Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

Chapter 876 Under the Thunderstorm

In the police station, the forensic doctor is making his final effort to persuade the painter's parents to confess their crimes.

"You're such a nuisance! If you didn't do it, you didn't do it! Why do you keep trying to trick us into confessing? If you keep doing this, we're going to sue you!"

The painter's father sneered.

"Alas..." The forensic doctor looked helpless.

The painter's parents, however, showed a smug look on their faces. They had finally understood that the evidence the police had was not enough to put them in jail. So they became fearless.

Looking at the smug expressions of the two men, the forensic doctor was a little amused.

He thought for a moment, then leaned in and whispered, "If you don't confess, you may die. A demon has set its sights on you."

The expressions of the painter's parents suddenly changed.

"Are you threatening us? Officer! Officer!" the painter's mother yelled.

By this time, the medical examiner had completely run out of ideas, and his final words had been delivered. If these two still refused to confess, there was nothing that could be done. He had already done his best anyway...

"No, not yet. Perhaps there is a way to save them, and that is to find a way to stop that demon."

The forensic doctor stood up, and a vague idea already formed in his mind.

The painter's parents will be released from prison tomorrow, so he must hurry.

Although the forensic doctor felt that the painter's parents were not good people, their crimes did not deserve the death penalty and were still worth saving.

The forensic doctor came out of the police station and returned to his home.

His house hadn't been cleaned for a long time and there was a faint smell of rotting food.

The forensic doctor put the instant noodle box left on the table into the garbage bag and sorted out all the messy clothes on the bed. He cleaned the whole house thoroughly.

Finally he came to the cabinet where there was a photo of a family of three.

The forensic doctor picked up the photo, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"If you had chosen to be a doctor, would our lives have been better? You couldn't make any money as a crappy forensic doctor, and you had to work overtime all the time! Do you know what grade your daughter is in now? You don't know!"

The ex-wife's words were still fresh in his mind, and the forensic doctor smiled bitterly.

Sometimes he felt that it was a remarkable thing that his wife had tolerated him for eight years.

"Some things always need people to do..."

The medical examiner muttered to himself, as if his wife were grumbling in his ear again.

He divorced his wife last year and their child was taken away by her. Although his wife has not started a new family, their relationship has come to an end.

Then the medical examiner thought of his own daughter, who was ridiculed by classmates because of her profession. The classmates all said that his daughter had a father who dealt with the dead.

This also made the originally cheerful daughter become a little depressed.

"Dad, I want to be a forensic doctor when I grow up."

"why?"

"Because it's easier to deal with the dead. The living will bully me..."

This answer nearly broke the forensic pathologist's heart. It was then that the forensic pathologist realized that he had brought serious trauma to the family.

The medical examiner had begun to doubt his profession, but his body seemed to be oblivious to him and he continued to go to work every day out of inertia. Every day he came into contact with those cold corpses...

He simply thought that if he ignored his worries, they would go away. He just had to immerse himself in his work.

But the end result was that his inaction broke up the family.

However, the broken family did not bring him too much pain. He didn't know whether it was because he was numb or because deep down he didn't care about his family at all.

He continued to be active in his post and seemed to have no worries.

Perhaps only after working overtime late and returning to this cold room could he feel the pain that penetrated deep into his bones.

He thought he would just live like this, in a daze... until he met a man, a man who came back from the dead.

After witnessing that miracle, his worldview changed subtly. He began to doubt the existence of God in this world and wanted to talk to Him and confide his inner suffering.

However, after a chase, he discovered that the resurrected man was not a god... but a complete demon.

The medical examiner believed that the devil could not understand his pain, nor would he offer salvation. The devil would only bring disaster to the world.

However, the existence of demons also made the forensic doctor firmly believe that there must be a god opposite to them.

"God, please bless me~" The forensic doctor made a prayer gesture.

He was about to do something not very nice, but if he could restrain that demon, it would be worth it.

The forensic doctor returned to his bedroom and took out some medicine from a locked iron box.

He casually emptied a cold medicine capsule, then added some unknown medicinal powder into the capsule and closed it.

Then he took the capsule and went to find the demon.

The medical examiner came to a familiar hospital, which was run by the devil. But the most amazing thing was that the devil cared more about his employees than those unscrupulous capitalists.

The people who work here, they all look very happy...

The forensic doctor walked among the crowd, looking at the smiles on people's faces, and he felt a little dazed. He began to doubt whether what he was about to do was right.

But there was no turning back. Everything was ready.

