Chapter 9: Autopsies

Chapter 9: Autopsies

Longcheng City Nylon Road Branch.

While Li Weiyis mood has largely stabilized, he was still overtaken with grief when thinking of his wife and mother.

Jiang He believed that sentiments were the most complicated and tricky to grasp and analyze in this world as well as the most worthless.

Jiang He was apathetic; he will never feel sad, enraged, or joyful since emotions would influence ones judgment of the truth.

Being an incredibly intelligent robot that was capable of carrying out most human activities and even many activities that humans were unable to carry out, Jiang He had lost the most fundamental aspect of humanity.

In reality, Li Weiyi had instructed to forbid Jiang He from being in the same space as him.

It was a baffle to Jiang He why Li Weiyi wanted to drive him out given that he was the one that could be of the utmost help to him.

After being promised by Wang Chao that he would inform him of the information that Li Weiyi gives, Jiang He left the office.

Jiang He was driven out again two hours later, though.

Xu Yiman was the one who kicked Jiang He out this time.

Two hours ago.

Xu Yiman was on her way to the funeral parlor to perform the bodys dissection when Jiang He encountered her after being chased out.

Investigating the disappearance of a living body was Jiang Hes second favorite activity, and solving the case was his first.

What Is the meaning of human existence? Why do people live, and why do people die?

This was something he hoped to figure out as a living being.

A corpse should be treated with the same level of care as a living person. Consequently, Xu Yiman exhibited great respect for these two womens corpses while they lay on the dissecting table.

Xu Yiman murmured something before beginning the anatomy.

Jiang He heard it distinctly from the side. Whether you were evil or virtuous, wealthy or poor, happy or sad, smooth sailing or suffering from wind and frost, you had concluded your life, she said. I wish you healthy in your next life.

Jiang He retorted, There is a 99% possibility of people not having any prior existences or future generations. It is natural for a person to die of old age, illness, or accident. Death is identical to birth. It is just as common as eating. Why should it be treated differently?

Why did Xu Yiman agree to let this person walk into the anatomy room with her earlier if all he wanted was to give her an earful?

The knife held by Xu Yiman had a smooth cutting edge and she was tremble-free. Under Xu Yimans knife, the corpse was like a piece of art waiting to be carved. The blade moved swiftly and steadily.

Xu Yiman was dissecting the corpse when she exclaimed fiercely to Jiang He, Why are you still alive and did not choose to die if there is no distinction between life and death! Does this imply youre likewise terrified of death?

Jiang He took his time to hear what Xu Yiman had to say: Life and death are inherent laws of nature as if they are not the life I pursue, and I will not deliberately pursue death. I will naturally pass away when my organs degenerate to the point that my body functions reach their end.

The knife was stopped by Xu Yiman. She turned to face Jiang He, feeling desperate to extract Jiang Hes brain to find out what was going on in this mans head. In contrast, Xu Yiman didnt notice anything. Jiang He did not reveal any emotions. Whether Jiang He was joyful or sorrowful couldnt be inferred from his facial expression.

Do you just not value others?

I only hope to face some difficult cases; I am not delighted that people have perished. Dont you find this to be a fascinating concept? Jiang He replied, Its like fitting a puzzle together. You only have a small hint at first, but you must delve into it step by step until you finally restore the truth of the entire thing.

So its just for personal fun, not to be able to make snow for the dead. I hope you can go out and dont bother me here, Xu Yiman said with an expressionless face. The two corpses present here have no purpose other than to pique your interest!

Jiang He was about to say something else when Xu Yiman pushed him away.

Youll see it once the report is available, so rest assured. I wont crack any jokes about the deceased. Everyone is an autonomous individual, and I have no power to influence your thoughts. Even I will be thankful if you find the murderer in the end.

With that, Xu Yiman slammed the door shut.

Jiang He, who was standing at the door, looked at the anatomy rooms closed door. He was clueless about what he had done wrong. It was no surprise that he had constantly heard that women were a complicated species to grasp. That was not correct. Why did Li Weiyi, a powerful man, also force him out?

But Jiang He was not mad at all. He was pacing outside, contemplating the overall situation.

The two women that were killed by the same knife, a lost Apple mobile phone, and graffiti on the wall were discovered in a secret room on the sixth floor.

These seemingly unconnected events gradually started to appear coherent to Jiang He.

All of this was crystal clear in Jiang Hes mind, and it was impossible to forget it.

When Jiang He was asked who he was by An Jinzhong when he was previously apprehended at the police station, Jiang He responded that he was a patient.

Jiang Hes words were spot on because he was indeed a patient.

Since he was six years old, Jianghe has had a disease that everybody would envy: he has lost his ability to forget.

The brain of a person was like a stomach in another sense. The most satisfying food for you will always be the one you simply ingested. It was the same with memory. What was happening now will invariably be more vividly recollected than what occurred a week ago. Some memories are like gourmet food; once youve had it, you can always taste how delicate the moment was. Some recollections were the after-meal excretions of regular meals.

Jiang He, on the other hand, had lost his ability to get exhausted and would never forget anything.

For as long as he wished, he can recall the things he has done, the people he has met, the books he has read, and the way he has walked.

Even while reading a book, he would recall some telephone numbers he had seen years ago.

Jiang Hes ability to remember things was envied by his elementary school classmates. Others had to memorize books and formulas by revising them dozens of times. For Jiang He, he only needed to read it once to retain the information. He will never misplace anything or forget where he put the key.

When he was six years old, Jiang He regarded this to be the ultimate gift from heaven to himself, a sign of his distinctiveness and a means of consolation for his injured heart.

Jiang He was, indeed, unique.

There were more than 60 people in the world who had the same disease as Jiang He.

There were seven billion people on the planet, with a total of sixty patients.

It was truly a one-in-a-billion chance.

But why was this considered a disease?

It was only later on that Jiang He realized that not being able to forget was Gods greatest torture in life.