I remember the feeling of being poisoned - the burning sensation rising from my stomach, my limbs convulsing, and my consciousness being extinguished bit by bit. The last thing I remember seeing was the incandescent lights on the ceiling of my own forensic laboratory.
That was my previous life.
A modern forensic doctor who specializes in speaking for the dead was eventually drugged into a thermos cup. I was still analyzing a toxicology report while I was drinking it. Isn't it ridiculous?
But now...
I raised my hand and touched the wooden board above my head with my fingertips.
