Lies and Deceits (Sabo x Reader)

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      It was now late into the night that day. Everyone had gone home and the only thing illuminating the room was a single lamp light pointed towards the typewriter.

      Two bodies were found at the "All Blue" dumping grounds. Both bodies had their faces carved close to the bone. All fingertips were sliced off. Teeth were pulled from the bodies. On the unidentified body, UID 1, a piece of the calf was carved out. Clothes seemed to have been emptied.

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      "Sabo," I answer

      "I've got both autopsy reports filled out if you wanna come pick them up."

      "I'm on my way." I rush upwards and grab my coat. The morgue was only a couple of hallways down. The budget given to the militia isn't enough to afford another building away from corpses.

      "Trafalgar, any new findings?" I threw my coat on a nearby chair and rushed towards him. He wore a clean lab coat and heavy bags under his eyes.

      "Not much, however," he walks over to UID 1 and points to the carved-out calf. "This is where a tattoo used to be. You can kinda see where the scar tissue had built up and some of the ink still after you wash the body. I'd say that they just got it done since the scarring is this fresh."

      "The killer removed the tattoo so we couldn't even go to tattoo parlors and ask. Do you have an idea of what it could be?" Trafalgar sits down on his rolling stool and uses the palm of his hand to rub his eyes.

      "I hope you're asking this because I'm a doctor and not because I also have tattoos." In the state, tattoos are a stereotype that someone is part of the Revolutionaries—a band of people who wish to see the end of Gol D. Roger's reign.

      "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come off that way."

UID 1, male, brown hair, brown eyes, around 20 to 25 years of age, gash slice along the gastrocnemius, teeth were removed post mortem, fingertips were removed post mortem, faces were removed post mortem, blunt force trauma located on the posterior dorsal.

      "So just how did our John Doe here die?" Law gets up from his seat, putting on a pair of wire-thin glasses to observe.

      "If you look closely along the neck you can see a fine line of bruising. This one died from strangulation. I'm guessing from some sort of string or wire." The marks were barely made visible from how thin it was. Whatever strangled him must have been strong enough not to break. Maybe something along the line of piano wires.

      "Was our other John Doe killed the same way?"

      "No, here, read this report." Trafalgar hands me a clipboard with the same diagram and handwriting.

      "UID 2, male, black hair, brown eyes, teeth removed... death by anaphylaxis? What was he allergic to?"

      "Penicillin. But I couldn't tell you if it was an accident or intentional."

      "If it wasn't intentional why would someone go through the trouble of carving out their face and removing teeth."

      "I'm just a mortician, not a detective. I just give you what I have." Now, this case seems a lot dirtier than before. It reeks of dirty schemes, just like how Akainu likes it. "Hey, stop that."

      "Stop what?"

      "Your face is scrunching up. You only make that stupid face when you're thinking about the Major."

      "You can't deny that this case isn't at least a little bit dirty, no?" Law takes off his glasses and puts them in his pocket. Trying to push DIU 1 back into the fridge. Stopping him I put my hands on the other side of the cart. "You know I'm right. This morning's disturbance of the crime scene might as well have been him pissing in the snow spelling out ''I'm the one who did it."