Chapter 849: Hancheng Strategy (Part 3)

Wearing full protective clothing, goggles and breathing masks, Jack and Clay walked into the morgue.

Compared with corpses that have been dead for a long time, are severely decayed or even turned into bones, this kind of near-giant state in front of you will test a person's psychological endurance even more.

Jessica Townsend was lying on the autopsy table. It was no longer possible to connect her with the voluptuous blonde beauty in the previous surveillance video.

Dark purple-red corpse spots and dirty green veins of corruption spread all over the body. Countless incisions on the unrecognizable face caused the skin and flesh to turn up, revealing the discolored muscles and fascia underneath. The white bones at the lower jaw were clearly visible.

In fact, compared to the appearance when it was first discovered, the corpse that has been dissected by the forensic doctor is no longer so scary. The corpse fluid has been basically washed away, all the putrefactive gases in the body have been released, and it has been cryogenically frozen.

Jack held the autopsy report provided by the Korean Medical Examination Office. He said nothing and waited quietly for Clay to finish the examination. "Tell me your judgment. What is the cause of death?"

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

Clay can also be said to be a battlefield veteran who kills many people, but when faced with a rotting corpse that has been covered in a plastic bag for more than three days in temperatures between 20 and 30 degrees Celsius, human beings are born with instincts engraved in their genes. Still letting his larynx keep making swallowing movements.

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

Seeing that Clay didn't answer for a long time, Jack knew that he had almost reached the limit of how far he could hold on, so he patted his shoulder and asked him to leave first, and completed the rest of the inspection work by himself.

After leaving the morgue, he took off his protective equipment after completing the cleaning work. He washed himself carefully three times before entering the corridor.

Clay lowered his head and leaned against the corridor wall. 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 and he asked in a deep voice, "The injuries on her face were caused before she died. Is that right?" ?"

The typical difference between pre-mortem injuries and post-mortem injuries is the shape of the wound. The degree of cracking and eversion of the wound formed by the pre-mortem wound tissue is very obvious, and the edges will be slightly curled. Even if the corpse is severely decomposed, it can still be seen through careful observation.

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

Clay took the cooling oil from Jack and followed his example and applied it on his temples and chin. His energy suddenly lifted, his complexion visibly recovered, and he immediately showed a puzzled expression.

"But I just didn't find any signs that the limbs were restrained. 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, and the technique is clean and neat, indicating that the murderer injected it after subduing her."

"So the murderer is likely to be a well-built man. In this case, the prosecutor may be right. We should really focus on the white people who appeared in the nightclub before."

Although he said that, Clay's tone contained a hint of inquiry, and it was obvious that he was not very sure.

"Maybe, but the white male in the surveillance 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 is disfigurement, the injuries on the face of the deceased are too much. If it is an impulsive crime, venting anger out of dissatisfaction with the beauty of the deceased."

Jack made a motion of pressing his head and smashing the wall. "Smashing the face is obviously more relaxing than cutting it with a knife. Besides, the deceased was given anesthesia and could hardly feel the pain. Compared with physical torture, this method It’s more psychological.”

After imagining that he was in a semi-anesthetized state and watched helplessly as a knife sliced ​​his face, Clay's cheeks couldn't help but twitch.

"So you still think this might be a serial killer?"

Anyway, the cases he encounters will not be simple (the reader will be very dissatisfied), and Jack has already understood this in his heart.

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

If Dr. Temple Breonna and her team were here, they might be able to do something, such as boiling the bones and observing the knife marks on them. In short, the disfigurement process must have taken a long time. This is not a normal person. Things that can be done. "

While the two were talking, they had already walked out of the police medical examination office. Feeling the warm sunshine shining on their bodies to dispel the chill, Clay shivered involuntarily, feeling a bit like 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, "So now we should go to the place where she works to find out."

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

Similar to what he saw in his previous life in China, learning English is also considered a prerequisite for getting a good job in Korea. Private English training institutions like "New Oriental" are everywhere here.

And young Americans like Jessica Townsend who hope to use a global trip as a commemoration of their farewell to their student days are their main source of teachers.

The person who received the two FBI agents was the head of this agency in Seoul, a Korean aunt in her forties and fifties with a high-tech face. She inexplicably reminded Jack of the Korean president who had just taken office. Uh... his wife who was a hostess.

The Korean aunt, who claimed to have taken her husband's surname Thomas, saw two handsome men coming to her door, and her originally stiff cheeks almost burst with hyaluronic acid.

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

The Korean lady who called herself Mrs. Thomas was surprised. "Oh, sorry, I thought sorry. Wait, you mean the FBI in the United States?"

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

"Oh, ok, I know about this. It's a pity, but I promise that her death has nothing to do with our agency." Mrs. Thomas didn't expect the FBI to appear here, and her eyes were inevitably a little more flustered.

"So, I can understand your meaning as, are you willing to provide guarantees for all employees working under your agency?"

Jack deliberately frowned to scare the other party. There was no other way. It was too troublesome to apply for a search warrant through the Korean side. Since the other party was engaged in a cross-border intermediary business, it would be much easier to bluff the other party with the name of the FBI.