What happened to Isaac?

Chapter 48 Accidental Death

British mornings often start with a shiver.However, in addition to the wet and cold early spring, Xavier was woken up by the rattling sound of the iron fence outside the courtyard.

He opened the curtain and looked down, and saw two police officers from Scotland Yard standing outside the door, so he hurriedly rang the bell to let Daisy open the door first, which woke Isaac up.

"What's wrong?" Isaac asked confusedly.

"Scotland Yard is downstairs," said Xavier, "what could have happened to...Isaac?!"

Isaac, who was still on the bed just now, got up suddenly, put on some clothes, took out the pistol from the drawer, pulled the safety catch, slid to the window by the wall, and cautiously used the barrel of the gun to open a gap in the curtain and looked down. Whispered: "They have entered the house." Then he hugged Xavier horizontally-this is why the latter suddenly screamed.

"What are you doing?" Xavier asked.

"Take you away," said Isaac, "hold on to me."

As he spoke, he pushed open the window, and seeing that one leg had already stepped out of the window frame, Xavier was so anxious that he patted his arm vigorously: "What do I have to run for?"

"Didn't they come to catch you?" Isaac asked back.

Xavier couldn't laugh or cry: "Of course not!"

When Isaac heard this, he snorted, and fell back to sleep as if feeling bored.At this time, Xavier began to wash up nervously in the morning. After 10 minutes, he appeared in the living room fully dressed, and 10 minutes later, he came to shake Isaac up himself——

There was another murder at the monastery.

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On the way to the monastery in a police car, Dean and Xavier, the police officers in the co-driver's seat, talked about what they heard when they received the police.

"...Actually, going to the police is just a matter of formality. The monastery has its own cemetery, why do we have to touch the corpse before agreeing to bury it? Alas, it happens every time."

"No wonder even Xavier can temporarily replace the forensic doctor," said Isaac.

"Don't say that, Isaac," said Xavier, "I asked these gentlemen to keep an eye on the Abbey case for me in advance."

"You are the one who helped us a lot, Mr. Xavier," the police officer named Andy who drove the car said with a good-natured smile, "the forensic doctor didn't follow us, and wanted to transport a person who died accidentally It would be too troublesome for the corpse to be returned for autopsy, after all, it will have to be sent back later, so it would be great if it could be resolved on the spot. Besides, dealing with Dr. Haydn is really not a very pleasant experience, as you know."

"Totally understand," Xavier said.

The two sighed at the same time, and the police officer Andy said: "Keep your voice down!" As a result, there was a moment of silence, and the three burst out laughing together.This tacit understanding left Isaac feeling excluded.

"Why," he asked curiously, turning his head from side to side, looking at this and that, "Hey, why?"

"It's too rude, Isaac. How can you make me gossip behind someone's back?" Xavier whispered quietly, "You should ask me in private."

Police officer Dean said: "The forensic doctor we are talking about is a famous weirdo. He is still a bachelor in his thirties. No girl is interested in him because he likes to sleep in the morgue. Apart from his work as a forensic doctor, he I also run a dental clinic myself, and local anesthesia is free. However, if he happens to like you, local anesthesia will become a super double of general anesthesia-hahahaha sorry, sorry, I won’t go on. But, although That way, some people still feel like they're taking advantage of it—good business, that dentist man."

……

The car drove to the foot of the mountain, and the rest of the journey could only be done on foot.When they first got off the car, the atmosphere in the room for the four of them was still very pleasant. However, as the monastery approached inch by inch, the huge and dark building solemnly reminded them that something sad happened here not long ago; Since then, no one has spoken.

Climb up the last step and came outside the monastery. A tired Father Louis waited in front of the door, and explained to the four people: "The dean is too old, I advise him to go back to his room to rest first, as for the other monks, I have already told them They all stay in the house and don't move around."

"You are very considerate," said police officer Andy, "please take us directly to the scene."

Thanks to prior instructions, the scene was basically kept as it was.The deceased's room was located in the penultimate room on the fourth floor. The windows and doors were locked, and the door lock showed signs of external damage, obviously the result of a broken door.

The dead man was lying on the ground next to the desk, and it seemed that the chair tripped him; an inhaler rolled down far away, and the dead man's hand kept grabbing accordingly.

"Is he asthmatic?" Xavier asked, pulling on his gloves and picking up the inhaler.

"Yes," said Louis, "but Brother Douglas—I mean the dead man—has been well under control."

Xavier didn't answer, he seemed completely lost in his own thoughts.His eyes fell on the table. The desk was tidy and tidy. A row of books were fixed on the table by bookends. A few cans of labeled medicine bottles were placed on the shelf. The ink bottles were tightly screwed on and the bottles were not stained. A little ink, only the manuscript paper and ink leaking pens on the desktop are incompatible with the neat desktop.Some thoughts on the scriptures were written in very messy notes on the manuscript paper. It can be seen that it is the handwriting of the deceased himself, but it is very different from the notes in the first half.He may be troubled by the weakness of his hands when writing, but he is so eager to express that in the end, almost only distorted handwriting like symbols remains.

