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I think I had a vague idea about what stopped him. Who is Carl Freddison? You won't believe it, but it is possible that he was the forensic doctor who performed the autopsy on John's mother and probably Rita's mother and falsified the reports. Seriously? How did she realize that? And why is it only possible it should be him? Well, let's say she documented herself a bit about the subject she wants to discuss when she goes to Bibury and not to look unprofessional. Great thinking, but she's not sure that's the doctor?

"We still haven't found the head of that body yesterday. Then this happened today. Are the two of them..." Zelson interrupted Adrienne, "Adrienne, as a forensic doctor, we should only rely on the facts. We must not jump to our own conclusions without the proper investigations. Otherwise, we will easily give the wrong judgment. A forensic doctor is someone who helps the dead talk; you must remember this." Adrienne nodded. "Yes, Mr. Zelson." Compared with Zelson, Adrienne was not only young, but also lacking in experience. With him by her side, she could learn a lot of things, so Zelson had always been her idol.

I wanted to know who that man was. I pulled up the medical registry first. Frate, Anselmo. Sixty-one years old. Specialist in internal medicine with a secondary qualification in forensic pathology — which explained his presence at that meeting in a way that made something cold move through me. Forensic pathology. The science of understanding how people died. In this context, the science of understanding how to make a death look like what it wasn't. His practice was current. Still operating, unlike Marchesi. Still seeing patients, still maintaining his registration, still moving through the professional world with the uninterrupted confidence of a man who had done something irreversible seven

How come that the memory suddenly returned? Before the judge could sustain his objection, Cobberson, the defence attorney shot up to his feet. 'We have a doctor here who had examined her before we allowed her here. And these are the papers to show that she is as fit as a fiddle', he said producing some medical documents and calling on the doctor to atest to the authenticity of the documents. The doctor was a well known and respected neurosurgeon Dr. Pork Farmer. 'Doctor, are these documents, issued by you after examining Miss Nancy Jones or not?'

I asked him, trying to read his expression. “There is no way tye forensic was doctored,” he said firmly. “How can that be?” He asked, nervously. “Clay, where is it?” I strenched my hands forward and he handed the document to me. “My brother's gun didn't hit the security officer, Copper gun did. This will tell you,” I said handing him the document. “I'm sorry, Miss Aurora but we have the finest forensic analyst in the whole law enforcement department. Believe the forensic evidence wasn't doctored,” he said. I was about to speak when a middle aged looking woman stood in front of us.

And saying that Riana began tickling and soon giggles and laughter filled up the silent street. -------------------------- Mr. Anderson went to the forensic department for the result of the investigation. “So Dr. Aria, did you find anything?” “It’s a serial killing, sir. And I’m sure the killer is a Doctor.” “What do you mean?” “The killer has great knowledge about the human body that even most doctors don’t have. And not just that, the killer also gives a detailed autopsy report inside the victim's dress. It’s like his killing signature.” “GREAT, THE KILLER MADE OUR JOB EASIER AND NOW WE KNOW WHAT TO CALL HIM, DR. KILLER.” Mr. Anderson yelled in annoyance and with a little sarcasm.

"And your answer will determine whether I tear you to shreds right here and now." "Dr. Alistair Thorne at your service," He said with a cold smile and bowed. The way he introduced himself intrigued me. "What is a doctor doing in a place like this?" I asked. "I am here to document what has taken place here, take a few samples and conduct several experiments, you know, doctor things." He said and walked carefully around the torn apart corpses to get to the bar. He poured himself a drink and sat down leisurely on one of the stool. He was in no hurry and from the way he behaved, I knew that he had been around enough dead bodies to let a the corpses here bother him.

“You see, Sharp force injury forensic autopsy usually follows these procedures: carrying out a bunch of laboratory tests that include x-ray, blood test, body fluid and organ culture, and brain and tissue samples analysis. So, before we could arrive at the final results, the time of the day would have run out” “Alright, Doctor Martin. I think we should leave you to do what you know how to do best. But remember, though we may not be here all day, our eyes are on you. Please, uphold your integrity. All the best, Dr. I’ll take my leave now. While Barrister Hastings will stay a little while.” Doctor Martin nodded as he promised to produce sincere results. When George left the office, he stopped b

It was as if the killer had disappeared into the fog, leaving nothing behind but the body and a haunting symbol. Moments later, the sound of an approaching car broke through the quiet. The forensic team had arrived. Dr. Lila Chen, forensic specialist, stepped out of her vehicle. She was tall, with dark, slicked-back hair, wearing her standard black overcoat. She looked like someone who was used to seeing death, but the scene in front of her—this pristine, macabre tableau—made her pause. "Jesus," she muttered under her breath as she walked towards the body. Her gloved hands adjusted the collar of her coat, and she gave Marcus a brief nod.

Donald froze and tried to say something, but Connor interrupted, "Show me the body. We'll do the autopsy now!" Connor was the most famous forensic doctor in the city and had helped the police solve numerous major criminal investigations. It had been two days and two nights from the moment he walked in the door. My body was finally pieced together, with only my head missing. A trace of reluctance flashed across Connor's face. "The deceased is about 18-25 years old and was electrocuted before death. She has multiple fractures and several large and small knife wounds.