Gorgias

There were lots of dead bodies in the building. Apparently someone had been in there with a weapon, and killed them. This was clearly a case for the police. Just not for this guy. He arrived having eaten — a simple meal, something everyday — and left with a broke stomach.

See, the thing is, he wasn’t trained to appreciate dead people. He was trained to deal with mysteries and think hard about problems that other (living) people had caused. Nothing about dealing with corpses in his guidebook. And so when he arrived and saw the piles of empty shells of people, having bled all over the hardwood floors, bullet holes in the walls and in the heads and bellies and chests of the dead, he regurgitated, swallowed, then disposed of his entire meal, right onto the lobby floor.

And so his first murder case turned out to be a terrible thing to tell to his grandchildren as a bedtime story.