Starting with dissecting ghost stories

There are many ways to get away with a crime.

There are ways to exonerate someone if their body is intact, and there are also ways to deal with someone whose body is incomplete.

Li Ya was now lying unconscious on the ground, but Shen Xing did not let his guard down.

His guard was always on the doll in the corner, not on Li Ya.

He took the nylon cable ties that Li Ya had bought and tied Li Ya's hands and feet together through the cloth. Then he took a few more cable ties and went to the doll.

It did not react at all.

Shen Xing reached out and used a boning knife to stab the doll at close range.

The dagger did not cut through the fabric covering the doll's skin. The sensation from the dagger felt like it was stabbing into a soft, silicone-like object, rather than into the fabric.

Shen Xing slowly increased the force, but the other party still did not react.

The doll looked much thinner and more shriveled than when Shen Xing first saw it.

Have we run out of power?

Shen Xing switched to direct contact with his hands, but his hands were swirling with mutated flesh and blood, ready to be attacked at any moment.

No response.

For safety's sake, Shen Xing brought cable ties and tied the doll up almost like a rice dumpling.

Next, Shen Xing turned his attention to Li Ya.

He can take the doll with him at any time, but Li Ya is the main attraction tonight.

He removed the cable ties from Li Ya's hands, took off all his clothes, and dragged him to the table made of several stools, which was now covered with a semi-transparent plastic film.

After removing all of Li Ya's clothes, Shen Xingcai noticed something unusual about Li Ya.

There are more than a dozen places on his body where the skin no longer looks like skin, but rather like flesh-colored linen... as if it has been eroded.

If left unattended, he might turn into a burlap doll after a while.

Is this a side effect of using the puppet's power? Or does the puppet itself feed on Li Ya?

This at least proves that Li Ya is indeed no longer human.

Shen Xing had many things he wanted to try, but he had to do them one by one, and he also had to prevent Li Ya from waking up halfway through.

He continued to bind Li Ya's hands and feet with cloth through the cable ties, and took out a scalpel from his handbag.

He also took out several other plastic petri dishes.

Inside were some extremely thin slices.

Two of the pieces were [0121] mutated beef, while the other piece of scarlet muscle was an extension of his own body. Shen Xing cut it off and kept it.

Shen Xing made a small incision in Li Ya's left arm and placed the piece of scarlet muscle that he had cut off from his own body onto it.

When the muscle came into contact with Li Ya's wound, there was no reaction.

Won't the flesh and blood cut off from my own body react with other people?

Or is it because Li Ya is not abnormal?

Next, Shen Xing tried slicing beef, but Li Ya still didn't react at all.

Shen Xing took off his left glove and used a scalpel in his right hand to make an incision at the tip of his left index finger on his protective suit.

A tuft of muscle emerged from the gap and reached toward Li Ya's wound.

The moment the abnormal muscle bundle came into contact with the wound, a tiny portion of it burrowed inside.

Shen Xing could still sense the state of the detached part; it was frantically trying to repair the tiny wound.

It can even help others heal their wounds?

Shen Xing was somewhat surprised. Moreover, not only the wounds he had just created, but also the areas of skin on Li Ya's body that had already become infected had visibly shrunk considerably.

It can also suppress bodily abnormalities...

It seems that in addition to enhancing its own strength, the abnormal flesh and blood within its body also has the function of helping others heal their wounds.

This function might not be of much use to others, but it is extremely useful to Shen Xing.

This shows that Shen Xing could repeatedly heal and reuse an experimental subject that was originally non-renewable.

What a pity...

Shen Xing looked at Li Ya's body with some regret.

He also wanted to keep Li Ya for a few more days to experiment on him, but unfortunately, time did not allow it.

Li Ya's situation is too unstable, and there is a risk that the police will come knocking on her door at any time.

Time is of the essence; in the remaining time, we should try as many things as we can.

Burning, severed fingers, gouged eyes, broken bones.

Shen Xing repeatedly tested the healing limits of the mutated flesh and blood. What kind of injuries it could heal were all important data for Shen Xing.

At the same time, Shen Xing cut off all the mutated skin from Li Ya's body and piled it in a plastic dish.

Shen Xing's abnormal flesh and blood could even repair his skin... This was no longer limited to restoring flesh and blood; even his skin could regenerate.

Shen Xing even tried to sew [0121] into Li Ya's muscles, but unfortunately [0121] still did not react to Li Ya.

Li Yasu woke up a few times during the ordeal, but because the effects of chloroform were still in effect, he couldn't make any decent struggles. He could only keep begging Shen Xing to let him go in a weak voice, and then he began to confess his crimes in a pouring out manner.

He seemed to still regard Shen Xing as a policeman, and in his hallucination, he thought that Shen Xing had come to take his life on behalf of the police.

In the end, he began to curse Shen Xing frantically, saying that he possessed the same power as a doll. In his ravings, he fell into a coma again.

Shen Xing completely ignored his pleas, and no one would believe the pleas of a gambling addict... Oh, Shen Yuan would believe him.

But that's also because she's immature and hasn't yet experienced the complexities of human nature.

time is limited.

Shen Xing took one last look at the alarm clock he had brought—he knew the recording shop had alarm clocks, but the time might not be right—he needed to leave some time to clean up the mess.

Put on your clothes and start a fire?

No.

Shen Xing took off his blood-stained gloves and glanced around.

This was his first hunting ground.

He wanted to keep it.

Shen Xing dressed Li Ya again, with the professionalism and devotion of a mortician.

Then, like a professional set artist, he began to set up...

Busy, but fulfilled.

Shen Xing did a final check of the site and his "work".

The dimly lit room was completely encased in translucent industrial plastic film, and under the yellow light, it looked eerie and terrifying.

The air was filled with the cloying sweetness of chloroform, the pungent smell of methanol, and the nauseating cadaverine odor.

Li Ya huddled in the corner of the room, like a shrimp whose spinal cord had been drained.

His pupils were dilated to their limit, a result of the combined effects of excessive methamphetamine and chloroform.

In Li Ya's stiff right hand, he tightly gripped an empty syringe filled with melted methamphetamine. His hand was covered with numerous, dense, self-inflicted knife wounds.

The boning knife, dripping with blood, was stained with tissue and bodily fluids from the three heads inside.

The logic is sound, and the evidence is conclusive.

Shen Xing took off his gloves and put all the traces of his actions—including the shards of the glass used to make chloroform and other extra items—into his satchel.

Medical alcohol was spilled on the table, mixing with the disinfectant that was also spilled, and dripping onto the overturned bucket of banana oil below.

A pungent odor filled the entire room. Tomorrow morning, people walking on the street will smell it until someone calls the police.

Shen Xing didn't deal with the blood on the table; he just assumed it was blood left by Li Ya when she harmed herself.

Aside from the knife wounds he sustained from self-harm before his death, Li Ya had no other injuries whatsoever.

In this world, there is now a corpse that overdosed on drugs, knocked over the body disposal equipment, and inhaled excessive amounts of drugs and chloroform.

Li Ya could even imagine how the forensic report would be written.

He left the room.

"Splash!"

The sound of footsteps on the plastic sheeting could be heard.

Shen Xing, carrying a satchel and dragging the doll, pressed the button on the old-fashioned spherical door lock, went out, and took it with him.

The door automatically locks.

"Splash!"

The sound of raindrops falling on the protective suit rang out.

It's that time of year again—the plum rain season...

At 4:30 a.m., Shen Xing dragged his spoils into a side alley, taking off his protective suit as he went, and disappeared into the rainy night.

The world has lost one scumbag, but gained one serial killer who died unexpectedly.