After hearing the story, Chen Miao's first impression was that lunatics were scarier than ghosts.
But two people had died in the same place, one after another, in exactly the same way. Madness alone probably couldn't explain that.
"Have the police provided any information? Is it a serial killing, or something else?"
Chen Guokun took out a cigarette and offered one to Chen Miao.
"Thanks, I don't smoke."
Chen Miao pushed the ashtray Elder Uncle had left behind toward Chen Guokun.
"The police are investigating. So far, neither the doctor, Li Ming, nor the nurse who died afterward showed any signs of anything other than self-harm."
Hearing that, Chen Miao asked, "Then is that enough to prove it was a supernatural incident?"
Chen Guokun tapped the ash off his cigarette.
"Cutting off the skin of your face alone won't kill you outright."
"What killed them was their hearts stopping."
"The medical examiner's conclusion was sudden death."
At the words "sudden death," Chen Miao fell silent.
It wasn't as if he had never received clients who had died suddenly. But ever since Old Wang had died of "sudden death," he had found it hard to view that manner of death normally.
Seeing Chen Miao fall silent, Chen Guokun shared another piece of news.
"When we received the call two days ago, the Lead Surgeon had died. The next day, the nurse died. And just before I came to see you, someone else died."
"This time, it was a sales representative. The manner of death was the same as before."
"Last night, Tong Yu and I spent the whole night at that aesthetic medical center. By the time we sensed fluctuations in yin energy, the sales representative was already lying on the operating table."
At this point, Chen Guokun's brow furrowed deeply.