novelSlime-like Killer Weapon
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Translator: Sean88888 Editor: Elkassar1
After receiving the call from Zi, Sheyan immediately had a premonition that something big was about to go down.
He rushed back to the basement where the autopsy took place without another word. From a distance away, he could already smell the terrible odor of blood in the air. Sheyan initially thought it was the normal smell of an autopsy, but when he opened the door, he was immediately rooted to the spot.
Dr. Smith, who came under the temptation of $100, 000, was down on the ground covering his throat with helpless hands. Blood trickled out from a neat wound on his throat. It slowly accumulated and solidified on the ground, forming a bright red pool.
It could be seen from Dr. Smith's expression that he did not suffer much before his death. Rather than pain, he looked to be more in shock and dismay. However, no matter how dismayed he was, the shadow of death had quickly enshrouded his body, and life had trickled out of him rapidly.
"What happened?" asked Sheyan solemnly, but before he got an answer, he already saw a very strange thing.
In Zi's hand was a transparent test tube, in which there was a small drop of something weird. That something was crawling slowly in the test tube.
It looked like a drop of dew, but it had a mercury-like texture. It was silver in colour and gave off a futuristic, science fiction feel as it reflected the faint incandescent light.
No matter how Sheyan looked at it, it did not fall into any category of living things, but right now it was creeping slowly in the test tube without any external force acting on it, like a snail trying to crawl to the top of the test tube. That was a gravity-defying act.
"This is the murderer, " Zi gave the thing a strange look.
"When Dr. Smith cut open Mr. Nicholas' chest, he was surprised to find that Mr. Nicholas' heart was on the verge of becoming completely useless. So when Dr. Smith learned that Mr. Nicholas had died from poisonous gas, Dr. Smith was very surprised. He began to study Mr. Nicholas' heart intently."
Sheyan gazed at the thing in the test tube."What's the result of his study?"
"He found an obsolete pacemaker in Mr. Nicholas' heart. In fact, Dr. Smith firmly believed that the pacemaker had already exceeded its life span before it was even implanted into Mr. Nicholas. The proof was the date of production inscribed on the pacemaker. The pacemaker was over twenty years old. It's probably older than Sanzi, " answered Mogensha while he puffed on his cigar.
Sheyan said heavily, "A obsolete cardiac pacemaker has given Mr. Nicholas a new lease of life. Doesn't sound very believable."
"Dr. Smith thought so too, so he tried to unravel the mystery. After he took the pacemaker out, he cut open the outer layer with a scalpel - and what happened next was a blur. The whole room was basked in a bright light for a moment, as if lightning had descended into the room."
"Dr. Smith was shocked, too. He stayed still for a moment. After he confirmed that there were no other problems, he proceeded with the dissection - and then the tragedy occurred."
Mogensha sighed and said, "I saw something suddenly rush out from the pacemaker. I don't know how to describe it. It was something viscous, like creamy mushroom soup. Like water turning into ice, it solidified into a silver knife in the air and stuck into Dr. Smith's throat!!!"
"Then, the knife melted down into the liquid drop that you see now, wriggling on the table like a snail, trying to escape. Zi quickly covered it with a test tube. That was the whole cause, process and result of the incident."
Sheyan looked again at the wriggling thing in the test tube, then looked at the bloodstained cardiac pacemaker.
"We need to do three things right now."
"First, before the news of Dr. Smith's death spread, invite another forensic doctor to examine Mr. Nicholas."
"Second, find an expert on pacemakers to see what's unusual about this device."
"Third, make sure the vicious little fellow inside the test tube doesn't escape. We must also be careful of our own safety while doing so. I propose to let Reef hang on to the test tube."
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Not long after, Sheyan's demands were met. Another forensic doctor was tempted to make a little extra money.
At the same time, in a company called Imeo Advanced Medical Devices, a technical director named Tom received Sheyan. He took the pacemaker and asked with some doubt, "This is an old model made a long time ago. I still remember that it was only suitable for a very limited number of people, mainly patients with severe coronary heart disease... Wait, what's this? "
Mr. Tom's fingers pried open the part that was cut and showed a look of surprise.
