Volume Twelve: Invitation from Hell Chapter Fourteen: The Seventh Invitation

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“Phoenix, the seventh invitation has appeared. You won’t guess who the victim is this time,” Xuan Chen called out to Yao Guang at the door before heading out.

“Who is it?” Yao Guang asked.

“A wildly popular female internet celebrity named Mo Mo, full name Ren Yumo,” Xuan Chen replied.

“Well, this will stir up another storm online. Whoever receives a Hell’s invitation must have a seriously questionable character. Xuan Chen, have you noticed that all the victims in these Hell’s invitation cases have committed serious crimes? None of them have been wrongly accused so far. This regional envoy acts as an executor beyond the law. But in this world, only the law has the authority to judge,” Yao Guang said as she got into the car.

“This regional envoy thinks of himself as the Grim Reaper. Once we find him, we’ll send him to meet the real Death,” Xuan Chen started the car and drove toward the crime scene.

Inside a small apartment filled with the stench of blood, Yao Guang entered and saw in the living room a nail bed with a person kneeling on it. It was a woman in her twenties, wearing only a thin, sheer nightgown. She was half-kneeling, half-lying on the nail bed, her body pierced by the nails, blood flowing down the board. Yao Guang approached and realized those so-called nails were actually small knives bundled together. The girl’s posture looked as if she was crawling.

“Phoenix, here’s the invitation,” Captain Song handed over a black card.

Yao Guang opened it, revealing red printed text:

Inviter: Ren Yumo.

You love showing off your kindness online, don’t you? You enjoy everyone liking your posts, hugging all sorts of little animals for photos, right? You’re adorable, and I like you too. Come, be a guest in Hell. I’m waiting for you. Let’s take pictures together, shall we?

Signed: The Hell Messenger.

“This invitation is strange. Is being an influencer a crime now?” Jiang Yun looked puzzled as she read the words.

“Being an influencer isn’t a crime, nor is putting on a show. The crime lies in using others and then discarding them. Let’s see what Mo Mo has discarded,” Yao Guang said.

She surveyed the small apartment. It wasn’t large, decorated adorably with mostly pink hues—the colors favored by female influencers to attract attention.

“Preliminary estimate puts the time of death between 1 a.m. and 2 a.m. Cause of death: excessive blood loss. No strangulation marks, no signs of mechanical asphyxiation, and no binding marks. The rest will be confirmed after the autopsy,” Lele reported.

“The doors and windows are intact, with no signs of forced entry. The surveillance is still just static,” Captain Song sighed helplessly, making a gesture.

Yao Guang looked around but found nothing, then returned to the police station.

“How did Mo Mo offend the Hell Messenger to be killed like this? Master, her death is so strange,” Jiang Yun said.

“The seventh invitation—probably from Hell’s seventh level. What is on the seventh level? Can we find clues there?” Huo Mingkun asked.

“Hell’s seventh levelI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.