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

"This is clearly a serious criminal case."

The body was just pulled from the reservoir last night and brought here. The forensic doctor just finished the autopsy, and there's still no lead in the case.

In cases like these, before it's time to notify the family to claim the body for cremation, nobody pressures us at all; we just leave it frozen in the freezer.

Upon hearing this, I calmly nodded, having already formed my own judgment.

Old Zhang is definitely not the kind of person who likes to show off or be in the limelight.

Since neither the police nor the family members have urged him to do anything, there is only one possibility left for him to stay up late at night and sew up the body.

There's something wrong with that body.

When a person dies violently, their body is tied to a stone and sunk to the bottom of the water. The resentment and evil energy of the water intertwine, easily forming a dark magnetic field that can affect the mind of the living.

Old Zhang was already physically weak and lacked Yang energy.

It's highly likely that he got too close while on duty last night and was "spellbound" by the resentment emanating from the corpse.

This is what is commonly known as being bewitched.

The mutilated body instinctively yearned to be repaired, and this intense obsession subtly influenced Old Zhang.

That's why he went crazy, tirelessly trying to sew with needle and thread.

At this point, Director Wang also let out a sigh.

He leaned forward slightly and said to me:

"Xiao Chen, this matter has a strange edge to it, and only you in the museum can handle it."

I called you here so you could go to the second basement level and dispose of that body.

Sew what needs sewing, pack what needs packing, and once everything is neatly arranged, stuff it directly into the freezer and lock it up.

I'm genuinely afraid that stubborn old Zhang won't give up after he goes back.

"If he goes crazy again and sneaks back to the facility in the middle of the night to secretly sew up the body, then we can hold his memorial service here tomorrow, and I won't be able to continue as the director."

"Okay, Director, don't worry."

I stood up, my movements composed.

"Leave this job to me. I'll go down and check the situation right away. I'll make sure it's handled properly and completely eliminates any thought Old Zhang might have of touching that corpse again."

"Go ahead, go ahead, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Chen."

Once this is done, I'll approve the highest level of special allowance for you.

Director Wang waved his hand with a sigh of relief, and the worry on his face dissipated considerably.

After leaving the director's office, I took the elevator directly to the second basement level.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a gust of cold air rushed in.

The corridor was quiet, with only the monotonous hum of the exhaust fan overhead.

I walked straight to the end of the corridor and pushed open the heavy soundproof door.

After stepping into the cosmetic surgery room, I looked up.

On the stainless steel dissection table in the center of the room, a thick black body bag lay quietly.

The zipper of the body bag was half-open, revealing a pale and swollen male body.

I walked to the front of the stage, put on medical gloves and a mask, and reached out to fully unzip the zipper.

The scene that came into view was extremely tragic.

The body was soaked in water until it resembled a steamed bun, with several huge lacerations in its abdomen and chest cavity, and its internal organs were completely mutilated.

The edges of the wound were an eerie, pale white, with no blood flowing out.

And where the skin and flesh were rolled up, there was a thin layer of white frost.

The marks left by Lao Zhang's attempt to stitch up the body's neck and chest last night were still clearly visible.

Strangely, the skin and flesh at the suture site showed no signs of closing.

A few wisps of black resentment, barely perceptible to ordinary people, were seeping out along the stitching, as if resisting the crude repair.

I stretched out my finger and probed above the wound on the corpse from a distance.

The cool aura between my brows stirred slightly, and I immediately sensed a strong resistance and resentment.

This body must have endured immense suffering before death, and was subsequently submerged in water.

A large amount of resentment, combined with the water's malevolent energy, condensed within the mangled body, making the corpse's malevolent aura terrifyingly heavy.

No wonder Old Zhang was bewitched.

Old Zhang's ordinary sewing method was definitely not going to work.

If the evil aura on the corpse is not removed, even if the needle and thread are sewn up, it will be broken.

If no one intervenes, Old Zhang is very likely to come back and sew up the corpse again, just like Director Wang said, and then get caught in a cycle, being worn down to death by the evil energy on the corpse.

"Resentment locks the meridians, water seals the soul."

I looked at the corpse on the platform and muttered something to myself.

However, while this kind of corpse is difficult for Lao Zhang to deal with, it's a piece of cake for me.

Once the malevolent aura emanating from it dissipated, all that remained was a lump of dead flesh.

After saying that, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the black bone needle.

"Since I've taken on your job, I'll naturally make sure you have a dignified journey."

As for your resentment, let it obediently become nourishment for my cultivation.

I looked at the corpse on the platform and muttered something.

After threading the needle, I pinched the bone needle and pierced it directly into the deepest tear in the corpse's chest cavity.

The moment the needle pierced the pale flesh, a dense, chilling aura suddenly erupted from the corpse.

It felt as if an invisible hand was trying to push my wrist away.

Seeing this, I snorted coldly, and the evil pill in my dantian suddenly accelerated its circulation.

A powerful aura of malevolence surged from my right arm, directly crushing the corpse.

The water-evil resentment that tried to resist instantly crumbled upon contact with my evil energy, and was forcibly forced back into the corpse.

Without the hindrance of resentment, my movements became fluid and effortless.

Black bone needles danced between my fingertips, weaving through the mangled flesh of the corpse.

At the same time, under the suppression and guidance of my evil energy, with each needle, the layer of white frost on the corpse's wound would melt away a little.

The pale skin that had been curled outwards was now tightly bound together by the sutures.

As the stitching progressed, I could clearly feel wisps of pure malevolent energy flowing continuously into my fingertips through the black bone needles.

Then, it travels upwards along the meridians, eventually converging in my dantian, where it is then ground and absorbed by the evil pill.

About half an hour later, I perfectly stitched up the last huge laceration on the body.

I put away the bone needles and cut the sutures.

Although the corpse still looked pale and swollen, the chilling aura of resentment had completely dissipated.

Instead, there was a peace that the dead deserved.

Just as I was preparing to give the body a final clean-up, the cool sensation between my brows suddenly trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a very brief yet exceptionally clear fragmented image flashed through my mind without warning.

That must have been the deceased's field of vision during the last few seconds of their life.

The scene depicts a dark, muddy riverbank.