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

"Chen Yang...do you know that person from earlier?"

Lu Yan turned around and asked me.

Clearly, she also realized that something was amiss.

I shook my head, my mind a jumbled mess.

"I don't know him... but I can sense that the energy he's using is exactly the same as mine."

"You mean, he's also a corpse stitcher?"

"Very likely..."

Just then, the loud roar of propellers came from outside the window.

Several searchlights shone over, illuminating the entire living room.

"It's our mentor! The people from the provincial bureau have arrived!" Lu Yan exclaimed in surprise.

I leaned against the wall, watching the helicopter slowly descend outside the window, but I felt no sense of relief.

The series of events that happened tonight made me realize that the conspiracy hidden behind this bill is probably much deeper than I imagined.

The appearance of that mysterious masked man likely has a hidden story behind it.

At this moment, the helicopter slowly hovered above the broken copper ceiling.

Several special agents dressed in all-black combat uniforms and armed with firearms quickly rappelled into the house.

They acted swiftly; their first action upon entering the house was not to rescue anyone, but to quickly control all entrances and exits and scan the entire room with a strange silver instrument.

"Safe. Threat eliminated."

As the report ended, a tall figure walked in from outside the gate.

Judging by his demeanor, this must be the "mentor" Lu Yan mentioned.

To my surprise, the "mentor" that Lu Yan mentioned, who could influence the situation in Jiangcheng, turned out to be a woman.

She looked to be around forty years old, very well-maintained, with fair skin, except for a few faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

"teacher……"

Upon seeing this woman, Lu Yan, who had been standing ramrod straight, slowly bent down a little, as if she had breathed a sigh of relief.

The words that came out of his mouth also carried a hint of weariness that was not usually noticeable.

It seems that this "mentor" is indeed trusted by Lu Yan.

The woman walked up to Lu Yan, glanced at her dusty bathrobe and the wounds all over her body, and frowned slightly.

Afterwards, she took off her trench coat and gently draped it over Lu Yan's shoulders.

"Well done, Xiao Yan. You didn't let Zheng Yidao down."

Her voice was cold and detached, like a pool of autumn water.

Lu Yan didn't say much. She took out the account book from her bosom and handed it over.

I was a little surprised; I hadn't expected that she would always carry this with her.

"This is... evidence. The Jiangcheng Bureau is rotten; I'm being hunted down by my own people here."

Lu Yan's voice was unsteady and somewhat low.

After taking the ledger, the woman did not rush to look at it. Instead, she gently stroked the cover with her fingers, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.

"I understand. Leave the rest to me."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head, and for the first time, her phoenix eyes fell on me.

Her gaze was sharp, scrutinizing me.

"Is this the corpse-stitching man, Chen Yang?"

I held the scalpel, stood casually, and smiled. "Greetings, sir. I'm just an assistant mortician."

The woman gave me a deep look, her gaze lingering for a moment on the scalpel in my hand.

"To be able to kill a century-old corpse monster with the help of a severely injured Xiao Yan, Mr. Chen, your 'help' is no small feat."

She said it calmly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Take him away, we shouldn't stay here any longer."

As soon as she finished speaking, several special agents walked up to me.

Although their attitude was relatively polite, the demeanor of semi-escort was quite obvious.

I didn't resist and followed them outside.

Just as I was passing by the ruins at the entrance, my foot suddenly stopped.

That's where the masked man was standing.

Amidst a pile of rubble and wood chips, a barely noticeable black glint flashed.

Is it something left behind by that masked man?

Without the slightest hesitation, I made a quick decision.

I pretended to be exhausted, my legs gave way, and I slumped to the side, my hand instinctively bracing myself on the ground.

"Ouch, my leg is numb."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, I gave a wry smile and pretended to be weak.

The special agents next to me instinctively reached out to help me.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, I quickly ran my right hand through the pile of rubble.

My fingertips touched something icy cold.

It was a needle, about three inches long, completely black, and it didn't feel like metal; it felt more like it was made from some kind of bone.

More importantly, the moment my fingers touched it, the malevolent energy within me involuntarily jerked for a moment.

I resisted the urge to investigate further and quietly slipped the black bone needle into my inner pocket.

"Thank you, thank you."

I used the special agents' strength to stand up and followed them out.

After going downstairs, I was led to a completely black van with special privacy film on the windows, so you couldn't see out from the inside.

Lu Yan was put in another car, supposedly for emergency treatment.

The car drove for a long time, about two and a half hours.

When the car door opened again, a lush green forest came into view.

This place appears to be a private sanatorium in the suburbs, with a tranquil environment, but the high walls and surveillance cameras all around tell me that this is a prison.

A soft prison specifically for detaining or protecting special individuals.

After getting off the vehicle, my special agents were taken to a room on the third floor.

The room was large and decorated like a five-star hotel suite, with a private bathroom, study, and even a spacious balcony.

However, there was no cell phone signal, no internet, and even the television signal was cut off.

"Mr. Chen, please make do with staying here for now."

A staff member in a black suit stood at the door, his polite demeanor tinged with a hint of indifference.

"For your safety and to cooperate with our investigation, please do not leave this room for the time being. Three meals a day will be delivered to you."

"Where's my phone?" I asked.

"We will keep it for now. We will return it to you once the investigation is complete."

After the other person finished speaking, they closed the door directly.

With a "click," the door was locked from the outside.

I stood in the middle of the room, listening to the sound of the door lock closing, and the smile on my face slowly disappeared.

I went out onto the balcony and glanced downstairs.

Armed guards patrolled the courtyard, and there was even an electric fence on the wall.

It's impossible to escape once you have wings.

However, I didn't plan to run away.

Although it's house arrest here, it's at least much safer than being hunted down by the Jiangcheng Bureau outside.

Moreover, since Lu Yan handed over the account book, it means that this "mentor" is at least on our side in terms of stance.

A major earthquake is bound to happen in Jiangcheng soon, so staying here is much safer than wandering around aimlessly.