DEATH NOTE:NOTE OF DEATH

When I touched this flower, it was as if I could feel the pain of this corpse. Pain isn't enough to describe this feeling; it was like something was controlling your life, your blood, and your nutrients, constantly plundering and absorbing them. Breathing... the air makes me more and more greedy, more and more eager to breathe a few more times...

And the sun, which I should hate or even fear the most, was something I desperately wanted for the warmth only it could give.

Until Alex Johnson's voice interrupted me, "Ryan, there is another case!"

Alex turned around suddenly and was startled by my appearance. He quickly closed the door of the autopsy room and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why don't you take a day off and go home to rest? You're going to have mental problems if you're facing dead people all day long!"

I shook my head, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, took a deep breath, and waited for a long time before I calmed down.

Many times, I particularly hate this ability of mine. Although it can help me solve cases, it often tortures me.

After I calmed down completely, I asked Alex, "Where did you say there was a case?"

Alex's face straightened. Whenever the case was mentioned, Alex would immediately become serious. This was also his occupational trait.

"Someone died on Elm Street. A beggar was a witness who saw the whole process of the murder. A man in a cloak smashed the victim's face."

"The beggar called the police?"

"This beggar is a lunatic, but fortunately, he has some basic self-care abilities and knows how to pick up trash. Shop owners nearby also give him some scraps from time to time. But he kept crying and holding the body and wouldn't let anyone touch it, saying someone was trying to kill him. A colleague who just arrived at the crime scene said that the beggar dragged the body into the garbage dump in the alley and called the police, but it was the local police who contacted us in the end."

Beggar? Madman? Mentally impaired? There seems to be some connection, but there really isn't any.

In the end, I concealed the fact that I found the flowers and leaves, and went to the crime scene with Alex to investigate.

That flower leaf seems to contain some hallucinogenic factors. I plan to investigate, but now someone has died, so I have to go there first.

The deceased was still at the scene and had been exposed outdoors for about eight hours. The beggar hugged the corpse tightly and looked around in fear. A normal person would be very scared when seeing such a horrific scene. Although this beggar was crazy, he seemed to want to convey something.

Seeing this, Lucy Smith was worried that we men might scare him, so she came forward and said, "Don't be afraid, hey? He seems to be still breathing, let's rush him to the hospital and save him. If you don't let him go, he might really die."

"No...no...he's dead. I need to talk to the officials. You, a woman, can't do anything! Nothing."

Alex wanted to use coercive measures, but it was summer and if he delayed any further the body would surely stink and rot.

Moreover, there were more and more people watching around. If the murderer mixed in with them and discovered the beggar, the beggar would be in a very dangerous situation.

Alex pushed Lucy away and looked at the beggar. "I am the person in charge of this case. Can you tell us when we return to the police station? The body will stink if you do this! The onlookers will be scared!"

"Go away! You are all devils! Devils... You are all devils!"

The beggar was somewhat out of his mind, and what he said often made the onlookers even more frightened.

In order to avoid causing social panic, we had to use force. No one had much patience. Alex was about to call for help, but I stopped him and waved my hand: "Don't use force. It will be difficult to damage the body. Let him go back with the body and make sure the face of the body is not damaged."

Finally, after some coaxing and deception, the beggar got into the police car.

After returning to the bureau, the forensic department immediately performed an autopsy. Lucy found pollen on the body of the deceased and very small scratches on the palms.

"Chief Carter, is there black powder or fiber under the victim's fingernails? Could it be that he had a fight with the murderer before he died? This is most likely the murderer's clothing."

"Go out first and see what's going on over there with Alex?"

"Chief Carter, I'm also a forensic doctor. You can't always stop me from working, right?" Lucy glared at me dissatisfiedly.

"The work of a forensic doctor is not just about dissecting corpses. I have the final say here!"

Lucy stomped her feet and left, mad at my success.

"How did you offend the murderer to be killed? What is your relationship with the beggar?"

I lit a cigarette and exhaled a thick puff of smoke. Following the smoke, I looked at the face of the deceased and slowly closed my eyes...

A man wearing a black cloak, about 5'10". The cloak is so big that one cannot see his figure, but his slender wrists are exposed. One can see that his fingers are thin and his skin is not rough. What deep hatred did such a man or woman have with the deceased to make him so cruel?

In the mist, the man was fiddling with flowers and plants. There were bouquets of various varieties and potted plants all around him...

Suddenly the scene changed! The sky turned dark, and what came into view seemed to be an artificial greenhouse. The lights were dim, and the layout was unclear. It was as if I was there and I smelled a strange flower fragrance. A bright red flower similar to Lycoris radiata flashed by, so beautiful that I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Then there was a dizziness...

I suddenly woke up from the smoke! The dizziness was still vaguely there, as if I had experienced it myself.

Flower...a flower of a species I had never seen before, so beautiful and so strange, so fragrant.

The flower leaves taken out from the previous victim's mouth were placed in the box, and there was pollen on the fingers of this victim. Could it be that there is some connection between the two dead?

I was sweating coldly, looking at the corpse with a blurred face, and gasping for breath.

After a long time, I stood up, ran to the lounge, lit a cigarette, and smoked it in big puffs to calm myself down.

In the afternoon, Alex brought Lucy, who had returned from the crime scene, to the forensic department.

"This is the beggar's transcript. Take a look and see if there are any problems."

I took the transcript and read it carefully. As I was reading, Alex spoke slowly.

"The beggar was sent to a mental hospital for quarantine and observation. The deceased was named Michael Bloom, a flower shop owner. According to store employees, Michael had a fierce quarrel with a customer two days before his death. The customer even threatened to make it impossible for his flower shop to operate in the future, so he went to the flower shop next door, and the two had a fierce quarrel."

"In other words, the murderer is most likely that customer?"

Before I could say anything, a voice suddenly rang out. Lucy was standing behind us and said with a suspicious look on her face.