"See here, such a dense coil, and this strange parallel structure, as well as the closed cavity. These are all really peculiar modification techniques and ideas."
"You mean this pacemaker has been modified?" asked Sheyan in obvious concern.
Tom answered affirmatively."Definitely. I can guarantee it with my forty years of experience. But I can't see any positive aspect of these modifications besides adding extra weight to the pacemaker."
Of course, Sheyan could not tell Tom that there was a strange drop of silvery...monster in the pacemaker before this. Based on the data they have collected, the thing that the monster resembled most was a slime.
Sheyan thanked Tom politely and took his leave. He had also received news from the latest autopsy - they did not discover any new clues.
So far, Sheyan had not found anything suspicious from the pack of clothes Nicholas brought with him into prison either.
That was to say, two of the three trails of clues had led to dead ends.
Their only gain was the "slime" in the test tube.
When Sheyan returned, he received another unfortunate news. The "slime" in the test tube had stopped crawling and had began to roll under the effect gravity. It looked like it was dead and had completely turned mercury-like.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Normally, contestants would not use native communication tools in nightmare worlds. Even satellites were often hijacked by other contestants; monitoring phones was just a piece of cake. However, Sheyan's phone was not used to contact his team, but rather to contact Mr. Dursley, the workshop supervisor. He had planned to throw it away after using it, so he was not too concerned about it.
"Hello?" Sheyan picked up the phone. The voice transmitted over was the shrill voice of a woman he was not familiar with.
"I heard you're enquiring about a certain surgery a few years ago, and you're someone very generous? "
Sheyan was instantly intrigued.
"Who are you?"
The shrill voice at the other end of the phone said, "Although that old man, Didi, had gone to Canada and had passed away, not every one who knows the details of that operation has died. Besides the lucky guy in the prison, the only one who knows is me."
Sheyan was secretly moved, but he merely repeated his question with a calm voice.
"Who are you?"
"I was the nurse who was next to Dr. Didi at the time. To be more precise, that old man took advantage of me and then helped me get the job in the hospital. During that period of time, he was totally infatuated with me, so I even know private things about him like his atm card pin number - unfortunately, that atm card was always with his wife. Well, let's not waste each other's time. I heard that you're quite generous. You asked that slut, Katrina a few questions and gave her three thousand dollars? If I tell you everything, how much will you pay me?"
Sheyan could, of course, hear the naked greed in the woman's words, as well as her intent to demand an exorbitant price. If he agreed right away, the woman may very well name a price high enough to tempt Lebron James to play in the China.
Fortunately, Sheyan had a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of people. He put a smile on his lips, and his tone became business-like and plain.
"Ma'am, it's a pity that our investigation is over. We've obtained five thorough and accurate testimonies from witnesses that can be verified at any time. Our superior can't find any faults at all."
The owner of the shrill voice on the other end of the phone apparently did not expect such an answer. Her mind that was blinded by greed felt like it had been doused by a bucket of cold water.
She could not help yelling, "That's not possible... Do you know what you're missing out on? A possible miracle in the history of medicine!"
Sheyan's reply was firm.
"Well, ma'am, so far, my heart has been very healthy. More importantly, the only miracle I need is to get promoted tomorrow. But...it's not a bad thing to make the report more informative. We still have nine thousand dollars left in the budget for this case. If we don't spend it, we have to turn it in anyway, so if you're willing to give me a thousand dollars out of those nine thousand... let's have some coffee in the cafe at the entrance of District 8 Community Hospital in fifteen minutes. The latte there is pretty good. To show my sincerity, it's my treat."
"You're a sly and cheap devil! I want their signature Welsh milk tea, roasted grape and apple pie, natural strawberry dried cream, chicken salad sandwich, Welsh apple pie......"
"Excuse me, ma'am, are you reciting the cafe menu?"
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