Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Okay! Okay! I'll go right now!"

Yan Bugui felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He couldn't wait to get away from this bizarre scene and Old Liu's foul mouth. He quickly scurried into the dark kitchen next door and frantically started a fire to boil water.

Old Liu took a deep breath, his eyes becoming focused and sharp, as if he had returned to the "Liu Yishou" who once snatched people from the brink of death in pools of blood.

With practiced ease, he used scissors to cut open Yi Zhonghai's lower body clothing, exposing the affected area. The sight made even this old doctor's eye twitch slightly.

The situation was worse than he had imagined; the bleeding points were bizarre, and the tissue condition was unheard of.

Without further hesitation, he began a groundbreaking surgery.

Time passed under the dim light of the oil lamp, amidst the heavy smells of blood and herbs.

I don't know how much time passed.

Old Liu finally stopped moving, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and his hands and arms stained with strangely colored blood and tissue residue.

His face was pale, not from exhaustion, but from shock.

In the basin in front of me was half a basin of dark red blood, and floating in the blood were ten embryos that could already be distinguished by their heads, tails and limb buds!

Ten!

Ten in total!

Although extremely small, it truly resembles an early embryo.

Old Liu stared at the potted object, his eyes filled with the fanatical inquiry typical of a medical madman, as well as the fear of the unknown.

He practiced medicine his whole life, he had seen twins, heard of triplets, but never of decatriplets.

Is it still inside the man's belly?

This is simply the most unbelievable fantasy ever!

When Yan Bugui saw Old Man Liu standing there in a daze, and then saw that Yi Zhonghai on the table had a cloth covering his lower body and his breathing had become more steady, he felt a little more at ease.

He was about to ask a question when his gaze fell upon the ceramic basin…

"vomit--!"

Yan Bugui felt a churning in his stomach and almost vomited up his gallbladder.

He forced back his nausea and fear, pointed at the basin, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "This...this, what is this? Old Liu, this..."

Old Liu slowly turned his head to look at Yan Bugui, his expression extremely complex, a mixture of shock, absurdity, and even a hint of... eerie admiration.

"Teacher Yan, I know you're very fertile, you have four children, but I... I didn't expect you to be so 'fertile'..."

She paused, seemingly searching for the right words, "Yi Zhonghai got you pregnant with deceps...deceps!"

Then, Old Liu shook his head, as if lamenting the abortion of a world record: "What a pity, what a real pity. If it had been born, it would have definitely shocked the world and gone down in history..."

"That's not my child!!"

Yan Bugui couldn't help but roar out, his face turning a deep purplish-red, feeling like he couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Yi Zhonghai and I are completely innocent, utterly innocent! Don't talk nonsense!!"

"I understand... I understand..."

Old Liu gave him a look that said, "Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret for you," a look full of understanding and sympathy, and patted him on the shoulder.

Yan Bugui was so angry that he trembled all over and almost couldn't catch his breath.

Why can't this old man listen to reason?

He looked at the ten tiny embryos soaking in the blood in the basin, and fear, like a cold, venomous snake, slowly coiled around his heart.

Deceps...

Why exactly are they decaptors?

Thinking about this, Yan Bugui pondered it carefully and suddenly understood something.

In the courtyard, Jia Dongxu, Yan Jiecheng, Liu Guangtian, Banggeng, Liu Guangfu, the deaf old lady, an older woman, Xiaodang, Jia Zhangshi, and... the wife who was burned to death just now... are all dead.

Exactly... ten

And inside Yi Zhonghai's belly... there were exactly ten embryos!

Is this... really just a coincidence?

A terrifying thought exploded in his mind: Could it be that Yi Zhonghai's child... wasn't a child at all... but... a ghost child?

Is it the vengeful spirits of the dead in the courtyard?

So, ten deaths would result in decombions?

"A ghost...a ghost fetus...?"

Yan Bugui was pale, his lips trembled, and he murmured unconsciously, his breathing almost stopping.

Old Liu was packing up his equipment and didn't hear his mutterings clearly. Thinking he was still agonizing over the loss of his child, he casually offered some words of "comfort":

"Teacher Yan, don't be too sad. You can have another child later... But next time, ask your wife for help."

True love, it may be, only exists between men...

But you also need to take care of Yi Zhonghai's health, right?

His severe bleeding this time has damaged his health; he probably won't be able to carry deceps for you again...

This is, after all, a tragic fate. For a man to give birth violates human ethics and moral principles, and even God... probably wouldn't allow it..."

This is outrageous!

A tragic fate!

Yan Bugui looked at the ten glaring "embryos" floating in the bloody water in the basin, and then at the unconscious Yi Zhonghai.

Then I think of Yang Ruihua, who died tragically in the fire, and his eldest son Yan Jiecheng, who is already dead...

An overwhelming chill and despair completely engulfed him.

……

It was early morning outside courtyard house number 95.

Many of the firefighters, exhausted, sat on the ground, their faces streaked with black and white, gazing at the ruins with lingering fear.

Police and firefighters are still conducting final checks and cleanups to prevent the fire from reigniting.

Chief Li's voice was already hoarse from shouting. He was organizing police officers to maintain order, disperse onlookers, and arrange manpower to tally the losses and possible casualties (besides the known Yang Ruihua).

His brows were furrowed, and a heavy weight pressed on his heart: the fire started too strangely, precisely at the time of Jia Zhangshi's mysterious death.

Moreover, although Yang Ruihua's body was brought out, her appearance itself was strange.

In the direction of the police station.

Qin Ming practically ran all the way back, his ominous premonition growing stronger and stronger.

He left Chief Li to handle the fire, while he and several capable subordinates rushed back to the police station without stopping.

How did Yang Ruihua end up at the fire scene?

She should have been detained in the police station's temporary detention room along with Yan Bugui's other family members.

Even if most of the police station's staff were transferred to fight the fire, there should still be someone guarding the area.

Did she disappear into thin air from the dark room like Jia Zhangshi?

This is definitely not a simple accident or coincidence.

Although the thought of "evil spirits" deep in his heart was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress, as a criminal police officer, his professional ethics forced him to think and investigate from a human and logical perspective.

The report can't exactly say "suspected evil spirits set fire and moved the body," can it?

As soon as Qin Ming rushed into the police station, an unusual silence made his heart sink.

It's so quiet!

What about the police officers who stayed behind?

"Separate teams to check! Detention cells! Duty room! Focus on checking Lin Tian and his sister, and Xiao Han!"

Qin Ming gave the order sternly, and then, with a clear objective, rushed straight to the duty dormitory.

Before he even reached the door, his heart sank.

Outside the duty dormitory, two police officers who should have been on duty were lying crookedly on the ground, motionless.

"Xiao Zhang! Xiao Liu!"

Qin Ming rushed forward, crouched down, and quickly probed the carotid arteries of the two men with his fingers.

I could feel a faint pulse and a breath coming from my fingertips!

She just fainted!

He breathed a slight sigh of relief; thankfully, the person was still alive.

But then, an even greater anxiety welled up inside: the guard had been subdued, and what about the people inside the dormitory…?

He slapped the faces of the two unconscious officers forcefully: "Wake up! Wake up! What happened?"

The two police officers woke up groggily, clutching their heads and groaning, their eyes glazed over.

Seeing Qin Ming's anxious face, Xiao Zhang jolted awake, struggling to sit up, and stammered, "Qin... Captain Qin? I...we..."

……