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Warning: depictions of gore
Exercise: Certain tools leave distinctive impressions, as discussed in Module 3. Using the diagram, examine the crime scene and victim, and make inferences as to what tools could have made the following injuries. To be passed on Friday, class time.
Sometimes, Irina’s professor could actually keep up with her. Those classes were glorious. Maybe she shouldn’t have stayed out late at the morgue so that she could finish her assignment on time.
That would explain why Irina was hogging an empty classroom during break, a bit of chalk in her right hand and a pen in her left, scribbling down notes. Every once in a while, she would look up at the diagram and make small adjustments.
The diagram itself was drawn in unnecessarily accurate detail, barring the fact that it was all done in white chalk. It was the top view of what looked like a hotel room, with notes scribbled over several key points in the room. In the center was what looked like a disemboweled man, ropelike things poking out of what looked like a gash in the man’s abdomen.
Irina adjusted the edge of the wound with a few quick strokes of chalk and squinted at it. She lifted her pen to her eyes, in front of the blackboard, and lightly gestured with it, following the wound. She nodded to herself, having come to a conclusion, and scribbled furiously on her notes. It wasn’t part of the assignment, but she was having far too much fun to care. She probably wouldn’t even have noticed someone entering the room or watching her.
Warning: depictions of gore
Exercise: Certain tools leave distinctive impressions, as discussed in Module 3. Using the diagram, examine the crime scene and victim, and make inferences as to what tools could have made the following injuries. To be passed on Friday, class time.
Sometimes, Irina’s professor could actually keep up with her. Those classes were glorious. Maybe she shouldn’t have stayed out late at the morgue so that she could finish her assignment on time.
That would explain why Irina was hogging an empty classroom during break, a bit of chalk in her right hand and a pen in her left, scribbling down notes. Every once in a while, she would look up at the diagram and make small adjustments.
The diagram itself was drawn in unnecessarily accurate detail, barring the fact that it was all done in white chalk. It was the top view of what looked like a hotel room, with notes scribbled over several key points in the room. In the center was what looked like a disemboweled man, ropelike things poking out of what looked like a gash in the man’s abdomen.
Irina adjusted the edge of the wound with a few quick strokes of chalk and squinted at it. She lifted her pen to her eyes, in front of the blackboard, and lightly gestured with it, following the wound. She nodded to herself, having come to a conclusion, and scribbled furiously on her notes. It wasn’t part of the assignment, but she was having far too much fun to care. She probably wouldn’t even have noticed someone entering the room or watching her.
