"Buddy, are you saying that this guy died of a heart attack?" Dean looked at the indifferent middle-aged man in front of him, his words tinted with a measure of doubt.
Because according to his speculation, it was very likely that George died of an unknown toxin.
But the forensic pathologist he was working with for the first time had overturned his deduction.
The middle-aged forensic pathologist was named Elden, forty-five years old, a veteran in the forensic department. He had been working for the Central Division before Squad Four was established and helped solve many cases for the squads under its jurisdiction.
He was clearly irritated by Dean's tone. Elden raised his voice, insisting, "I have been in the field of forensic pathology for nearly twenty years. I've seen more corpses than you've eaten steaks; there's no way I'm wrong about this."
"How do you explain the death of those leeches?" Dean pointed to the dissected leech corpses on the examining table.
