What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

I carefully took a transparent evidence bag out of the cloth bag—a habit I'd picked up from a forensic friend before, and I never expected to use it in my own case today.

Then, I picked the wad of tissue stained with blood and butterfly powder into the bag and sealed it.

Although the origin of this butterfly powder is unknown, it was found at my second uncle's house. Considering my second uncle's background and methods, we can roughly guess that it is some kind of Gu poison.

And this bloodstain...

Regardless of whose it is, if it appears at my second uncle's house, it must be related to my second uncle.

Every poisonous creature has its own aura, and this eerie butterfly powder mixed with blood becomes the best road sign.

I pulled out a piece of dark gold thread from the cloth bag, tied one end to the evidence bag, and wrapped the other end around my left middle finger.

Then, I made a sword-finger gesture with my right hand, gently touched my brow, and closed my eyes.

"Seek the path to Yin, guide the blood and qi back to their origin. Go!"

With a low shout from me, the evidence bag suspended in mid-air seemed to be blown by the wind, swaying slightly against gravity, and finally straightened its dark gold thread, pointing directly at the door.

It works!

I opened my eyes, my gaze sharpening.

My grandfather told me when he passed this tracking method on to me that the person tracking and the medium cannot be too far apart, otherwise it will fail.

I found this thing in my cousin's room thinking I'd try anything, but I never expected...

Looking at the door that the dark gold line pointed to, I pondered for a moment.

Not inside the house.

I put away the dark gold thread, quickly walked out of the room, and followed the faint guidance downstairs.

Third floor... second floor... first floor.

The pulling sensation of the dark gold thread didn't point towards the main gate of the residential area, but rather towards the rusty iron gate leading underground.

It was an underground storage room in an old residential area, usually used to store miscellaneous items and park bicycles. It was dark, damp, and never saw the light of day.

With a frown, I pushed open the iron gate.

"Squeak—"

The sound of metal scraping echoed in the empty corridor, and a musty smell wafted towards me.

The environment inside was pitch black, so I had to turn on my phone's flashlight.

After turning on the flashlight, I was finally able to see the scene before me clearly.

The basement corridor was long and narrow, with small cubicles on both sides separated by wooden boards or iron bars. Most of them were locked and covered in dust.

Following the guidance of the dark gold thread in my hand, I walked deeper and deeper.

As I reached the end, the dark gold thread suddenly trembled violently in my hand, pointing directly to the last storage room on my left.

The storage room is in a very remote location, right in a dead corner of the stairs.

The door was a heavy security door, which looked out of place with the surrounding simple wooden doors, and it was obviously a later modification.

More importantly, there was a ring of white lime sprinkled under the door.

That's to keep out insects and ants, and also to prevent... the leakage of corpse energy.

I squatted down, dipped my finger in the lime, and smelled it.

Glutinous rice flour mixed with quicklime.

This is a folk remedy used to suppress zombie resurrection!

My heart sank.

Under what circumstances should we prevent the leakage of corpse energy and suppress corpse regeneration?

A sense of foreboding crept into my heart.

After taking a deep breath, I decided to open the door. No matter what was inside, I had to go in and see for myself.

Having made up my mind, I stood up, put away the gold thread, and took out the wire I used to unlock the lock from the cloth bag.

However, the lock cylinder of this security door is obviously more advanced than that of the one upstairs; it's a blade lock, which is very difficult to pry open.

After trying for two minutes, I still couldn't pry it open.

Since technical unlocking doesn't work, the only option is to break in by force.

But this would make too much noise and easily attract attention.

I took a step back and my gaze fell on the wall next to the door lock.

The partition walls of this old house are not thick and have been in disrepair for many years.

I channeled my inner strength, formed my right palm, and slammed it hard against the wall bricks on the side of the door lock.

"The Bone-Dislocating Method: The 'Shaking' Technique!"

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The seemingly solid wall softened under my palm strike, several red bricks loosened, and even the door frame tilted.

I grabbed the doorknob and yanked it out.

"Clang!"

I forcefully tore open a gap in the deformed door frame and the security door.

The beam of the flashlight shone in instantly.

When I saw what was inside, even though I've seen countless life and death, I couldn't help but gasp and feel a churning in my stomach.

The beam of the flashlight swayed in the cramped space, illuminating the small, enclosed room, which was less than ten square meters in size.

The walls were covered with yellow paper talismans, but the runes on them were not orthodox Taoist talismans. Instead, they were twisted patterns drawn with some kind of dark red blood—evil talismans used to "nurture evil spirits."

In the very center of the secret room, there was an iron-framed bed, and curled up on it was a human-shaped creature.

The thing was completely wrapped in a layer of translucent grayish-white filaments, like a giant humanoid cocoon.

When I saw that familiar figure, my heart sank.

Then, I stepped inside.

As I approached the bunk bed, I tentatively called out twice, "Brother...? Chen Gang...?"

My voice trembled slightly, and my throat was incredibly dry.

The cocoon seemed to hear my voice and twitched violently.

I forced myself to endure the churning in my stomach and rushed to the bedside, my hand trembling as I reached for the head of the cocoon.

There, the netting was a little sparser, revealing a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar to me.

It's Chen Gang.

But at this moment, he looked even more terrifying than a dead man.

His cheeks were sunken, and he was so thin that he was just skin and bones, as if something had drained all the essence of his flesh and blood.

The skin had an eerie bluish-purple color, covered with bumps of varying sizes, which were still wriggling slightly, as if countless living creatures were hiding beneath them.

"Uh...uh..."

A hissing sound came from Chen Gang's throat. He stared intently at me, and two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face.

I took a deep breath, and suddenly reached out with my right hand, pressing it against his carotid artery.

[Common Skills: The Autopsy Specialist]

The moment my fingertips touched his skin, a chilling, bone-deep coldness crept in through my fingers.

There is no pulse.

Or rather, his human pulse had stopped, and in its place were tiny, yet fragmented, beats, densely distributed throughout his body.

My heart sank to the bottom.

The internal organs are all empty, the meridians are all severed, and the flesh and blood have turned into mud.

Even a god couldn't save him!

In just one day, he has changed so much!

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, and asked him, "Brother, who... turned you into this?"

After hearing what I said, his lips twitched, and he could only squeeze out a few broken syllables from his throat.

But I still understood it.

"dad......"

Before I could react, he squeezed out a few more words: "Kill...kill...me..."