You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The air inside the elevator was as thick as congealed blood.

Lin Chen's large arm, which was holding Jiang Tingxue, could clearly feel the subtle, almost imperceptible tremors emanating from her body.

That wasn't Lily's coy refusal.

Rather, it was the most primal fear and resistance deep within the soul of forensic pathologist Jiang Tingxue.

"bite--"

A crisp beep, like the doorbell of hell.

The heavy alloy elevator doors slid silently to both sides with a low, mechanical hum.

Outside the door, it's not a corridor.

Instead, it was a cold, pale world, completely permeated with the smell of blood and formaldehyde.

The overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with the pungent smell of disinfectant, almost solidified, instantly assaulted Jiang Tingxue's senses, choking her breath.

Her pupils contracted sharply to pinpoints in that instant.

Even though she had already been deeply hypnotized by Lin Chen, and even though she was used to seeing all kinds of horrific corpses in the morgue.

The scene before her eyes was like a red-hot iron hammer, shattering her psychological defenses.

This is an enormous underground space.

The blinding operating lights illuminated the place as bright as day, and every inch of the metal walls reflected a chilling light.

Dozens of giant, transparent culture chambers, each two meters tall, are arranged neatly on both sides like soldiers in formation.

The pale yellow formalin solution was not soaking a specimen.

Instead, they are hearts that are still beating slightly!

Slices of liver with a "fresh" color!

A pair of cloudy eyeballs!

These organs, which should be giving life in the warm chest cavity, are now displayed like goods on a supermarket shelf, with price tags, waiting for their "distinguished" buyers!

Further away, several figures were huddled in several iron cages made of thick steel bars.

They were wearing tattered hospital gowns, their mouths were taped shut, their hands and feet were shackled, and their eyes were closed, as if they had been injected with a strong sedative and were in a deep coma.

They are living, breathing people!

They are "parts" waiting to be disassembled!

This is not the hospital basement.

This is a slaughterhouse!

It is a living hell built upon the bones of countless innocent people!

In Lily's alluring eyes, all charm and allure vanished at this moment, leaving only endless horror and coldness.

Jiang Tingxue clenched her teeth tightly, making a soft "clucking" sound, as if the blood in her body had frozen.

Just then, at the end of the corridor, a core operating room with a stark white light caught Lin Chen's eye.

Through the huge one-way observation window, he saw a familiar figure.

Sun Changming!

That seemingly righteous and compassionate philanthropist during the day is now wearing a green surgical gown soaked in blood, a mask, and goggles, intently leaning over the operating table.

In his hand, he held a gleaming scalpel.

The movements were precise and skillful, even carrying a kind of morbid elegance of immersion.

He is cutting.

Like a skilled butcher dissecting his most satisfying prey.

Completely absorbed in this bloody "artistic creation," with his back to the door, he was completely unaware of the arrival of the two uninvited guests.

It's him!

It's really him!

Jiang Tingxue's mind went blank for a moment, and a scene flashed uncontrollably in her mind—it was last year, at her teacher Qin Shouren's birthday banquet, when Sun Changming held his teacher's hand and said with a sincere face, "Shouren, we are friends for life, and even more so, comrades-in-arms."

The gentle smile of the past now overlaps and tears apart with the demon who wielded the knife himself.

A violent emotion, a mixture of betrayal, anger, and disgust, erupted from the depths of her heart like a volcano!

Her body trembled violently, and she almost screamed out loud!

A rough, strong hand pressed firmly against her trembling shoulder.

Lin Chen did not turn around.

But an undeniable, icy will forcefully entered her body through that palm.

Don't move.

You are Lily.

These are all just your products.

The cold voice echoed directly in the depths of her mind.

The [God-level Hypnosis] was activated again, forcibly stripping away and suppressing her emotions that were on the verge of collapse.

Jiang Tingxue's rapid breathing miraculously calmed down.

The horror and anger in her eyes were overshadowed by a renewed surge of seductive allure and greed.

However, beneath that alluring disguise lies a killing intent colder than the Siberian cold front!

"Butcher, you've come."

A middle-aged man wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses, who looked very refined, walked over. His name tag read: "Attending Physician: Wu Qian".

He glanced at Sun Changming in the operating room, a flash of fanatical admiration in his eyes, then lowered his voice and said:

"The dean personally took charge today because it was for a big client."

"Your 'goods' are in operating room number two. They're a tough nut to crack, so the anesthesia dosage needs to be sufficient."

Wu Qian's gaze swept over Jiang Tingxue's voluptuous figure, he adjusted his glasses, and handed her a tray.

"This is the pretreatment reagent; proceed according to the procedure."

Lin Chen grinned, revealing the "butcher's" signature yellow teeth, and took the tray.

He put his arm around Jiang Tingxue and swaggered toward operating room number two, muttering curses under his breath.

"Damn it, they always give me this kind of troublesome stuff. Did they pay me extra?"

Wu Qian just smiled and turned to walk to the other side.

"Bang."

The door to operating room number two was closed, isolating it from the outside world.

On the cold operating table, a boy who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old was tightly bound with a belt.

His face was covered in tears and bruises, his mouth was gagged, and his clear eyes were filled with endless fear and despair.

The moment he saw Lin Chen and Jiang Tingxue enter, his weak body began to struggle violently, and a mournful "woo-woo" sound came from his throat.

Jiang Tingxue's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand!

Looking into the boy's desperate eyes, her hand, gripping the syringe filled with anesthetic on the tray, began to tremble violently!

The needle tip is right in front of me.

If you push it down, this vibrant life will be completely reduced to fish on a chopping board!

She can't do it!

"Lily."

The butcher's hoarse voice rang in her ears.

Lin Chen subtly shifted his tall frame slightly to the side, using his back to perfectly block the blind spot of the surveillance camera in the corner.

A warm, dry hand covered her icy, trembling hand.

The tremor was instantly soothed by a calm and reassuring force.

Jiang Tingxue's dreamy eyes met Lin Chen's unfathomable gaze.

Those eyes held no brutality or greed of a "butcher," only a calm and profound depth that brought her peace of mind.

And at that very moment.

The hand that Lin Chen had placed on the back of her hand moved!

[God-level magic hand speed], all-out!

His fingertips were so fast that they became a blur!

It's so fast it exceeds the limits of human vision!

Under Jiang Tingxue's shocked gaze, the syringe on the tray filled with deadly anesthetic and the syringe that Lin Chen had prepared in his sleeve, which looked exactly the same but contained a pale yellow liquid, were exchanged silently!

The whole process was smooth and fast, as quick as lightning!

It didn't even make a sound!

He had secretly hidden the replaced anesthetic in the other sleeve using the same method.

All of this happened in that brief second when he used his body to block the surveillance camera!

Lin Chen held Jiang Tingxue's hand, picked up the switched syringe, and inserted the needle into the boy's arm vein.

The pale yellow liquid was slowly pushed in.

That was a "false death powder" he concocted using his "god-level mastery of traditional Chinese medicine" and several special herbs combined with a powerful sedative.

It can induce a deep shock in the recipient within ten minutes, reducing heart rate, respiration, and pulse to a minimum, which is indistinguishable from actual death, but without causing any substantial harm to the body.

The fear in the boy's eyes was gradually replaced by a deathly silence.

His body stopped struggling, his breathing became barely audible, and he slowly closed his eyes.