Xavier began to examine the body of the deceased.Only the forehead of the deceased was scratched. Xavier rubbed the corner of the table with a wet handkerchief, which was stained with light brown blood.

"Has he been attacked?" Constable Andy asked.

Xavier shook his head: "I'm afraid I just knocked myself on the corner of the table."

In addition to the four of them and Louis, there were also two priests in charge, the dean, and monks living on both sides of the deceased's room.

The monks on the left and right said that they did not hear any abnormal sounds of fighting in the room, which is consistent with the fact that the deceased's body was uninjured; moreover, the deceased showed normal behavior until entering the room.

One of the monks, Xavier, saw him taking Louis' class in the pharmacy, and said: "I heard the sound of the chair overturning, in this position." He gestured and explained, "I was reading in bed at the time, and I was frightened by the sound. A jump. I didn’t pay attention at first, but after a long time I didn’t hear the sound of the chair being lifted up. I felt something was wrong, and I went to knock on his door, but no one answered. I was worried that if something really happened, I would take the time to call People make mistakes, so I asked the monks next to me to knock on the door together, but I didn't expect to find out when I knocked open the door..."

He couldn't go on.The abbot took him aside and calmed him softly.

"Did he die then?" Dean asked.

"Yes," said Louie, "the heart has stopped."

Then the situation seems to be clear:

Before the door was broken, the room was in a secret room state, and homicide could basically be ruled out.So, the deceased died accidentally because of an asthma attack.According to the inhaler that rolled to the floor, it may have been because he had misfortune to hold it steady during the attack; he then tripped over a chair and had his forehead scratched by the corner of a table before falling to the floor and never getting up again.

This result doesn't make things any easier.Silence was like a wet cloth on the face, no one spoke, as if the throat was blocked.

"Then," said Louis, "the matter of the burial..."

"Wait," Xavier said. "Before that, I want to see the deceased's prescription."

So the two police officers helped Xavier search the entire room and found the prescription form from the nightstand.Xavier compared the medicines on the shelf with the prescription, poured out the pills and counted the number inside.

"The prescription requires two tablets in the morning, noon and evening, so the deceased has taken the evening medicine." Xavier spread his hands and showed everyone the remaining medicine in the bottle, "Although taking the medicine can't guarantee 100 % control the disease, but usually, without incentives, there is almost no possibility of unprovoked illness."

"Incentive?" Constable Andy asked.

"Severe mood swings, strong stimuli, things like that."

"But the testimonies of the previous monks all said that the deceased was not emotionally abnormal."

"That's what got me weird," Xavier said.

He proposed that the body be transported back for a forensic autopsy to confirm the cause of death. Before the dean said anything, several priests in charge expressed disapproval.In their view, this was a certain accident. In this case, it was too cruel for the deceased to be tossed all the way, disemboweled, turned upside down, and then sent back for burial.

"Please don't get in the way..." Police officer Dean stood up immediately, and Xavier hurriedly stopped him, then compromised and said that he could also carefully check the body surface of the deceased to see if it was necessary to send it for inspection.

This proposal was not blocked again. However, out of respect for the deceased, it was inconvenient for unrelated personnel to stay in place to watch the naked body of the deceased. Only Xavier was left, and Isaac, who was said to be an assistant, was actually just worried about him alone. stay in the room.

After a waiting period, Xavier came out of the room and asked:

"Who made the report?"

A monk present timidly responded.Xavier had an impression of this man's face—the younger one they saw in the yard that day was the man in front of him.

"I know him, Douglas . . . " said the young monk eagerly. "There's no way that for such ridiculous reasons as forgetting to take his medicine—"

Xavier didn't answer right away, but just pulled the deceased's clothes away. In addition to the corpse spots on the skin, there was actually a standard needle mark on the forearm, and there was obviously a red stain near the needle mark.Among the few monks near the corpse, the one who had met Xavier in the pharmacy took a breath in fright, and then pointed hesitantly under the eyes of everyone: "Sir, this looks like an allergic symptom. .”

"Well, you are right," Xavier said, "but to be precise, it is the residue of the rash symptoms caused by anaphylactic shock that subsided after the death of the patient. As for the specific allergen, toxicological tests are needed to know."

As he spoke, he took off his rubber gloves, and took a look at his pocket watch from his pocket: "It's [-]:[-]. According to the formation of the corpse plaque, the time of the murder was about twelve hours ago, or even earlier. According to the monastery The schedule here, that is, before and after dinner."

"It sounds like there's a lot of opportunity," Constable Dean said.

This almost joking remark did not get any echo, only the silence was like fog, and the dull thunder rolled in the distance.

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The forensic doctor Haydn who loves to sleep in the morgue is the protagonist in my abortive mind.It probably means that Dr. Haydn's eccentricities have caused everyone to have a deep prejudice against him.An unsolved serial murder case shocked the whole country, and the murderer's hobbies looked very similar to his.So all doubts erupted in an instant. Colleagues, landlords, the owner of the tavern downstairs, reporters... everyone cast suspicious eyes on Haydn——

In short, it is a poor, cultural person with necrophilia who was misunderstood and fucked, but because he couldn't figure out what to do for him, he had a miscarriage