"I'm looking for Dr. Greg to report to him about the painter's parents."

"Well, okay, I'll call Dr. Greg first. He's outside now."

After the nurse finished her call, she said, "Please wait in the office. He will be back soon. Also, you will be searched before entering the office. Please don't mind."

"Well, yes."

The forensic doctor calmly accepted the bodyguard's examination. After confirming that there were no dangerous items on him, he was taken to the office.

After entering the office, the forensic doctor took out the capsule that had not yet melted from his mouth.

He stared at the capsule silently, his thoughts complicated.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard footsteps outside the corridor.

The medical examiner quickly hid the capsule between his fingers and then sat there pretending nothing had happened.

After a while, the office door was opened and an elegant young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

His expression was a little subtle as soon as he came in because he smelled some special smell in the air.

He looked at the forensic doctor sitting in front of him and smiled.

"Have you found any evidence that Greg's parents committed a crime? Can they be sent in?" Greg sat down opposite the forensic doctor.

"Haha~ Before that, shouldn't you pour me a cup of coffee? Is this how you treat guests?" the forensic doctor laughed.

"Oh~ It was my negligence, sorry." Greg stood up and made a cup of coffee for the forensic doctor.

The aroma of the coffee is very rich, and you can tell at a glance that it is a good brand.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself," said the medical examiner.

"Yeah~ Isn't the purpose of human hard work to enjoy life?" Greg said with a smile.

"That's true..." The forensic doctor reached out to take the coffee.

And just as he touched the coffee cup, he silently dropped the capsule into his cup.

It would take some time for the capsule to dissolve in it. During this time, the forensic doctor chatted with Greg.

"The painter's parents refused to plead guilty, no matter how much I tried to persuade them."

"Haha~ This is not an unexpected result. Maybe they think that doing evil to their children is not evil." Greg said.

"What about you? Do you feel that you are doing evil when you are doing it?" the forensic doctor asked curiously.

"Then do you feel evil when you dissect the corpse?" Greg asked.

This question stunned the forensic doctor.

"That's my job! And the person is already dead. I just want to help the deceased find the truth."

"Really? Actually, I can tell you a metaphysical truth. That is, within seven days after a person dies, their soul still remains in their body."

"If their bodies were damaged at this time, their souls would be in great pain. They would feel the pain of the knife cutting their skin and hear the noises of their family members crying around them."

"They could even feel the extreme pain of being placed in the icy morgue."

"Knowing all this, do you still feel you weren't committing a crime when you performed the autopsy?"

The medical examiner's expression changed. If Greg had said this to him before, he would have scoffed. He simply didn't believe in metaphysics.

But now that Greg had told him this, the medical examiner actually believed it. Because Greg was a demon from hell, he must have a deeper understanding of death.

"Please answer me, do you think you are committing a crime when you perform an autopsy?" Greg asked again with emphasis.

"But I didn't know... I didn't know! I didn't know this would hurt them!" The forensic doctor's hands trembled slightly at this time.

Greg slowly stood up and walked over to the medical examiner. He gently held the medical examiner's shoulder and said, "I can tell you that you didn't commit a crime. You were just doing your job."

"This... Can everything be covered up with the excuse of work?" The forensic doctor's pupils shrank slightly.

"Yes. Because being a forensic doctor is the job that fate has assigned to you. This is the path you must take. So when you walk this path, even sin will make way for you."

"Just like soldiers in war, why do they become killing machines? It's because fate forces them to kill."

"If a hero kills hundreds of invaders, will he be called a murderer? I don't think so. The people he protects will only praise him for a good job. No one cares about his killing."

"Then if it was a soldier from the invading side who received the general's order to massacre the civilians, would he also be innocent?" the forensic doctor asked.

"Yes. They are guilty of a great sin! Because their minds are not the same, because they know they are doing wrong."

“So whether it’s sinful or not depends entirely on the heart.”

"So, back to the question just now, do you still feel that you are committing a crime when you perform an autopsy?"

The forensic doctor closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he said, "I'm not guilty!"

"Hahahaha~ Yes~ Even though you brought pain to the deceased, you are indeed not guilty."

"It's just that you can ask your heart right now. Ask yourself if what you are going to do next is a crime."

The forensic doctor shuddered, staring at Greg in disbelief. How had he sensed this? But his question had made him think.

"I'm using my suicide to frame this demon. Maybe I can put him in jail for a while, or make him entangled in lawsuits so that he has no time to kill."