Junko Furuta Autopsy Novels & Stories

She was the culprit, after all. At that moment, Ethan had lost his usual calmness. With shaking hands, he painstakingly moved my corpse back onto the autopsy table. He was in a frenzy as he searched for traces on the corpse to prove that this corpse wasn't me. What could he possibly find? The horribly burned corpse had been frozen, so a thin layer of frost had settled on it. Still, it was obvious that the whole corpse was carbonized. The skull was burned and cracked, and only some brain tissues remained in it. The ends of the limbs had fallen off, and the abdomen had ruptured to reveal bones and some organs.

The clock hands seemed to stop ticking, the atmosphere enveloping them was so quiet. "Th- The d-dining t-ta-" Cup! Andre planted a kiss before Lara could change the subject. "Mmh…." Lara actually enjoyed the kiss, but… "Ndre! There's a phone call!" *** "Yes? Go ahead." Andre answered the phone immediately, it turned out to be from Briptu Ani who reported on the autopsy results of Lara's child's body. "There are many cuts and injection marks here and there. Even, we feel pain just imagining it," she explained, taking a deep breath. Andre also sympathized.

He may not show it, but he'll always treat her as a friend, and he will do everything for her. "You're just like Montenaro. Quit asking me about my health. My ears are ringing." She pointed at the papers on the table. "Hypertension, the cause of death, might be because of her high blood pressure. What does the autopsy say?" "Ms. Parker suffered from asphyxiation and a cerebral hemorrhage," Detective Fox answered. "And did you ever catch the burglar?" Detective Fox's head turned to her so fast; she thought his brain would fall. "What burglar?"

He bowed and in a few minutes time, he led Luca up all the way. “If you don’t have something positive this time, request for the type of casket you want to be buried in cause I’m sick of your failures.” I warned, without turning to face Luca whose presence I felt so strongly. I took another sip from my shot and waited for Luca’s response. “Well, we were able to get the autopsy result which stated that they died of poisoning.” From my side view, I watched Luca pass me a file and I turned to snatch it from him. “Some scratches were found in the cadavers which seem to have been deliberately inscribed by jade whose body it was on.” Luca continued as I was busy observing the autopsy scan report.

According to the autopsy, the victim is a girl between 21 and 26 years old, with no signs of sexual assault or robbery. "What's going on..." I trembled slightly, as I looked at the blurred image of the murdered girl, it felt like I knew her. [After an investigation, the police have identified the unfortunate victim. The victim's name is Rika Furude, 25 years old. She used to be a brand model for a cosmetics line in the DIZ conglomerate. Currently, the police are urgently investigating this gruesome murder.] "Rika... Rika... Rika..." I muttered the victim's name, suddenly remembering something.

I will end up catching my breath in that situation. "It's fine, I didn't expect that I have this intense fear of heights," I said, recalling the crime scene investigation that lead me to the exact floor from where the victim allegedly fall from. "I will take you to the body." I offered. "Certainly, let's talk about Jane Doe's autopsy on our way. Do you find any unusual about the body?" "As what we witnessed from the crime scene, fractured bones, and a missing finger. I definitely can assure you, no trace of sexual abuse." I explained, retrieving my pass card to enter the facility.

Soon, the autopsy results came out. "The deceased was around twenty-six years old. Judging by the wounds, the perpetrator hated him deeply, torturing him extensively before finally killing him with the bomb. "Also, the victim only had one kidney. We'll probably be able to find a clue about that if we check hospital records." At those words, the room fell silent. Torture, explosion, and the lack of one kidney. Just one of these descriptions was alarming enough, but now they were all used to describe the same person.

The folder contained Xanita’s phone record and CCTV pictures, with timestamps, showing him and Coralis entering the warehouse parking lot and walking out of there. “What do you have to say for yourself, Xanita Aza? Why kill the human minister and why would you frame Blue Thunder? Jorgie Fluk may have been involved, but that isn’t a justification for killing a human and framing a colleague for it,” said Elder Unimoto. Xanita stared at Elder Alfredino and stayed silent. Elder Rolland signalled to a guard.

They nodded and took a seat each. "Mr Xi, this is the doctor in charge of the autopsy, and this is the hotel manager." The DPO introduced. "Doctor, it's a pleasure to meet with you. Have you carried out the autopsy? What are the results?" "Mr Xi, I'm sure the DPO must have told you her fingerprint was found on the fruit knife. The problem we are having here is that she came in ten minutes late after he was dead." The doctor said, and the manager continued.

The safe behind it called to me like a whisper. His phone buzzed again. Unlisted number. Copper flooded my mouth—Valentina's last taste of life. "Business never sleeps," he said smoothly. "Neither do secrets." His eyes narrowed. "Careful, querida. Some secrets are better left buried." Dr. Ruiz waited in the shadows of the parking garage, envelope clutched to her chest. "The autopsy photos." Her voice trembled. "They'll kill me if they know—" "They won't know." The photos told their story: brake lines cleanly cut, defensive wounds on Valentina's hands, her missing jewelry. Murder, not accident.