This was a windowless room. The harsh white fluorescent light buzzed and sputtered for a long while, like something struggling on its deathbed, before finally flickering on.
A chill and a strange smell in the air engulfed the man who had just entered. He sighed, pushed up his glasses, and furrowed his brow deeply.
"Thank you, Mr. Fort. Please give me some time alone now."
"Of course, Commissioner Gordon. Here's the autopsy report. When you leave, please push the body back into the cold drawer, and remember to turn off the lights."
The coroner nodded understandingly at Gordon. As someone who had seen what lay beneath that white sheet, he understood Gordon's thoughts.
Such an abnormal phenomenon would naturally make the commissioner take abnormal actions.
In Europe and the United States, forensic centers were generally independent institutions. Every city had numerous police departments, and even outside agencies such as the FBI occasionally needed help from coroners.
Thus, forensic institutions were often affiliated with the research divisions of certain corporations or public universities, given warmer names like STAR Labs or something similar.
But Gotham was different from other cities. Since there was only one police department here, the coroners had no need to establish a separate forensic center elsewhere. They could work directly in the police station basement and remain affiliated with the department.
A torrential rain poured outside. Judging by the time, it should have been daylight by now, but Commissioner Gordon had not gone home. After arranging the night-shift officers' deployments, he still had a mountain of paperwork to handle.
Being a real police officer was nothing like the glamour of television dramas, where all you had to do was solve cases and catch criminals. There was still a massive amount of follow-up work afterward.
If you fired your