Jack knew it in his heart.

"The murderer's method of torture was very strange. Many of the scars were symmetrically distributed, such as the corners of the eyes and the sides of the cheeks. Unfortunately, the temperature here in September is still not low, and the plastic bag has aggravated the decay and swelling of the body. Many details can no longer be judged.

If Dr. Temperley Brainerd and her team were here, they might have a solution, like boiling the bones to observe the knife marks. In short, the process of disfigurement must have taken a long time, and it is not something a mentally normal person would do. "

As they were talking, the two had already walked out of the police medical examination room. Feeling the warm sunshine on their bodies, which dispelled the chill, Clay shivered involuntarily, feeling as if he had returned to the human world again.

"Or maybe Jessica Townsend is just unlucky and has a psychopathic ex-boyfriend."

Seeing that he had almost recovered, Jack threw the car keys to him and said, "So we should go to where she works and ask around."

Unlike what Jack expected, the so-called "Land of the Dawn" did not have any religious elements. It was simply an agency that provided work visas and introduced jobs such as English teachers to Americans who wanted to travel but were short of money.

Similar to what he had seen in his previous life in China, learning English in South Korea is also seen as one of the prerequisites for getting a good job, and private English training institutions like "New Oriental" are everywhere here.

Young Americans like Jessica Townsend, who hope to bid farewell to their student days by traveling around the world, are their main source of teachers.

The person who received the two FBI agents was the head of the agency in Seoul, a Korean woman in her 40s or 50s with a high-tech look on her face. She reminded Jack of the South Korean president who had just taken office, uh... his wife, who was a hostess.

The Korean woman who claimed that her last name was Thomas after her husband saw two handsome men coming to her house. She smiled so hard that her already stiff cheeks almost burst with hyaluronic acid.

"Sorry, Mrs. Thomas, we are from the FBI, not here to apply for a job." Jack took out his FBI ID and explained his purpose.

The Korean lady who called herself Mrs. Thomas was surprised. "Oh, sorry, I thought I was sorry. Wait, the FBI you mentioned, is it the American FBI?"

Jack looked helpless, "Yes, that's right, it's the FBI in the United States. We are here to investigate the murder of Miss Jessica Townsend."

"Oh, okay, I know about this, it's a pity, but I promise that her death has nothing to do with our agency." Mrs. Thomas did not expect the FBI to appear here, and there was a bit of panic in her eyes.

"So, I understand you to mean that you are willing to provide guarantees for all employees working under your organization?"

Jack deliberately put on a stern face to scare the other party, but there was no other way. It was too troublesome to apply for a search warrant through South Korea. Since the other party was engaged in transnational intermediary business, it would be much simpler to bluff them with the name of the FBI.