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Chapter 131: The Immortal Forensic Doctor Will Be Unemployed

The sound of police sirens echoed in the streets of Kasukabe, all the way from the city to the Iwasaki family mansion, without stopping.

This also serves as a notification to the prisoners that they are coming.

Police cars were diverted one after another to block all exits of Iwasaki's house.

The ambulance was parked at the front gate.

Director Hikoshiro Nakamura was wearing a bulletproof vest. He hid behind the car door and shouted with a loudspeaker: "People inside, listen, you are surrounded.

If you know the truth, you will abandon your weapons and surrender.

Otherwise, we will take severe measures! "

After shouting three times in a row, Nakamura Hikoshiro didn't hear any movement inside. He stopped wasting time and glanced at him, signaling the police department to rush forward.

He came to the rear.

The police department looked helpless and had no choice but to wave their hands and said, "Go!" under the coercion of their superiors.

The rest didn't dawdle.

There were several gunshots, and the door lock was broken first.

They opened the door carefully.

The postures for holding the gun are different, and the gap between veterans and novices is revealed at this moment.

After most people join the police department, they are basically in a state where no shot has been fired.

The police station also did not organize any marksmanship training, making the veterans look like drivers who have taken the driver's license test for a few years but have not yet practiced buying a car.

There are no beginner movement standards for holding a gun.

They also understand their shortcomings.

No matter how fierce the director yells, there will be no chaos.

The door was open, and there were people who had been shot dead on the ground. Their heads were tilted and their eyes were unblinking, as if they were still looking at them.

Hiss, there was a gasp of air from the scene.

Many people were so nervous that they swallowed their saliva.

If someone sets off firecrackers behind them, they may be frightened and shoot around randomly.

Taking advantage of their numerical advantage, they began to search the Iwasaki family.

The vast field was very quiet. There were only three or four corpses found on the ground, and their weapons were AK47s.

It's more powerful than their pistols.

People inside were nervous.

Hikoshiro Nakamura outside was also nervous.

Such a major case in the jurisdiction will affect his career.

If you don't handle it well, you will resign.

There has to be someone to carry such a big pot.

He loosened his collar and said a little irritably: "Hayata, send someone to gather the bodies.

When will the forensic doctor arrive at the scene? "

The Hayata Police Department who stayed behind said: "Director Nakamura, according to the information we got, a special forensic doctor will be sent over there to examine it."

"Really."

Nakamura Hikoshiro nodded and stopped talking, with deep doubts rising in his heart.

The Iwasaki family is one of the six major financial groups. Who in the country has the courage to attack his mansion?

The thought flashed through his mind and was quickly dismissed by him.

Some things are better not to look too deeply into.

Someone who dared to kill even the six major consortiums would probably not mind killing a little director like him.

He just needs to follow the rules and regulations.

Nakamura Hikoshiro took out the thermos cup from the car and took a sip of tea made with wolfberry.

In the future, you may need to take care of your health in advance.

……

After waiting for a while, he did not wait for the report inside, but a very cool-looking black supercar came.

The smooth body curves invisibly exude the charm of a woman who never lacks.

A tall, slender man with blond hair got out of the driver's seat of the black supercar. His white coat indicated that he was a doctor.

In the passenger seat is a female nurse who looks like a supercar, with a voluptuous figure and mature voluptuousness.

She has short hair that covers her ears, a delicate face, and an indifferent expression. She is holding a white medicine box in her right hand.

Gray stockings and bright red high heels.

The blond man stepped directly across the cordon set up by the police and said with a smile on his face: "Good afternoon, who is in charge?

I am the forensic doctor who was commissioned by Mr. Sumitomo, Miles Fro.

The lady next to me is my assistant, Curtis. "

"My name is Yuzuki Suzuko." The woman carrying the medicine kit introduced herself again.

Nakamura Hikoshiro glanced at the playboy-like Miles and felt that this man was more suitable to be a bard on the beach with a harp, rather than a forensic doctor.

But he could not refuse the forensic doctor recommended by the Sumitomo Foundation, so he waved his hand and said, "Hayata, take him to the place where the corpses are collected."

"Hi." Hayata Police Department replied and strode towards the door.

Millers smiled and walked forward with a very leisurely expression. He glanced around and said, "Looking at the situation at the scene, the prisoner seems to have left."

Hayata Police Department replied: "Well, there have been no reports of gunshots or encounters with enemies below."

"Oh, it's really dangerous. Whether it's Tokyo or Saitama Prefecture, murder cases suddenly occur one after another in peaceful places."

Miles' tone was quite frivolous, and he didn't seem to be worried about danger at all.

Rather, there was even a hint of excitement.

No one dies from homicide, so why do we need forensic doctors?He followed the Hayata Police Department into the gate of Iwasaki's house. The bodies at the door had been removed, and only paintings replaced the dead.

