Tom shook his head, "The news was told to me by a colleague from the robbery and murder division earlier, I'm not sure about the details, but the compensation is definitely better than what we peripheral folks at the Forensic Bureau get. I think I'll sign up when it's time."
Seeing this, Brian could only give up on trying to get more information.
A cigarette came to an end.
The two started to get busy.
Tom's work mainly involved producing scene investigation reports and reports on information about the deceased.
This was actually a rather odd situation.
Normally, these tasks are the responsibility of the detectives handling homicide cases, and the Detective Bureau even has dedicated scene investigators.
The oddity lay right here.
According to Los Angeles regulations,
At a homicide scene, a forensic scene investigator must conduct the investigation of the crime scene together with the police.
Meanwhile, the scene investigators from the police can only be in charge of investigating the scene excluding the body, without the authority to examine the body.
The body examination can only be conducted by forensic scene investigators from the Forensic Bureau.
So when does the Detective Bureau get to take over the case investigation?
This can't happen until daylight, once the working forensic doctor reviews the forensic scene investigator's reports on the scene and the deceased, confirms it is a homicide, and issues a written appraisal report to the Detective Bureau.
Only then can they formally take over the investigation of the case.
In summary, it's quite cumbersome.
Brian's task for the night was to temporarily collect corpses and describe their characteristics.
Before Brian arrived, Tom had already prepared the report materials, so he led Brian to the two hearses and then tucked himself in the neighboring small room to bury his head in report writing.
Looking at the two corpses wrapped in body bags,
Brian took a deep breath of air thick with the smell of disinfectants and formalin, changed into his clothes, turned on his photography equipment, inserted an unnumbered card, and prepared to begin his work.
The sound followed as the chain was pulled.
Two female corpses, unrecognizable and with grotesque expressions of death, appeared before Brian.
Although Brian was a slacker, in his more than two years handling over a thousand bodies, he had gained a basic level of visual assessment.
These were clearly blunt force trauma deaths.
It was very likely the perpetrator was a very strong male, who must have been in an extremely agitated state when he caved in the cheeks of the two victims.
"It kind of looks like a crime of passion..."
Brian numbly took a few glances and moved towards the body on the right, ready to make a quick note.
The incandescent light in the morgue flickered slightly.
Brian instinctively looked up, everything seemed normal and just as he was about to continue his work, a cold feeling suddenly enveloped his hand near the hearse...
Someone grabbed my right hand!!!
Brian was shocked, almost instinctively breaking free from the cold embrace, he pulled out his gun, and his body abruptly retreated, hitting another hearse behind him.
That same icy, bone-chilling sensation appeared on another part of Brian's body.
Brian looked down fiercely only to see a pale, rigid arm unabashedly grasping the spot where his work trousers formed a triangle, almost numbing his senses...
I'm a living person, can I be bullied by a corpse?
A surge of anger welled up inside him!
The succession of unexpected incidents,
Far from frightening Brian, actually ignited emotions he had long suppressed.
A mad smile crossed his face as he drew the detonator from his body, gripped the fuse, and with a wide grin, he laughed, "This body, show some respect, or I'll stuff them into your cute little mouth..."