Chapter 8 Chapter VI Government Mortuary

The dissecting room was a chilly place, and the room was painted an incongruous gray-purple, which did nothing to brighten the place.A large lamp with six light bulbs hung above the dissecting table, illuminating the corpse on the table in a circle of light. At this time, the four detectives were all staring at the dead man on the table.It is their duty to find out the cause of this person's death. The coroner opened Robaya's stomach with a scalpel and placed the contents on a plate.Pontillo could not help covering his mouth with his hands.A rotten smell immediately filled the entire dissecting room. The smell was so strong that it overwhelmed the smell of the formalin medicine used by the doctor.Why, Paula thought, do these coroners keep their scalpels so clean?It's funny how these dead people get infected.

"Well, Pontillo, do you know why dead babies cross the road?" "Yes, doctor. Because he was nailed to a chicken. You've told me six times, no, seven times, and you know any other jokes?" The coroner hummed softly, looking very intoxicated.He sang well, with a rough, smoky voice that reminded Paula of Louis Armstrong.Because he sang exactly his song "What a Wonderful World".At this point the coroner stops singing, deliberately torturing Pontillo. "The real joke is to keep you from spitting it out, Pontillo. Don't think I didn't see it, it's a dead body."

Paula and Dante glanced at each other, then at the cardinal's body.Coroners are experienced at this job, but sometimes they don't treat corpses with respect.He thought Robaya's death was funny, but Paula didn't see it at all. "Doctor, can you concentrate on the autopsy? My guest Deputy Inspector Dante and I both think that you are joking about the dead." The coroner glanced at Paula out of the corner of his eye, and then began to examine the contents of Bishop Robaya's stomach.He stopped joking, but cursed everyone in the house, even three generations of each family, through his teeth.Paula didn't want to listen to his nonsense, and looked at Pontello's face with concern, which was green and white now.

"Pontilo, I don't understand why you torture yourself. You never see blood." "Damn it, but if this little pony can do it, so can I." "You don't know how many autopsies I've been through! My dear colleague." "Really? Then I should remind you that there is at least one corpse waiting for you. Maybe I will like it better than you." Here we go again, Paula thought, these two.It's a day for these two.Dante and Pontillo began to feel an antipathy for each other as soon as they met.But to be fair, Pondello listened more to Paula.Paula knew that Pondello considered herself a daughter, but sometimes it was too much.Dante is childish, he's certainly not the brightest light bulb in the box, but he doesn't deserve the wrath of his colleague Ponteiro either.What puzzled Pola was how a man like Dante could have gotten such a high post in the Vatican Police.One bad joke after another, followed by belittling others, is the exact opposite of Serling's strict and stern personality.

"Perhaps my distinguished guests should lend their attention to the coroner they have brought in, so that you may glean some nuances." The coroner's gruff voice brought Paula back to reality. "Please speak." She gave the two policemen a cold look, signaling them to stop bickering. "Well, the deceased hadn't eaten since morning. The contents of his stomach were eaten a long time ago, because I only found some leftovers." "Then maybe he missed a meal, or he was caught by the killer before lunch." "I suspect he didn't eat on purpose. He was a good eater, you see, and he weighed a little over two hundred pounds when he was alive. And he was six feet tall."

"This shows that the killer is about the same size. Robaya is not as light as a feather." Dante interjected. "And it's 130 steps from the church door to the chapel," Paula said. "If you're carrying a dead body, someone should have seen it. Pontillo, do me a favor and send four of your trusted police officers to the area and let them Wear civilian clothes, but wear a badge. Don't tell them what happened, just say there was a robbery at the church and you want them to find out if anyone saw something during the night." "But such a purposeless search is a waste of time."

"Then don't do it. Talk to people who live around, especially the poor ones. They don't sleep much." Pontillo nodded and hurriedly left the dissecting room.It's obvious he's glad he doesn't have to be here anymore.Paula watched him go out, and when the door slammed shut, she turned and stared at Dante. "What's the matter with you, Monsieur Vatican? Pontillo is a good cop, he's just sick of blood, that's all. I beg you to stop this meaningless bickering." "Listen to you. But we have a big mouth in this morgue." The coroner laughed loudly.

"Mind your own business, Doctor. Let's get on with it. Do you see what I mean, Dante?" "Relax," Dante held up his hands in a gesture of self-protection, "I don't think you have figured out what's going on here. If I'm going to that crematorium tomorrow morning with a gun in my hand, I'm going to have Pontie Ro come with me, it has to be." "Then can you tell me why you chose him to go with you?" Paula was completely annoyed. "Because I like it. And he likes to be choked by me like this. Why don't you ask him?" Paula shook her head, cursing the men in her mind. "We continue to work, doctor, may you know the time and cause of death?"

The coroner glanced at his notes. "I remind you this is only a preliminary report, but I'm pretty sure. Bishop died last night around 9:00. It's a Monday. Up to an hour's error. His throat was slit. Attacked from behind, who should have been at his height Pretty much. I can't tell you what weapon the man used, except that the murder weapon was about six inches long, with a straight blade, and very sharp. Probably a barbershop razor, I'm not sure." "And what about his wound?" Dante asked. "The eyes were gouged out, probably before death. The tongue was also cut off."

