Postmortem 소설 & 이야기

The door creaked open, revealing a stark room with gurneys and an unsettling quietness. The mortician, a solemn figure in a white coat, greeted us, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl up my spine. "He's just under here," the mortician said, pointing to a gurney that lay before us. A lifeless form was concealed beneath the white sheet. The mortician pulled it back slowly, revealing Shana's father's face. It was an image that would forever etch itself into my memory, and my stomach sank at the confirmation.

Dionysus' grandfather was just one hell of a really good person, that he can precisely attest for. "Postmortem examination?" Sebastian's mind snapped back from his chain of thoughts when he heard Zoey's query. "Ohh, autopsy. Sorry. It was the kind of exam that was being done to discover the cause of someone's death or the cause of his or her disease." "Yeah, I think I know that already. I sometimes watched crime thriller movies with Zamantha." "Your little sister? The cute one?" Sebastian smiled a little. Zamantha's sudden image on his mind somehow calmed Sebastian's raging nerves on the inside.

I roll my eyes. “I have the photos you can delete them,” Deacon nods to Mason. “Wait, I wanted to look at them more closely,” I reach to grab Mason’s phone. “Too late,” he smirks “Ass,” I huff and move around Mr Collins’ desk to look at them there. I lean over and take control of his laptop, flicking through the pictures. I stop on the clearest one of her back. “Can you see this discolouration here,” I point to the lividity on the girl's body, “that would have been the lowest point of her body where the blood pooled shortly after death, she was either laid on her back for over 12 hours after her death or she has only just been put there and the lividity hasn't moved yet. That's why I wanted