Under the professional team's highly efficient efforts, the ward was quickly cleaned up.
Of course, it was only a preliminary cleanup, involving the collection of the bodies and removal of most of the blood visible on the surface. Later, the room would still require more cautious and rigorous "follow-up procedures." By then, higher-level occult experts would conduct Spiritual Vision observations and assessments of the entire room to ensure that no dangerous contamination remained. But that was a matter for later.
Yu Sheng and Little Red Riding Hood followed the tall "director" back into the ward.
There was still some finishing work to do here.
A strange, sharp, cool scent drifted through the air. It came from the chemical mist sprayed by the cleanup team. An agent from the Special Operations Bureau, dressed in a yellow protective suit, was placing a small silver-white device in the center of the room. A hexagonal-prism-shaped structure embedded with blue crystals floated above it. Every crystal on the prism's surface rotated and occasionally emitted a faint clicking sound. Two armed agents in lightweight armor stood guard at the doorway, their faces tense.
The headless corpse in front of the desk had already been taken away. Two workers were examining the other traces left behind by the deceased. Yu Sheng saw them carefully placing a bloodstained notebook into a sample box. It was the very notebook that "Sun Chen" had continued writing in even after entering the world of the dead.
"Wait," Yu Sheng suddenly called out, stopping the workers. He stepped forward and reached for the notebook. "Let me see it."
The two workers exchanged glances, then instinctively turned their eyes toward the director beside them.
The goldfish swayed its fins in the water, and a gentle, magnetic voice came from the speaker: "Let him