Volume Twelve: The Invitation from Hell Chapter Sixteen: The Eighth Invitation

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“Phoenix, a private hospital on Xianghai Street has found the invitation to the Eighth Chapter.” Xuan Chen hung up the phone and looked at Phoenix.

“The Eighth Layer of Hell has appeared. Let’s go.” Yao Guang said as she followed him outside.

The private hospital on Xianghai Street is called Wu Yonghan General Hospital. It has already been taken over by the police. When Yao Guang entered, there were still a few patients receiving treatment.

“The deceased is the hospital director, Wu Yonghan. The body was found inside a vertical freezer in the third-floor operating room. It was discovered by a doctor who came to check before an afternoon surgery. To his shock, upon entering the anesthesia room, he saw the hospital director standing stiff inside the large freezer. His eyes were wide open, and he was already frozen solid. The doctor immediately called the police.” Captain Song approached and handed over a black invitation card. Yao Guang took it and opened it.

Inviter: Wu Yonghan

Do you know how many lives’ blood is on your hands? How many lives have you saved, and how many have you taken? Many don’t realize that once you enter your hospital, you can’t leave. Are you a doctor or the Grim Reaper? Master Kasyapa, smiling while holding a flower, can become a Buddha with one thought, or a demon in a year.

Signed: The Messenger of Hell.

“What does it mean—once you enter your hospital, you can’t get out?” Yao Guang found the words strange. The lobby was adorned with banners from grateful patients and commendations from the government, indicating the hospital had a respectable standing and reputation. How could it be that no one could leave?

“We didn’t understand it either. How could no one leave? It’s quite a good place. The doctors are skilled. I was treated for a stomach illness here. Though it’s a private hospital, the prices aren’t high. Some medicines are even cheaper than at pharmacies. The service attitude here is excellent,” Captain Song said, puzzled.

“Let’s set this strange message aside for now and examine the deceased and the scene,” Yao Guang said.

“Because it’s a hospital, there were fingerprints and footprints everywhere, making it impossible to extract any useful ones. The operating room had no fingerprints or footprints at all. The scene showed signs of being cleaned. All surveillance footage from 1 to 2 a.m. was just static—nothing was captured. Since there were no inpatients recently and no night staff, we couldn’t obtain any clues from forensic evidence,” Captain Song made an exasperated gesture.

They arrived at the third-floor operating room. The anesthesia room was separated by a glass door. Inside was a large vertical freezer, with a man standing inside. The man was not tall, slightly thin, but his face was handsome and refined. He wore a white shirt with a tie, black trousers, black leather shoes, and a clean, tidy white coat. He looked neat and elegant. How could such a man be targeted by the Messenger of Hell? What crime did he commit to be frozen here?

“What was this freezer originally used for?” Yao Guang asked.

“It stored anesthetics and other essential items needed during surgery. Some items required low-temperature preservation. Usually, the freezer was set at around 3 degrees Celsius, but now it’s showing minus 20 degrees,” the doctor who found the body explained.

“Is anything missing from the freezer’s original contents?” Yao Guang inquired.

“The anesthetic is gone. All other medicines remain,” the doctor replied.

“Alright, thank you. Lele, bring the body out,” Yao Guang said, looking at the neatly arranged medicines on the table. Without anesthetics, your supply was insufficient, and you hid it deeply. How am I going to find you?

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“The deceased was directly frozen. The freezing time has exceeded seven hours, so I can’t determine the exact time of death. We’ll have to rely on the autopsy,” Lele said.

“Akun, you and Axu stay behind to investigate. Tianyou, take Jiang Yun to look into the deceased’s social relationships. Xuan Chen, we’ll return for the autopsy,” Yao Guang said as she followed Lele back to the police station.

In the autopsy room, Lele and Chen Chen carefully examined the body, which still radiated a faint chill.

“There are no restraint marks on the body, and no injuries anywhere. No strangulation marks on the neck. However, the deceased’s right thumb, index, and middle fingers are missing. The cuts are smooth, with physiological responses. There are purple-red patches on the skin—these are coagulated blood clots. We’ll begin the dissection now,” Lele started the incision. “There are diffuse submucosal hemorrhagic patches on the stomach lining and pinpoint hemorrhages beneath the epicardium. The face and hands show obvious frostbite. The facial expression is a half-smile, half-grimace. This person was frozen to death in the freezer but showed no signs of struggle. What’s going on here? Chen Chen, run a toxicology test.”

“Understood,” Chen Chen nodded and began the toxicology analysis.

“She was injected with anesthetics,” Yao Guang said.

“How do you know?” Chen Chen asked.

“Look at her ankle—there’s a needle mark. The diameter of the puncture indicates a fairly large syringe. I deduce that the killer injected anesthetics, extracted her soul, then cut off her fingers before placing her in the freezer and lowering the temperature. She was frozen to death without understanding what was happening. It would be easy for the killer to control such an ordinary person with spiritual power,” Yao Guang explained.

“Your analysis makes sense,” Chen Chen agreed.

Yao Guang reached out to the deceased’s crown chakra—no soul, only a spiritual consciousness, frozen in the freezer. What did this person do?

“Master, we’re back. The hospital investigation is complete. Wu Yonghan has a good reputation, a pleasant temperament, and the hospital has been operating steadily for over ten years,” Huo Mingkun reported.

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