Dark Purple Rose [YiZhan FF]

Chapter 11

While Zhan took it easy on Saturday morning after waking up around 9am and spent it relaxing on his balcony eating breakfast and waiting for Yibo, in another building in the same city, two police officers stood in the coroner's office staring at the half-decomposed arm on an autopsy table that a fisherman had pulled out of the river that morning.

It wasn't the first time in the last 5 years that body parts had been pulled from the river, so the sight was rather semi-interesting to them, at least until the coroner told them his findings from the autopsy. "As always with so few body parts, the autopsy was completed quickly. Fortunately for us, the arm still has the hand. Although the decomposition is already well advanced, partly because the arm was in water, I still managed to take two complete fingerprints. This arm is from James Abberline. And he was reported missing last Sunday after he disappeared from his own party." The coroner explained.

"Good. And were you able to establish how he lost his arm?" Asked the older police officer, whose stomach stuck out a little above his black belt.

The coroner pointed to the knuckle. "Cleanly cut off with a very sharp object. I don't think it was an accident."

"Why not?" The other police officer wanted to know.

"Because the fingernails are missing from his hand and the wounds, which are unfortunately only slightly visible, prove that someone removed his fingernails. And the three missing fingers, well, they were also cut off." The coroner explained.

"You only do that when you're torturing someone, don't you?" The older police officer wanted to know.

"Yes, that's to be assumed." Agreed the coroner,

The younger police officer made a note of this and was about to ask a question when three people in black suits came into the coroner's office, showed the coroner their IDs and wrapped the arm in foil and a box of dry ice they had with them. "What's this?" The young police officer finally asked, after he had overcome his surprise.

"We're not allowed to give any information about that." Explained one of the men, a tall guy with broad shoulders and very blond hair. Clearly a foreigner.

"You can't just take the arm!" The young police officer insisted.

Another of the three men stepped in front of him, waved a document in front of his eyes and explained: "This document says otherwise." He then pocketed the document again and accompanied his two colleagues outside.

"Who were they?" The old policeman asked the coroner.

"They're agents. They're working on behalf of the government. And believe me, it's better not to get in their way. They don't understand fun. They've picked up almost all the body parts that have been fished out of the river over the past few years." The coroner replied thoughtfully.

"And did you ever ask why?" The younger police officer wanted to know.

"Only once. But they told me then that they weren't allowed to tell me anything about it. I told them that I was a coroner and could help them with the autopsy. But they said that they had their own forensic coroner. And that he doesn't have a full cold room piled up with bodies that need to be autopsied."

"Okay. Well, let's go back then. There's nothing more for us to do here." The old police officer replied, thanked the coroner and decided to carry out his own investigation. Independently of these strange agents.

When the two police officers arrived at their station, the older one went to his chief and told him what had happened at the coroner's office. And he also told him that he would continue his investigation anyway. The chief, whose name is Wen Rouhan, said: "It's better if we stay out of this. I got a call from the prosecutor earlier and he told me that the arm will be picked up and we have to send everything we have so far to the prosecutor's office by courier."