Junko Furuta Autopsy Novels & Stories

“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.

He turned to look at him and he pulled a surprised face as he saw the smile on his face. “And what’s that smile about?” He asked plainly. “We are winning,” he revealed with a smile. His heart became elated at his words but he concealed the joy within him and kept a straight face. “How..how did it go?” He asked. “The autopsy showed that she was strangled before being stabbed and traces of fingerprints showed that there were more than one fingerprints detected on the body of which one matched with Lisa’s. And according to Lisa, she couldn’t have refrained from touching Rita’s body in that state considering how close they were,” he related.

I take my seat at the head of the table as the twelve men in my inner circle all sit down after me. "Proceed." I say leaning back in my chair, starring at the projector screen. "Laura's autopsy shows that she had traces of highly concentrated Carfentanil. She was missing for three days before her body randomly popped up near the Docs. All evidence points to a kidnapping." Alexi continues. "Any ideas on what really happened?" I say skimming over the file with photos of Laura's body floating in the water. Her blue eyes lifeless and her clear skin so pale.

"—'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."

“-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

Reaching inside, he found a tuft of fur—orange and white. It was the same color as Rinko Morita’s hair. With a mix of wonder and disbelief, Takuto stared at the fragment of fur. What did this mean?

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.

“Pulling citywide grid—elevator logs, biometric door events, CCTV near windows at each hit. I’ll map dropouts and firmware ‘coincidences.’ If a camera sneezed, I’ll hear it.” Sonja skimmed autopsy summaries, pen ticking once per page. “Single-shot cranials. Two thoracics where the partner rolled. No flourish. Just finish.” Bruno scratched his jaw. “Pros. Or uniforms moonlighting.” “Quiet,” Jack said, not unkind. He tapped two names. “John and Fiona Stikes—gated residence on the rim. Josephine Martin—penthouse bath, electrocution via hairdryer.” Will frowned. “Two signatures.”