King Vons Autopsy Photos の小説・ストーリー

ZIVA My heart ached at that sight. The corpse had unusual skin color, blisters, and foam around his nose. Poor child. “The same symptoms appeared to be on the other corpses, which led us to suspect poisoning. However, the autopsy failed to confirm this theory, and we found no evidence of poisoning.” Lance explained as he shook his head. He sighed and continued his statement, “I suggest that we wrap this up.”

I didn't know Karl personally, but I heard he was a dedicated warrior. A Gamma whose heart and soul lived with the very pack. "Did the marking have a purple color to it?" On the screen it's barely visible, just an outline, but when I look at him, Coren nods, adding, "Most of the knife wounds on his body had that purple-black tint to them. We're carrying out an autopsy to determine if it's dye or poison." I breathe in deeply and though my heart trembles, I say my next words steadily, "You'll know it's the same as Amelia's if the report comes back showing neither of those.

"Now, why I am actually here. If there was nothing special I had to tell you, I could have just said it over the phone but there are things that we couldn't see until the autopsy was over." Ashton sets down his glass and listens with rapt attention. "In normal procedures, there is an outer check for scratches and abrasives like I showed you the other day before the inner check because once the autopsy starts, there is no outer check anymore. So we were cutting her hair and noticed a hard bump on her head." Ashton sits up, frowning. "What do you mean?"

Victoria said, her voice dropping to a flat, hard whisper. The moment they were inside the armored sedan, Kany handed over a secure flash drive. Victoria plugged it straight into her dashboard terminal. She expected to see a schematic or a financial leak. Instead, pixelated, leaked medical footage filled the screen. It was an underground clinic. Her father was on a gurney, being wheeled into surgery. "He wasn't sick, Kany," Victoria murmured, her fingers tightening on the edge of the leather seat. "Look at the autopsy file, Boss," Kany whispered, her hands shaking as she pulled up the secondary scans.

How had he known? “Go on, Robert, show her a photo,” Conner said. “The least messy one you have. Maybe she’s seen your Ms. DeMars.” Sloane leafed through the file and pulled out an eight-by-ten photo taken at the morgue. DeMars looked like she was sleeping. Color had been added to her ashen flesh, the wound in her throat airbrushed out. He handed the picture to the waitress, who studied it for a moment, then looked at Conner.

“Jessica, also known as Badger, had a severe case of smoke inhalation. We are currently monitoring her vitals and oxygen levels intensely. She’s not out of the woods yet.” My heart began to race at the mention of my best friend and the potential of her not pulling through. The monitor began to beep incessantly from the spike of my blood pressure and heart rate. “Dr. Dante Spinelli is currently completing the medical examination and autopsy for Aaron Nelson.” There was a pregnant pause that followed. I heard Kade let out a curse. The world was a cruel place. I couldn’t imagine how Zombie must be feeling as he completed the autopsy on his childhood best friend. Tears filled my eyes and threate

“A clinician can cut through our blind spots.” Kim hesitated, then exhaled. “Alright. Tell me where to start.” — They didn’t have to wait for a test subject. A retrieval team wheeled in a reinforced gurney, casters rattling under the weight. Straps crossed a body too large for the mattress—fur-matted chest rising in ragged lifts; claws slack at its sides; a muzzle slackened by shock and blood loss. The report said crashed sedan, south perimeter, barely alive.

I added thinking about Donna. “Susan’s body is in the last vehicle. We will conduct an autopsy before we conduct her burial,” Carson shared. “Why would you need to do that? I told you how she died,” Kendrick said, suddenly defensive. Carson stopped to look at him, “We always conduct an autopsy for those killed on the battlefield. There are often indicators we can identify to help us avoid the kill in future battles,” Carson responded.

Knox's gut twisted into a knot and his throat tightened. "It's huge, mate," A big thick veiny dick was just on bright display on his screen, standing hard and curved up—offensively so. Knox's eyes tracked back to the screen and he stared at the round pink tip. He couldn't help trailing down the side with an anguish unknown. It was thick, more so than long but yet it seemed massive from the angle Victor took the picture.