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

The middle-aged man's eyes also reddened. He stared intently at the face, his lips trembling, and after a long while, he managed to choke out, "Master Chen, what exactly happened? The doctor said it was suicide, but how can suicide make you age?"

I stood aside, watching the poor parents, and sighed inwardly.

The truth is too cruel.

Tell them that their daughter's life was taken by an evil cultivator, and that she not only died tragically but also had her soul incomplete.

They can't afford it, and they can't solve it.

"Uncle, there are some things that even medicine can't explain."

I spoke softly, my voice steady and gentle.

"My child is working away from home and may have suffered a lot, and his body is severely overworked."

Furthermore, while such sudden organ failure is rare in forensic medicine, it is not unprecedented.

The middle-aged man kept his head down, I don't know if he believed my nonsense.

I walked to the platform and helped them tidy up the white cloth, covering the faint red mark on the girl's wrist.

"Uncle, Auntie, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Let the child rest in peace as soon as possible."

I paused, looked into their eyes, and casually remarked, "However, the child didn't look good when he passed away. According to the rules of our line of work, this is called 'the face reflects the heart,' meaning the anger is trapped within."

If you believe, after returning to your hometown, it's best to find a proper Taoist temple and ask a few masters to perform a proper ritual for the child's salvation.

I don't ask for great wealth or status, I only hope my child can have a smooth and successful life.

I spoke very cryptically.

But the middle-aged man clearly understood something else. He gave me a deep look and nodded: "I understand, Master Chen. Thank you for reminding me."

There's an old gentleman back in our hometown; we'll go and invite him when we get back.

I nodded and didn't say anything more.

That's all I have to say; to say anything more would be going too far.

The family members stayed inside for more than half an hour, and only after being persuaded by Director Wang did they reluctantly go to complete the subsequent cremation procedures.

Watching their departing figures, I stood at the door of the cosmetic surgery room, still feeling a tightness in my chest.

These heretical practitioners, for their own selfish desires, destroy the hopes of an entire family.

I went back to the lounge and sat in a chair, lost in thought.

In the afternoon, my phone finally vibrated.

I picked up my phone, and Lu Yan's name appeared on the screen.

When the call connected, the voice on the other end wasn't the usual decisive and cool tone, but rather one tinged with suppressed frustration and exhaustion.

"Chen Yang, that man has confessed."

Lu Yan got straight to the point. In the background, there seemed to be someone flipping through documents and hushed arguments.

"Based on the confessions and the investigation by the bureau's members, it was confirmed that the 'Red Girl' was in Jinxiufang, Yanzhi Lane, Xicheng District."

She was not only a heretical cultivator who borrowed lives, but also an underground medium who had been operating for many years and had a lot of lives on her hands.

The bureau has approved the arrest operation.

"Judging from your tone, it sounds like you're in trouble?"

I sat in the chair, fiddling with the two walnuts I had last night.

"An inspection team from the provincial bureau insisted on conducting a standardized law enforcement surprise inspection at this critical juncture, and specifically requested that I accompany them to report on their work."

Lu Yan snorted coldly, clearly disgusted by this bureaucratic style.

"I can't leave, but we can't delay with Hong Gu, or things might change."

I've already dispatched two members of the special operations team, along with Operation Team One, over there.

"But I'm still a little worried."

Lu Yan paused, her voice softening slightly.

"Rouge Lane has a complicated layout. Since Hong Gu dared to open a shop there, she must have a backup plan."

Although the people sent this time were skilled, they lacked experience in dealing with this kind of strange formation.

Chen Yang, I need your help.

I smiled, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the gloomy sky outside: "You want me to go and keep watch?"

"Yes, I owe you a favor," Lu Yan said.

"You don't need to be under the command of the action team. Just take action at crucial moments and make sure the brothers don't get killed in there."

"Okay, send me your location."

I agreed readily.

It wasn't just because of Lu Yan's favor, but also because of the inexplicable cause and effect.

I not only stitched up the girl's body, but I also personally sent the man inside.

I've gotten too involved in this matter, and it's not my style to back out now.

Either don't do it at all, or do it thoroughly.

After hanging up the phone, I tidied up a bit.

After confirming that the lancet and bone needles were in good condition, I went out, got in my car, and drove straight to the Xicheng District.

At 8:00 sharp, I arrived at the meeting point at the entrance of Rouge Alley on time.

This is deep in the old town, where the streetlights are dim and the buildings on both sides are dilapidated.

Several black vans disguised as civilian vehicles were parked on the side of the road with their windows closed.

I had just parked my car when the door of a minivan opened.

Two men wearing black tactical jackets came down.

By the light of the streetlamp, I could see their faces clearly, and I was momentarily stunned, before a smile appeared on my lips.

"So it was the two of you."

Leading the way was a burly man whose muscles bulged out of his tactical uniform, and he carried a huge black metal box on his back.

Following behind him was a thin, bespectacled young man carrying a long, rectangular peach wood sword case.

It was Zhao Tie and Zhou Ming.

"Mr. Chen!"

When Zhao Tie saw me, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his fierce face.

He strode over, extending his large, fan-like hand to pat my shoulder, but then seemed to remember something and awkwardly withdrew it, scratching his head.

"Director Lu said he'd brought in a top expert to oversee things. I was wondering who it was, but it's you! That puts the job in the bag!"

Zhou Ming adjusted his glasses, stepped forward, bowed respectfully to me, and said, "Mr. Chen, it's been a long time."

"We still vividly remember your brilliance after our last parting at the underground palace."

They treated me very politely, even with a hint of awe.

After all, the skills and strength I displayed in the battle in the underground palace left a deep impression on them.

In this industry, ability is the only true currency.

"We're all old friends, no need to be so polite."

I said calmly, "Director Lu has told me everything. This operation is led by you; I'm only responsible for checking for any omissions or gaps."

"Mr. Chen, you are too modest."

Zhao Tie chuckled and patted the metal box on his back, making a dull thud.

"Now that you're here, we have even more confidence."

"I'll lead the charge this time. This black iron shield is one I just got from the bureau; ordinary evil magic can't break it at all."

"Then I'll be in charge of breaking through barriers and providing magical support."

Zhou Ming continued, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

After a few brief pleasantries, we got to work.

The ordinary members of the action team were responsible for blocking off the road intersections and evacuating the crowd.

The three of us formed a commando team and went directly into Rouge Lane.

It's still raining.