Shangjing City, a hospital morgue.
Meltwater from the ice dripped steadily from the smooth autopsy table onto the floor. The corpse of a fair-skinned young girl lay quietly upon the table, her pale face as still as an ice sculpture. Beside her, An Qingyu, dressed in a white research coat, held a scalpel and performed surgery with focused care.
Behind him, a ghostly girl in a white dress sat atop the pitch-black coffin, blinking as she gazed at An Qingyu's profile.
If a hospital staff member had come down to the morgue at that moment, they would surely have been frightened unconscious by the sight before them. It was simply too inconceivable... Of course, An Qingyu had already made preparations. No one could enter this morgue.
Suddenly, An Qingyu seemed to sense something.
"Hm?"
He raised his head and looked in a certain direction.
"Shangjing City... so that's how it is." After pondering for a moment, realization appeared in An Qingyu's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Er's voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece.
"Nothing. My Rat Tide discovered quite a few dormant 'Mysteries' in Shangjing City. I was puzzled at first, but now I understand." An Qingyu smiled faintly. "Captain Shao Pingge's move was truly brilliant...
He established order within his own territory, like a monarch using invisible deterrence to suppress tangible enemies. No wonder he could lead a team in guarding Shangjing."
An Qingyu paused, then continued murmuring to himself. "But to achieve that, the 'monarch' needs to be extremely powerful. Once the 'monarch' guarding Shangjing cannot rely on his own strength to intimidate those rebellious 'Mysteries,' Shangjing City will descend into chaos...
But if that's the case..."
As An Qingyu modified Jiang Er's body, his brows gradually furrowed, as if he had thought of a difficult problem.
Jiang Er