If Cheng Xiaoming really was the employer,
why had he kept following Wei Guang and the others from the Fourth Branch?
If Tian Xiaolian really was the employer,
why had she vanished without a trace after first appearing at the scene of death?
If the seven victims had nothing in common apart from their ages,
then how exactly had the killer selected them?
Once the Killing Method had been determined, only one problem remained for Ji Li to face—the case itself.
The two mutilated corpses lay quietly atop the immaculate white sheets. The remaining blood had dyed them crimson, making them horrifyingly beautiful beneath the moonlight.
It was a unique kind of beauty, one that exuded a captivating refinement beneath its horrific theme.
The vacant human skin and the headless mutilated corpse were arranged neatly on either side of the bed, like two exhibits.
In a daze, Ji Li seemed to catch a rich fragrance.
It had not been there the last time he entered, but now that he had truly stepped inside, the scent had filled the entire space.
It was still just as contradictory.
A faint floral scent contained an overpowering richness, while the vitality of life seemed to grow from the withered corpses of the dead.
The scene before Ji Li underwent another peculiar transformation.
A cyan stem, blooming in furious splendor and growing wildly, emerged steadily from Yuan Kuan's flesh. Green leaves carrying a flower bud broke through the skin, speckled with Blood Droplets.
The green leaves wrapped around the bud, placing the hope of life and the desire for rebirth upon the dead body.
By the time it reached its peak, it had fully matured. The green leaves slowly unfurled, the process slow yet exceptionally elegant.
The pervasive floral scent reached its peak at that