The Sage of Einar

Eskol, after performing the action that Einar had requested, left the mortuary and went to the place where the woman had been found.

Stepping out into the cold night, he could only sigh as he made his way to Asgard city.

On the way, examine any kind of person who was outside, because before he left, Einar told him.

'A murderer who enjoys killing his victim will always be in the area where he left the body.

It can be very subtle, so pay attention, but I think once you check the crime scene, you should see the little girl.

Ask Aila to check her body for injuries or anything that could show that she suffered any harm. '

Eskol took a deep breath and reached the alley where the body had been found, following Einar's advice.

He began checking the snow for possible clues as to who had been there.

For his part, Einar used makeup on the woman's wounds, this because he was looking for fingerprints.

He may not be a forensic expert, but each fingerprint was unique. To obtain it he would use the simplest make-up and a sheet of lightly moistened wax paper.

In this way, the fingerprints would be reflected on the paper. They would only have to be reviewed with the microscope to find who the fingerprint of the murderer or murderers belonged to.

Perhaps the method would take time, but Einar was ready to find the culprit or culprits, this because they were a danger to his family.

Now only one slave has been killed, but it will be tomorrow that a member of the family suffers an attempt on his life.

Einar had a philosophy of better apologizing than lamenting all his life, even more since the death of his daughter Erika, because that made him more serious on many issues.

Especially with the care of the family, which was something he was not willing to endanger, since they were his only link to life.

After some inspections, he manage to find some complete fingerprints around the woman's neck.

After moistening the waxed paper, he placed it on the neck and waited a few seconds before the fingerprints would become impregnated on the waxed paper sheet.

The first thing he detected with the naked eye was the fact that it appeared to be that the thumb had a scar just like the fingers.

This, together with the fact that it was the left hand, greatly reduced the search range. He knew that it was not the finger prints of a guard.

Because they had orders to touch the bodies only with gloves, to avoid damaging any evidence.

After taking more fingerprints, he continued with the autopsy, opening her stomach to begin with because he had to see that it had been the last thing the woman had eaten.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was a corpse and that he had to train to perform a caesarean section, he made the cut in the lower abdomen.

Unlike the births and some things of medicine that he had studied or practiced as a military man when the Dn3 plan was made, a protocol for assistance to the population in case of natural disasters.

Cesarean section was something completely new for him. He only knew where the incision had to be made, but not how deep.

That is why he planned to train with the corpse of the woman.

Using his steel scarp, he made an incision to a depth of half the scrape. When he opened the lower part of the stomach, he used his hands to separate the tissue.

Unfortunately, the cut had gone too far because he managed to cut one of the intestines so that a shitty aroma could be smelled.

Fortunately, Einar had his gas mask to avoid any kind of infection. Using his hands, he realized that the cut must only be superficial.

Well, if the scalpel was inserted a lot, it could harm the baby, in case there was a baby.

Ignoring the foul aroma, he scooped out the intestines and placed them on a metal plate.

When he finished, he pulled out her stomach and opened it on a metal tray. What he saw made him frown.

This was because there were hairs and nails on the woman's stomach, which was completely unusual.

When he had been in the hospital with his wife Margaret, he had heard from the doctor who gave his wife chemotherapies that a patient had arrived very badly at the hospital.

This is because he had a ball of hair and nails that covered his stomach.

Einar then checked the woman's hands and noticed that her nails were very small, because she seemed to bite them compulsively.

"This is a sign of anxiety or stress, it seems that the woman had something that caused her too much stress.

Knowing that children are protected in the Nordic nation and that they do not go hungry, their stress should not be something produced by that.

But maybe if someone threatened her, it would make sense for the poor woman to live in fear.

Einar just sighed and clenched his fist quite angrily, as he would not allow the Norse nation to be tainted by assassins or groups of abusers.

'This matter has to be solved as quickly as possible. Whoever caused this does not deserve mercy.'

After this, he began to check other parts of the body, such as the vagina in which he found visible tears in the vaginal walls.

Not only that, but he found in the woman's womb a small fetus of a baby that could not finish forming.

If before Einar was angry, now he was completely furious. A small fetus and its mother had been murdered in a brutal way.

Einar placed the organs inside the woman and, using a needle and thread, began to sew the stomach together.

After this, he went to a shower in the morgue where he got completely wet to clean the dirt on his body. When he finished, he took off the protective equipment that had to be disinfected.

To go to the other shower of the place where he bathed thoroughly. When he finished, he came out with completely clean clothes and went to the morgue guard.

"I want you to incense the corpse of the woman, that her ashes are buried in the cemetery.

Let a monument be made on them. You can tell Morgan to see the woman's face before being cremated.

You also inform Eskol that I want the woman's daughter in the imperial palace.. The little girl has to grow up in a place away from any threat. "

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