In the interrogation room at Scotland Yard, Arthur leaned against a chair.
Opposite the interrogation room, a makeshift wooden medical bed was set up, and several doctors with beads of sweat on their foreheads were carefully assembling and stitching the tiny corpse before them.
The supervising police officers standing behind Arthur saw this scene and their Adam's apples trembled from time to time.
Even the officers, accustomed to dirty environments and bloody scenes, struggled with this sight.
Some could not help but turn their heads away, while others furrowed their brows and closed their eyes.
After what felt like a long time, the doctors let out long breaths, raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, then pursed their lips, glanced at Arthur sitting on the chair, and respectfully reported back,
"Mr. Hastings, the body has been sewn up."