"His tongue is broken too? God!" Dante said, feeling sick. "My feeling is that the murderer did it with a vise. After pulling it out he stuffed it with toilet paper to stop the bleeding. Then he took out the toilet paper, but there was still some fibrous tissue in his mouth. But listen, Dante, you let me Surprised, this corpse really doesn't affect you at all." "I've seen worse." "Then let me show you this, you've never seen one. I've never seen one, even though I've been in the business for so long. He's got a very professional way of gagging his tongue, and the stuff goes all the way down to the rectal cavity. And then He cleaned it up very well. If I hadn't reached in and looked, I would have almost missed this!"

The coroner showed them pictures of a tongue that had been sliced ​​into pieces. "I put them on ice and sent them to the lab. They gave me a report when they checked them. I really don't know how he did it." "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Paula said. "And his hand?" "It was cut down after death. It wasn't done very cleanly. There were traces of hesitation here and there. It seemed like he had a hard time doing it, or he didn't stand in the right place." "Is there something under the nail?" "No, the hands are spotless. I wonder if he washed them with soap. Because I think my nose smells like lavender." Paula mused. "Doctor, how long do you think the murderer tortured the victim?" "I haven't thought about this yet, wait a minute, let me see." The coroner slowly touched the upper arm of the corpse with his hands, and then reached into the eye sockets and mouth of the deceased.He was still humming softly, this time with a melancholy voice, which made Paula want to avoid him. "Ah, gentlemen, it took the murderer at least half an hour to cut off the victim's hand and wash it, and then probably another hour after washing the whole body and dressing the dead man. There is no way of saying how long he tortured the victim, but Looks like a long time. I reckon about three hours, maybe longer." A quiet, unknown place.Very secluded, far away from where cries for help can be heard, soundproofed as Robaya is likely to scream.How should a man scream when his eyes are gouged out and his tongue cut off?Miserable, for sure.The murderer must have timed it perfectly, playing with the Cardinal first and then torturing him, deliberately complicating the investigation. "I heard the police found no fingerprints. What did you guys find and what else needs to be checked and analyzed before we clean him up?" "Nothing, just some fibrous tissue, and what appears to be some traces of make-up on the collar of the shirt." "Cosmetics? Interesting, are they from the murderer?" "Look, Paula, maybe the Cardinal has some privacy," Dante said. Paula looked at Dante, she was a little surprised.The coroner bared his teeth and smirked. Dante said quickly, "I mean he may be very concerned about his image. He is an old man after all." "But it's still an important clue. Are there traces of make-up on his face?" "No, the murderer must have been cleaned up. Or at least he dried the blood from the eye socket. I'll take a closer look." "Doctor, send a sample of the makeup to the lab. It might work! I want to know the brand and exact shade." "That's going to take some time, unless they already have that sample in their database for comparison." "If necessary, write down a list of all the scents you can find. Troy will be interested in this job. What else can you tell me about blood types and semen? Have we had any luck?" "No. The dead man's clothes are spotless, except for a little blood, which is the same as the dead man's blood type, and it is undoubtedly his own." "What about skin and hair? Spores or anything?" "On the wrists I found some marks of tape, which led me to suspect that the murderer might have stripped the bishop's clothes and bound him with tape before torturing him. He clothed him again afterwards. He washed the body, but not in the In the bathtub, look at this." The coroner pointed to a mark on Robaya's body and said it was a thin, fine line of soap that had dried. "The murderer used a sponge with soapy water on it to clean it, but maybe there wasn't much water, or he wasn't careful enough, and he left traces of soap here." "What kind of soap?" "It's easier to identify than cosmetics. But it's also less useful. This is the most common kind of soap, Lavender, sold everywhere." Paula leaned forward, facing the body, and took a deep breath.It's the smell of soap. "What else?" "There are still some sticky things on the face of the corpse. It's a small one. But this shows that the deceased had poor eyesight and severe nearsightedness." "Does this have anything to do with his death?" "Dante, mind you, he's not wearing his glasses." "Of course he wasn't wearing his glasses. The murderer tore out his eyes, so why is he wearing glasses?" The coroner was visibly offended by Dante's tone. "Okay, but listen, I'm not telling you how to do your job, I'm just telling you what I see." "Well said, Doctor, call us as soon as you finish your report." "Of course, officer." Dante and Paula left the coroner, who was still bending over the body, humming, this time classical jazz in his own style.When the two walked to the corridor, Pontillo was yelling into the mobile phone, issuing brief and precise orders.As soon as he had finished, Paula gave orders to the two. "Okay, here's what we're going to do now: Dante, you go back to your office and write a report with every detail of the scene that you remember first sighting. I want you to do this alone. Work, it's easier that way. Attach all the photos and evidence that your knowledgeable superiors have told you to keep. Once you're done with this you immediately go back to the Violent Crime Analysis Unit. I think tonight is going to be a long night .” FBI Department of Behavioral Sciences National Center for Scene Analysis of Violence, International Training Program Final Exam: Victim Studies Student Name: Paula Dicandi Date: July 19, 1999 Grade: A+ Exam topic: Describe the importance of time in the establishment of criminal files using the Ross wave method, no more than 100 words.Using the relationship between the various variables and the offender's level of experience, craft a private test.You have two minutes from start to turn in. Answer: The offender gives himself enough time to: kill the victim.Interact with corpses.Remove all clues from the body and discard the body. Comment: According to my inference, option a) is for the imagination of the criminal, option b) helps reveal his hidden motives, and option c) can confirm the analysis of the criminal's improvisation.Conclusion: If the criminal had more time, he would: He has a certain level of crime (third-degree crime) He's a master (4th degree offender or higher) He's a green hand (this is his first or second murder)