The blood stains on the ground were also not cleaned up.

From the posture of the deceased drawn, Millers could probably guess which direction the murderer was standing in and shot. This was the experience brought about by years of forensic work.

Ordinary forensic doctors do not have this ability.

He has.

……

The police station gathered the bodies on the lawn a hundred meters behind the door. There were people and dogs.

All those who moved the body wore gloves and moved the body head and feet, trying not to destroy the information remaining on the body.

Looking at the corpses under the sun.

The expression on Millers' face became excited and he said: "This is the first time I have seen so many dead guests.

Curtis, let's work! "

"My name is Yuzuki Suzuko."

The indifferent woman once again reminded her boss not to give her an English name casually.

She hates English names and foreigners. She is willing to work under Millers because she doesn't hate money.

"I know, Curtis."

Miles replied with a smile. He knew that Yuzuki Suzuko hated English names and hated foreigners.

So he hired this person to do things for him.

He found it amusing to drive people who hated him.

Millers hummed a tune, put on white gloves and a mask, and took the scalpel handed over by Suzuki Yuzuki.

He squatted down and began to dissect the body nearby, check the wounds, see the time of death, verify whether there were any fingerprints left, etc.

The Hayata Police Department turned around.

In Japan, being a police officer does not necessarily mean you have any familiarity with corpses.

Millers found no fingerprints, but it was the wounds of the deceased, including those of the hounds, that excited him, "What a surprise!

If I guessed correctly, these people all died at the hands of the same person. "

Hayata Police Department was a little curious: "Why can you know that they died at the hands of the same person?"

"You can tell by looking at the wounds of the deceased that he is an experienced murderer. His killing methods are full of his own characteristics, just like a person's handwriting."

Millers began to talk eloquently: "These deceased people all have one characteristic, that is, they encountered fatal gunshot wounds in some part of the body."

The Hayata Police Department was speechless and even doubted Millers' professional ability.

"With all due respect, if the gunshot wounds were not fatal, they would not have died."

"No, no, you don't understand. I can guarantee that the murderer is not a person who is good at playing with guns, but he has the ability to find the enemy's vital points, so when he shoots, he always aims at the vital points."

Millers' answer made the Hayata Police Department feel more and more that this guy was definitely a liar.

Shooting is not aimed at the vital points, so is it possible to shoot at the air?
Millers didn't explain much.

It takes a long time to explain some things clearly to laypeople.

He continued to dissect the body with great interest.

There were a total of 46 corpses and one hundred and one hounds in the entire mansion. This kind of workload was truly the largest ever in Millers' career.

But he didn't feel tired.

Looking at Sumitomo Mika's body, he said with excitement in his eyes: "Oh! Look at this breast shape, how beautiful it is! I'm getting excited just by looking at it."

Yuzuki Suzuko said calmly: "Doctor Millers, if you dare to attack her, believe it or not, I will kick you to death?"

"Kurtis, your speech is so cruel."

"My name is Yuzuki Suzuko. In addition, this is one of the tasks you gave me. When you have strange feelings towards corpses, I will use pain to correct your perverted interest to ensure your professional ethics as a forensic doctor."

Yuzuki Suzuko's words reminded Miles of something like that. His excited heart calmed down and he was very sure that he really wanted to do something to Sumitomo Mika, and he would 100% receive a critical hit.

This person has always wanted to do something to him legally.

After carefully examining Sumitomo Mika's body, Millers was convinced.

The deaths were within 15 minutes of each other.

The wounds proved that the murderer was one person.

Millers was particularly surprised by this discovery.

You know, the Iwasaki family occupies a quite large area.

If you want to go around the mansion, you may not be able to finish it by driving for half an hour.

How did the murderer kill all the bodyguards armed with AK15s in different places in the mansion in just 47 minutes?
"Unless the murderer has super powers like teleportation."

Miles muttered.

Yuzuki Suzuko complained: "You must not submit this report to Mr. Sumitomo, otherwise, they will suspect that you came to cheat money."

"This is the truth. What the murderer did has gone beyond the limits of what humans can achieve."

Miles replied confidently.

As a forensic doctor with professional ethics, he will not lie to deceive customers.

Millers walked towards the last one. When he said corpse, it might be a bit inappropriate, he should say the remains of the robot.

He looked at the disappearing blade in 007's right hand and reached out to touch the gap. It was smooth and flat, like a mirror.

This is the only damage other than a gunshot wound.

What kind of weapon could cause such smooth cuts?

Miles stared at 007's right hand and couldn't figure out whether the robot would stop moving after its right arm was destroyed. The robot was beyond his knowledge.

"Kurtis, move it away. I want to prepare to report the situation to Mr. Sumitomo."

(End of this chapter)