THE NECROMANCY OF DR DAG YNGVE NORDVÅG

Part 1

In an early morning in 1996, where chirps rippled through the cool barely-lit pines, Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg had swiftly woken up from his deep sleep, as if he was mesmerised. He felt strangely uncomfortable and seemed less attentive to his loss of time, as he was getting late for his daily grind. After a long moment of silence and rather contemplative thinking, Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg got up from his corn husk mattress, surrounded by cast-iron bed frames that were cotton-stuffed underneath. He pushed the overfilled pillows, emulating the most sumptuous of rooms, and as soon as Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg was standing, the first thing that struck his eyes was a petite elegant letter, sitting on his nightstand, although he had never gotten a letter from anyone the past few days. He gazed without believing his sight, and he started to get a sense of dilemma. The letter was neatly covered with a very pale and thick piece of paper that had seemed quite unusual. The odd thing that Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg had remarked was the stranger's ease in breaching his home. He was convinced that he had locked the door, and the ghastly security bill was to insure that it would have been impossible for any mortal to burglarize his mansion. Therefore, he wondered what and how the letter could have been sent to him in such short notice.

Cautiously, he opened the letter—

" Dear Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg,

You must be quite surprised, getting a letter from a stranger, yet someone that you know very well. I will keep my identity anonymous until the time comes when you are ready to know. You may see me as your worst enemy, but you will come to protect me, whenever I will cark-it like an unbridled untameable wild horse.

Before I send one to the Promised Land, I will tell you what I plan to do.

Like a little fun game between us, that will involve three victims whom I will not identify as effortlessly.

To start off, the first victim will be infected by a certain something that causes turmoil within the lungs, located somewhere in the house, shaking her mental state. As I am a very dear friend of yours, I will tell you another hint in this specific case. When that object is lit on fire, it will start affecting a fundamental element that is necessary to sustain carbon-based life forms, such as us... Before I say to much, the victim has a mental illness of Charles-Bonnet Syndrome, a very rare illness in this country, meaning that the victim themself, is not visiting the doctor quite often... Why? Then let us find out together...

To continue, the second victim has a medical case of a congenital generalized lipodystrophy. Therefore, they will be poisoned by a lethal injection of interesting substances. I am confident that you will find a lot of clues in this particular case.

Lastly, the last case will help you reveal my identity. To make our game simply more amusing, the victim will not have any mental or genetic disorders, and will eventually turn out as the person you profoundly love the most. And there you go, those are the only clues that you will be receiving from me.

Therefore, I hope you make this exchange very interesting, as I will be watching you till the end. Trusting someone in this game might give you a hard time, so proceed with prudence!

Yours truly,

Anonymous. "

Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg was having a hard time believing what he had just read. Taking deep heavy breaths to calm his mind, Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg slipped on his long pants, imitating the style of his jacket, both in a particular pattern and a perfect match for his lavish pair of perf toe balmorals. After, he fully buttoned up an unwrinkled shirt to compliment the elegant black tie he was wearing. On top of the shirt, he slipped on a classy vest that had nine buttons, with a very narrow v-line, allowing a large portion of his top to remain visible, even if the shirt's jacket was buttoned up. He put on a finely tailored jacket, with a monotonous color scheme that radiated finesse. The seven buttons of his double breasted jacket were almost falling out, as they were starting to get loose. Then, he rushed to his door and left briskly to work.

Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg had gotten to the train station, and patiently waited for the next train. Meanwhile, he had gotten a call from his coworker, Aslaug Hansen, about a recent murder. She gave further information about the autopsy, such as the fact that the victim was diagnosed with Charles-Bonnet Syndrome, and her cause of death; asphyxiation of an undetermined gas. He was confounded by the concordance between the autopsy and the letter, however he easily considered it as a foreseeable coincidence.

The clock ticked, the hands were pointing at 8 and 15 meaning that the train would arrive soon. He looked up to the industrialized prospect and caught sight of a small train, wheels spinning, steam spewing, whistle screeching, laboriously beginning to haul itself out of the station. Not long after the rumbling cacophony was heard, the green light changed into red. Dr. Nordvåg quickly gathered his belongings as the sound got closer and louder. He stood up and approached the platform, ready to embark on the train.

At 8:40, Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg rushed to his pathology laboratory and gathered his equipment. He took off his jacket, put on his steel ring autopsy gloves, along with his surgical mask, hat, and costume. Then, he greeted his medical team, who were typing the reports of the current autopsy. Although, his team had dissected the corpse of a young lady, Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg had fallen into doubt that the cause of death was pure coincidence. In fact, he wanted to determine the cause of death himself. He took a look at the corpse, observing the previous cuts that were made during the dissection. He lifted the raw and tender section of flesh, revealing the blood-soaked organs of the corpse. Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg took note of the odd form of the still figure's lungs. They were concave, as if they were infected.

Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg assumed that the 19-year-old girl had attempted illicit use of cannabis-lead amalgam to treat her illness. He was not sure if she really suffered from the Charles-Bonnet Syndrome, so he continued further to his examination in order to find answers. Therefore, he started to dissect the occipital lobe, digging into the cortex and cerebellum. Then, he cut through the tight pale and clammy flesh, around the area of the epigastric region.

Finally, he concluded that the young lady had a severe brain injury, a significant vision loss, along with a kidney failure. The symptoms were compatible with the Charles-Bonnet Syndrome, although he had no idea of what the girl must have consumed, in order to deteriorate her mental condition. Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg examined the body in further depth and noticed a progression of development of dyspnea and respiratory failure. The blood chemistries were unremarkable with the exception of arterial blood gases at room air, revealing a pH level of 7.67445. After the exposure, chest radiography revealed a bilateral diffusion in pulmonary infiltrates, along with transbronchial lung biopsy, revealing a chemical pneumonitis, an early cause of acute lung injury induced by the exposure to mercury vapors. At that moment, Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg realized that the victim had a severe case of Charles-Bonnet syndrome that was worsened by a toxic substance, along with an exposure to mercury vapors. He had no doubt that the stranger whom had sent him the letter that morning, was the murderer....

Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg was determined to find out the true identity of the stranger who supposedly committed the murder. Therefore, he explained the situation to his investigation team, reaching out for help. Aslaug Hansen took care of finding the location where the corpse was found. It was located in St XXX XXXX, in a tiny house owned by a priest.

Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg and Aslaug Hansen headed out to find the location and investigate the crime scene. Gently, Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg looked over to Aslaug Hansen, and smirked.

" Hey rookie, by the way... why did you decide to help me out with this investigation? As a starter, wouldn't you want to observe our strategies during the pathological procedure? " asked Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg.

She replied benignantly, " Thank you for your concern, Doctor. Although, I just wanted to help out in this peculiar case and be useful to this team. In fact, I know a rather excessive amount of facts about poisonous gas, which is why I thought that this case was a perfect match for me. "

Dr. Dag Yngve Nordvåg, astonished by her intelligent response, chuckled, " That is quite a satisfactory answer. " He paused for a second and looked at Aslaug Hansen in a coquettish manner, " I don't mean to ruin your lovely intentions, but did my participation in this case not influence them in any way? " He gave her a meaningful and knowing look that was meant to guide his partner's inferences.

She merely rolled her eyes fondly and replied firmly: " Don't get too ahead of yourself, Doctor, this crime should be our main focus. I will refuse whatever you're implying out of professionalism. " Though the glimmer in her eyes gave her away.