Entering the morgue filled with the scent of preservatives and stranger odors, from a sunny alley, felt like stepping from one world into another.
Mr. Ptolemy Albert was still wearing the brown cloak familiar to Shard, and he was busy dissecting a corpse that seemed to have choked on its own vomit, speaking to the two while working.
Of course, all three wore masks, and the area around the autopsy bed was draped with curtains. Shard and Mr. Benhart could only see Albert's busy silhouette from outside the curtains.
"The case of the unidentified dead woman has been solved, and the murderer killed by the two of you, so there's no need to say much more; the headless serial murders have now been classified as supernatural events. Those headless corpses won't be transported to morgues like ours in the Lower District anymore, marking the conclusion of this investigation."
