Junko Furuta Autopsy Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 5 Hall room. 1:00 pm. After a long autopsy process, the NYPD and hospital forensic experts finally informed detective Nicholas of James Portman's autopsy results. A forensic doctor named Anna gave Nicholas a few written reports and he studied them quite well. "The victim was pronounced dead as a result of his blocked cystic artery," Nicholas said after reading the report in hand.

“Are you out of your fucking minds?! Why would I stab someone I don’t even know? I didn’t kill anyone! And if I wanted to, trust me, I’d pick someone actually worth stabbing!” The officers eyed each other. Scarlet exhaled, forcing herself to calm down. “Look… I wasn’t going to say this because I didn’t want to drag someone down without proof, but Liora is the only person who had issues with that girl. Your entire theory is shit. Go interrogate the real snake.” Silence. Then the older officer opened the casefile. And his next words sucked the air out of Scarlet’s lungs. “During the autopsy…” he began slowly, “we found something carved into the deceased’s skin.”

Katya "I...I don't understand, this isn't Mr. Rusty." I said to Alistair, forcing my eyes to look at the dead body again. This was a patron at the club, and his name was Giovanni. In response, Alistair pulled out his phone and swiped, turning the screen to my direction. Shit. My first instinct was to puke. On the screen was a mutilated body with missing fingers and toes. And beside him was a child, killed in the same fashion.

the doctor replied solemnly. Confusion clouded Efrain's expression as he processed the new information. "What rod?" he questioned. "It was a red rod that was buried with her. It has been taken to the lab for prints. Once a fingerprint comes out, we will know who killed her," the forensic scientist explained, shedding light on the crucial piece of evidence discovered during the autopsy. Grateful for the assistance and expertise of the doctor, Manuel expressed his appreciation. "Thank you so much for always being here when we need you," he said sincerely, acknowledging the invaluable support they had received in their pursuit of justice for Camila.

The old man looked up as Ren entered the cemetery before the teen bowed politely to him, a gesture that the old caretaker returned, and Ren went on his way. The teen then went along a path quite familiar to him by then, arriving at the furthest point of the cemetery, the quietest and also the most peaceful area in the cemetery. Ren said nothing and showed nothing on his face as he walked up to one of the gravestones that had the following words inscribed on it in the Japanese kanji letters: Here lies Tatsuya Fujiyama 15 May 1990 – 14 July 2006

“You’re not gonna like this.” “I already don’t,” she said. He pulled up a file. The screen filled with double helices, overlays of mutation strands, and highlighted abnormalities in red. “This is from the Max Rutherford case, correct?” she asked. He nodded. “Yes. We ran the blood sample from the jacket again. And the fur from the undercarriage. It doesn’t match any known animal... or human. It’s a hybrid... but not from our taxonomy.” Her stomach twisted. “So what does that mean?”

Chapter 9: Old Time Sake DAMON The case was opened again. People had a whole lot to say on the media. The theory that there wasn’t enough evidence and Aurora was wrongfully detained was all over the net. The court had ordered that the grave be exhumed and when it was, the body was already decomposed. According to forensics, there was nothing they could retrieve.

Just too perfect. Alden must have noticed my silence because he spoke up, “You see it too, don’t you?” I nodded slowly, flipping through the rest of the reports. Langley had his face removed, and also parts of his skin. Julia… I grimaced at her autopsy photo. She was killed after her heart was cut out of her chest and there was a gaping hole right in the middle of her chest; where her heart would have been.

That way, Jude could get back at Kaze for hitting him. If the killer was Luis, Jude would not get his revenge. “Zoro?” Miru took a different direction, lifted the cloth over another body, and said indifferently, “Are you talking about him?” Silence hung heavy in the air. The Viper’s Den members stared intently at the burly body that had been stitched up in a hurry by the forensic examiner. “T-That’s Zoro. I’ve met him before. He has a tattoo of an eagle on his left arm,” a Viper’s Den member cried out, his body trembling.