You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Lancet's gaze passed over the dried human flesh and landed in a corner of the yard.

There, a huge dye vat was placed.

The dye vat was more than a meter tall and filled with a dark red liquid that was more than half full.

Next to the dye vat, there was a frame.

On the rack, an unfinished red wedding dress was hanging.

That red was so vivid it was almost blinding, as if it had been dyed with the blood of countless people.

On the other side of the dye vat, there were some scraps piled up.

It looked like some severed, non-standard hands and feet, and several heads with messy hair.

Lancet's gaze lingered for a moment on one of the heads, the head of a young woman.

The fear and pain she felt before her death still lingered on her face.

The lancet recognized her.

It's the female corpse from yesterday on the mountain path, the one whose handkerchief fell out of her sleeve.

So, this is where she finally found her home.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Lancet caught a glimpse behind the dye vat.

There seems to be something there.

She walked around the dye vat and went over to it.

She saw a shoe in the gap between the dye vat and the wall.

A red embroidered shoe.

The shoes were exquisite, with a pair of lifelike mandarin ducks embroidered in gold thread on the red silk upper.

It was exactly the same as what she had seen through the crack in the door last night.

However, there is only one here.

Where is the other one?

Lancet's gaze swept quickly across the backyard.

Finally, her gaze settled on a low woodshed in the corner.

The door to the woodshed was tightly shut.

But a trace of dark red, dried blood seeped out from under the door crack.

Moreover, a stronger sense of resentment than anywhere else in the courtyard was seeping out from that woodshed.

Liu Yedao's breath hitched slightly. He quietly walked to the door of the woodshed and listened intently to the sounds inside.

A dead silence.

She reached out and slowly pushed open the slightly ajar wooden door.

The woodshed was dark, with only a few rays of light shining through the holes in the roof, and dust swirling around.

The floor of the woodshed was covered with a thick layer of dry straw.

At the very back of the woodshed, a person lay on a pile of dry straw.

Or rather, a female corpse.

She was wearing a tattered undershirt, and her hands and feet were twisted into a bizarre position.

Her body had a bluish-gray hue, a color associated with death.

On one of her feet, she wore a red embroidered shoe.

But his other foot was bare.

Liu Yedao slowly walked over, squatted down, and carefully examined the corpse.

"The deceased was female, and her initial assessment is that she was between 16 and 18 years old."

The voice of the lancet rang out, and through thought, it was transformed into white text on the public screen.

"There are multiple suture marks on the surface of the body, mainly concentrated at the junctions of the neck, limbs and torso."

"The suturing technique was crude, using ordinary hemp thread, with messy stitches, and some areas had already cracked due to the decomposition of the body."

The scalpel fingers gently traced the gruesome suture line along the corpse's neck.

"The incision in the neck does not perfectly match the size of the skull."

"This head was transplanted from another corpse."

"Its body isn't even its own."

One sentence caused the live stream to explode instantly.

Holy crap! A composite of corpses?!

[Sew together body parts from different people to create a monster?]

Professor Chen also frowned, recalling some folk customs.

[Sewing up a corpse! This is one of the most insidious and vicious forms of ancient sorcery!]

Ancient people believed that the body of the deceased must be preserved in order to peacefully enter the cycle of reincarnation.

[The art of sewing corpses forcibly locks the remnants of different deceased individuals into a single, pieced-together body, leaving the soul incomplete, unable to be reborn, and filled with resentment, easily transforming into the most ferocious and malevolent ghosts!]

The scalpel swept across the barrage of comments and continued its examination.

"The deceased had signs of an old fracture in his left ankle, and the bone did not heal properly, resulting in deformity."

"This contradicts the suspended posture of the 'Red Dancer' last night."

"The dancer in red's feet are perfectly intact."

"This suggests that the source of the resentment of the ghost we saw last night may not have originated from this pieced-together body, but rather from... the embroidered shoes it was wearing."

"Or rather, it comes from the original owner of those shoes."

This deduction made Lu Zhixing's eyes light up.

I understand! Ghosts are formed from the condensation of obsessive thoughts.

This pieced-together corpse was merely a vessel for resentment.

[But the true embodiment of the "Red-Clad Dancer" consciousness came from the real dancer whose feet were cut off and made into embroidered shoes!]

Her obsession manifested itself in the shoes!

That's why the female ghost last night asked about "my handkerchief" instead of "my body"!

Because the "me" that it recognizes and cares about is the dancer who lost her token of love, not this stitched-together shell!

Brother Long looked at Liu Yedao and Lu Zhixing with a blank expression.

I felt like my mind was completely blank; how could I not deduce so much information from the lancet "examination"...

The experts gathered in the Lancet's live stream and quickly reached a basic conclusion.

A talented dancer was discovered because of her perfect feet.

Her feet were cut off, and the rest of her body probably became dried meat drying in the backyard.

Her head was sewn onto the corpse of another girl with a "perfect" figure, and together with her own embroidered shoes, they formed a perfect "ghost bride".

This bride, perhaps, is there to please someone.

As for the female corpse that dropped the handkerchief, it might just be a rejected "defective product".

The lancet examination has reached its final stage.

She gently pried open the woman's right hand, which was clenched tightly due to rigor mortis.

In the palm of the corpse lay half a jade pendant.

The jade pendant has a warm and smooth texture, and is engraved with an ancient seal character – “Qing”.

The broken ends were jagged, clearly indicating that it had been broken off by brute force.

"It's a token," Lancet said knowingly.

And it is very likely that it was a token of love that matched the handkerchief embroidered with azaleas.

The dancer held onto it until his death.

This may be the root of her persistent obsession.

She wasn't looking for a handkerchief.

She was looking for the person who gave her the handkerchief and jade pendant.

The willow-leaf knife carefully put away the half of the jade pendant.

She stood up and took one last look at the mangled corpse, her eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

As a forensic pathologist, she has witnessed too much death.

But this was the first time she had ever seen death so objectified, dismembered, and assembled like a commodity.

After all, committing crime is not an easy thing under the federal government.

Just as she was about to turn and leave.

"Squeak—"

A soft sound.

Outside the woodshed, at the entrance to the courtyard, the hunchbacked old man appeared silently.

His gaze swept across the entire courtyard and landed squarely on Liu Yedao, who had just emerged from the woodshed.

The hunchbacked old man grinned, his voice cold and filled with the rage of someone whose territory had been invaded.

"I saw something I shouldn't have seen..."

"...Let's keep it and use it as materials."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled a black bell from his pocket and shook it violently.

"Ring ring ring—!"

A sharp, piercing ringing sound instantly echoed throughout the entire backyard!