Xuan Wen had entered Lishan Hospital with Yang Yu. She was not worried about him running away at all. As long as she still had the "IOU," she had a way to find him.
Rubbing the bloodstains on the IOU, Xuan Wen smeared them onto a blank Posthumous Photograph. As she watched the blood slowly seep into the photograph, she parted her lips slightly and called Yang Yu's name.
Xuan Wen's ability was extremely uncanny. At her call, the bloodstains faded and merged with the shadows, tracing Yang Yu's outline in the Posthumous Photograph.
"That child is very cute. His family has always protected him, so he still doesn't know how cruel the world can be." The Yang Yu in the Posthumous Photograph had nothing whatsoever to do with the word "cute." He was ugly and deformed, but not one of those present cared about appearances.
Yang Yu looked like a child who had just woken up. His eyes snapped open, and he stared at Xuan Wen in disbelief, swinging both hands forward as though pounding on an invisible mirror.
"Tell your parent to come pick you up." Xuan Wen's bearing was nothing like that of a school disciplinarian, but her words made Yang Yu's scalp prickle. "If he doesn't come, your family will never see you again."
The bloodstains on the Posthumous Photograph flowed. Yang Yu screamed in terror at Xuan Wen, while Gao Ming and Red Raincoat stood nearby, sensing his aura and paying close attention to their surroundings.
A dozen or so seconds later, someone pushed open an iron cabinet at the very back of the Morgue Room from the inside.
The rusty iron cabinet had originally been used to store miscellaneous items. Inside hung clothes belonging to the dead, along with bones that had not been