Junko Furuta Autopsy Novels & Stories

"—'a monster wearing a man's face.' She died in the institution two years later. Never recovered." "Jesus." "Tokyo. 2015. Dr. Yuki Tanaka." Another photo. Another beautiful, strong woman. "Surgeon. Brilliant. Had an affair with Kang. One year later—suicide. Jumped from her apartment." I stared at the photos. At the pattern forming. "They all look—" "Like Amara. Yes." Dimitri pulled up more files. "I found six more. Same pattern. Same type. All connected to Kang. All ending badly."

Shizuka Fudo and Furukawa Yukito are working together. How funny. Fudo spoke. "Nine years ago, there was an accident in your clan's winter home. An avalanche that nearly killed you, unlocked your potential, and even killed someone. However, after that day, you stop pretending that she exists and even lied about how she died." Fudo said, his tone escalated into anger. Kazuha was shocked. "How did you know that?" "Dying of grief without showing her body isn't a good cover up so we investigated and thought that her death is quite strange. She was killed by your sonic scream." Yukito said.

“What decision?” “The autopsy.” The doctor paused. Then continued in a lower voice. “Because if our suspicions are correct... there’s a strong possibility that Mrs. Margaret did not die of natural causes.” Leonard froze instantly. The doctor held his gaze for several seconds before finally saying— “We’ve found preliminary indications of a foreign substance in her system.”

Detective Joe said. "The pilot and the unknown man had died alongside the air hostess except your father" Detective Joe said. "Really? thats suspicious." Justin said. Detective Joe sighed heavily. "Don't you find it suspicious as well?" Justin asked. "I do, now there's the bombshell," Detective Joe said. "I got a forensic report on the man who died and in here, it says that the man who died had Crohn's disease besieged in his intestinal tract," Detective Joe said. "Voracious cancer?" Justin asked.

She was pacing, and he figured that was not a good sign. “Yes, I see,” She replied. She looked up at Mitsuhide, and she put the phone on speaker. “So you see I would have never thought to look for such things. It is the first case of Kuru in the U.S. on recorded history, not only that if we add the Schistosomiasis, this is unbelievable. How did you know young lady? , the coroner asked.

“-This mark is definitely from this case. It’s fresh.” “Well, glad that got cleared up,” Poppy remarked, not even looking at us, “Now when are we gonna talk about that.” Her words directed us towards the vent itself, which had yet another metal plate covering it. After seeing it, Poppy and I both helped kick it out of the way, revealing the other opening of Jambo’s grave. Right before we could do any investigating on that side though, the Loudspeakers suddenly came on. “My apologies, but I almost forgot to give you all the autopsy report. I will be doing that now, so prepare to write this down.” They announced, admitting their own forgetfulness. As they talked, I prepared to write whatever w

Next Morning, in his shoe locker, Kimura found a thick envelope marked CONFIDENTIAL – DUE DILIGENCE REPORT. Subject: Asset Re-Evaluation of Takuto Kimura Core Strength: Mathematics Proficiency (★★★☆) Risk Factor: Suspected “Past Life Memory Retention” (Value downgraded by 50%) Discovery: Possible unresolved karmic debt with majority shareholder Misaki Kanzaki Attached to the final page— A black-and-white photo of Kimura’s funeral from his past life. In the corner stood a young girl in black, holding a flower. Kimura’s hand trembled. “That’s… Misaki?!”

Carter remarked with a frown. He reminded Joaquin to call me later to confirm my safety once they left the autopsy room. "Serena seemed so uneasy at work lately, but she wouldn't tell me why." Joaquin cut him off with a derisive sneer. "That's just how she is. She's always paranoid and thinks that something is going on between me and my cousin. But she's the one with issues." After Carter was done collecting the data, he left with Joaquin. They overheard the forensic pathologist tell a detective that the right foot of the female corpse was missing a small piece of bone.

Justin asked. “I'm fine, superman.” Janeka giggled. “Any updates about my supernatural abilities.” “I'm yet to discover more because I haven't been searching, but I promise I would get back to it as soon as possible,” Janeka said, as she stepped down the ladder with two books in her hands. “Freya's corpse is already in the morgue. I think the burial would come in a week or two.” “I hope so. I will be coming to stay in the house after work... if that's fine by you.”

Furio’s cold tone brokered no argument despite Ambra’s understanding of how she was going to die. “No! No. Please. Mr. Matrone, I didn’t know. I didn’t know. Please. I –” “Get her out of here and get rid of all of them. Don’t leave a trace.” Furio looked to his men. “Not a fucking strand of DNA of their fucked up little family unit is ever to be found. Am I clear?” “Yes sir.” They shoved a strip of tape over her mouth and dragged her kicking and screaming out a back door from the room.