Villain, Let Me Touch You! - Chapter 69
‘We believe he died by suicide.’
Standing in front of the coroner’s office, I took a deep breath as I recalled Nick’s words.
Citing several facts, he explained that it is difficult to view Kama Jin’s death as a simple suicide. Listening to him, even as a non-investigator, I had my suspicions myself. I had come to the police station to repay a favor to Kama, but now I was genuinely curious about the truth.
If Nick’s hypothesis was correct, then who could the culprit be?
“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll open the door. It’s a little chilly inside the morgue.”
Nick’s words shook me out of my thoughts and I nodded.
As the door opened, a cold air enveloped me. Inside, a coroner saluted.
“Chief, what brings you here?”
On the autopsy table lay Kama’s body. As soon as I saw his face, I instinctively covered my mouth.
Seeing him lying on the autopsy table, the reality of his death hit me. The weight of the fact that I could never hear the voice of the kind and slightly talkative man again was overwhelming. It was hard to believe that the person who had envisioned a future with his beloved woman was now lying here.
He was a man who would help others without hesitation.Why do good people seem to die too soon?
I felt Nick’s gaze on me and lifted my head.
“If it’s too much for you, you can leave.”
I shook my head. There was something I had to see.
Kama’s imprint.
I told Nick what Kama had told me.
If Kama was part of a happy pair, we’d have to inform them of their death. We’ll also have to take care of the body.
We came to the morgue to confirm Kama’s imprint status. Even if it wasn’t a reciprocal pair, we still needed to tell the owner of the imprinted name. It was crucial to ensure that if someone imprinted on Kama later, they wouldn’t come searching only to find him already deceased.
“No, I’m fine. I want to see.”
My voice trembled slightly. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.
“People entering the morgue for the first time usually have a reaction similar to yours, Doctor Rienna. So, if it’s too much, feel free to let me know.”
Nick misunderstood. I was a doctor. And I’d seen countless people die in the hospital before I transmigrated. Corpses didn’t scare me.
What shook me was that the person lying in the autopsy room was Kama Jin. Our connection might have been fleeting, but even in that short moment, I could sense he was a genuinely good person.
“I know my limits, so please don’t worry about me.”
Nick looked hesitant, then jerked his chin toward the coroner. The coroner, dressed in a blue-tinged lab coat, lowered the cloth covering Kama Jin.
“The cause of death appears to be cervical compression. Apart from the obvious marks on the neck, there are no other signs of external injuries.”
“What about poisoning?”
“Nothing.”
“What about, you know, magic or something?”
“When are you talking about, Chief? The last documented case of someone using magic to harm others is over 200 years ago.”
“But it could still be magic.”
Nick’s frustration must have reached a breaking point, as his remark seemed to set off the coroner who let out a heavy sigh.
“Magic kills people,” I interjected. “But it would have left obvious traces, unless they completely controlled the victim’s mind. I’m sorry, do you mind if I look at the body? I’m a doctor.”
The coroner looked at Nick. He seemed to be asking if he was sure of my identity.
“Yes, sir. I’m His Highness the Crown Prince’s physician.”
“Ah, Dr. Rienna Harris, right?”
My name came straight out of the coroner’s mouth. I widened my eyes.
“You know who I am?”
“You’re well known in medical circles. Even though my job involves handling corpses, I, too, graduated from the Academy of Medicine.”
Coroners had a long history of being underappreciated and ignored for the work they do.
“I didn’t realize I was famous. Honestly, it’s a bit embarrassing.”
“You’re a key figure in saving the royal family. You’re too modest. By the way, can you tell me the formula for the medicine you gave to the Crown Prince…”
“Hey!”
Nick grabbed the coroner by the collar as he tried to make small talk with me.
“I’m sorry.”
Even without a detailed explanation, the coroner realized his mistake.
“We can talk about it another time.”
Who am I to discourage his enthusiasm? While the words were courteous, if he genuinely wanted to engage in a conversation, I would be willing to oblige.
“Now, may I see Mr. Kama?”
