MTLNOVEL Chapter 121 The pitiable ones must have their hateful side!_1
To ensure the accuracy of the test, Holz extracted DNA from Sophie's mother, the missing girl.
In the Forensic Department, Holz and his two female assistants were hard at work.
Dean leaned against the cold wall, lost in thought.
If the body found at the waste treatment center really was Sophie, then the approach to solving the case would be different from before.
According to current information, Sophie got into a sedan with an obscured license plate on a rainy night three days ago and hadn't been seen since.
So why did she appear in a dumpster three days later, only to be crushed to death without being able to call for help?
At this thought, while Holz was busy, Dean pulled one of the twin assistants aside. "Dora?"
"No, I'm Wemi, the younger sister. I'm more... stacked than my sister," Wemi said, suggestively puffing out her ample chest and winking flirtatiously at Dean.
"Sorry, you two look so much alike. Wemi, regarding the female body we found, did you notice anything unusual?"
Wemi thought for a moment, then nodded. "We've only performed a preliminary autopsy so far. The victim was between nineteen and twenty-two years old. Her flesh and bones were pulverized. We only found a dozen condoms and some wet wipes on her person; no other items. However, her lower body was bruised, showing signs of long-term, frequent sexual activity. Half her tongue had been cut off and then stitched back together, which would have prevented her from making any sound. The nerves around her lumbar vertebrae were also severed by a sharp scalpel. Simply put, before she died, she was unable to make any effective sounds, her lower body was paralyzed, and she was slightly dehydrated—probably very weak."
Upon hearing this, Dean had a realization. "Are you saying a professional rendered Sophie unable to speak or move?"
"Yes, the method was extremely professional and precise. Even my sister and I probably couldn't compare to the perpetrator," Wemi said, a hint of fear in her eyes. She added, "And the victim's fingernails were very clean, proving that she didn't struggle while in the trash bin. Do you understand what that means, Dean?"
"She was sedated—precisely sedated—so she would only regain consciousness after being dumped into the garbage truck, and then watch in despair as she was crushed."
"Yes, the perpetrator is cruel. He deliberately calculated the garbage truck's route and arrival time to make this happen. We were already analyzing the victim's blood composition, but you guys called us over. It isn't finished yet."
"You go on with your work then. I'll treat you and your sister to dinner after this case wraps up," Dean said, raising his eyebrows at Wemi.
Before Wemi could reply, her sister Dora approached, licking her lips. "Dean, are you sure you're inviting *both* of us?"
"Yes. If I were to invite just one, I'm afraid the other would cry, and I'm a good man," Dean declared righteously. "As a good man, I definitely wouldn't let a beautiful lady spend a marvelous evening just getting her eyes wet."
The two women instantly understood and giggled mischievously as they continued their work.
Holz, who had been practically invisible until now, watched Dean openly flirt with his twin female assistants right in front of him. Bitterness welled up, and he mumbled, "You damned scumbag! You'll definitely regret sleeping with two future female medical examiners, I swear!"
He was certain! The more thrilled Dean was now, the more miserable he'd be later if he angered Dora and Wemi. Holz eagerly anticipated Dean's regretful expression after becoming Los Angeles's last eunuch.
Too bad he didn't understand what 'Mastery-Level Ah Di's 72 Arts' entailed.
...
「Afternoon.」
Near the end of the workday, Holz finally handed Dean two reports. "One report shows the DNA match between the female body and Sophie's mother. The other shows the DNA match between the sample from the wastewater and Sophie's mother."
The former was easy; the latter was what had taken so much time.
"Thank you, Holz. You've worked hard," Dean said, his spirits lifted as he looked at the results on the two reports.
The results showed that the body was indeed the missing Sophie. Furthermore, her last known location was inside a trash bin.
Faced with Dean's thanks, Holz pursed his lips and said sympathetically, "No need for thanks. I just want you to have a little more time to enjoy the pleasures of being a man before the regrets set in."
Dean: ???
「Elsewhere.」
The blonde assistant came over with a report. "Dean, we found a mixture of sedatives and muscle relaxants in Sophie's blood. It was a substantial amount, injected in two doses, enough to keep an adult in a catatonic state for 48 hours, yet unable to fall asleep."
Is that so?
Dean glanced at the blonde assistant's chest before thanking her, "Thank you, Wemi. You and Dora, wait for my call. Maybe tomorrow night, I'll have wrapped up the case, and we can have dinner together."
He had already largely determined the killer's psychological profile, identity, and behavioral patterns!
Wemi laughed lightly. "You got it right this time. I'm looking forward to your dinner."
After saying goodbye to everyone, Dean returned to his office.
Daisy seemed to be out; she wasn't there.
Harry and Robert were huddled in front of a computer, discussing something with lewd expressions on their faces.
Dean walked over for a look. It was a 'charitable' adoption exchange website where alluring, young, and energetic female students posted their photos along with their requests for sugar daddies.