Imagining this scene made Fatty feel awful, as if ants were crawling all over his body. The extreme of most people's imagination was torture like skinning and bone removal.

"Zhu Jie and I were observing the skeleton when we heard crying. It was from the patients who were brought to visit with us, wearing the same patient gowns. Two women were crying their eyes out, and one of the younger ones almost collapsed."

"By the way, there were a total of 10 people who had the same encounter as us. We have numbers on our bodies, from 1 to 10. I'm number 4, and Zhu Jie is number 5. We were randomly assigned to different wards," Tang Qisheng explained.

"The two women seemed to be frightened silly, and they wouldn't say anything no matter what we asked them. I noticed that they kept looking at a specimen jar in front of them, as if they were very resistant to it."

"This specimen jar is very large and relatively new. There's no dust on it yet. More importantly, the outside of the jar and the ground are wet, and you can smell formaldehyde when you get close."

After a pause, Tang Qisheng's voice became hoarse, "Inside the jar is half a corpse, a woman's corpse. There's no head or lower body. Only the remaining upper body is twisted, and the cut is very rough. The flocculent minced meat is floating in the solution, as if it was sawn off with a large saw."

Jiang Cheng could probably guess, "Is it the person who went missing last night?"

"Yes, it's her." Tang Qisheng's voice also became serious, "We only confirmed it later. This woman is number 9. The two women who were crying recognized the scar on the corpse's forearm. By the way, the three of them are in the same ward."

"None of this is important. What's important is that this dead woman is a disciple, and a disciple from our era! This woman came in with us!"

"Judging from the facilities in this hospital, the timeline of this world is at least decades away from the real world, but this woman has traces of being modified. It can be clearly seen from the broken abdomen that the exposed sections of the spine have undergone spinal fusion surgery, and titanium alloy pedicle screws used for fixation can still be seen in the broken spine."

Jiang Cheng didn't quite understand these things, but Tang Qisheng's attitude was very firm, "Also, the upper body of this woman is severely eroded. We didn't notice it before because it was covered by the patient gown. She is a disciple, and most likely a high-level disciple."

"I suspect she was sent by the Night Watchers. Do you remember the second-generation Deep Crimson members who were rescued? This woman is likely one of the missing people."

These last words instantly made Jiang Cheng vigilant. It was true that he and Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie had talked about the second-generation Deep Crimson, but to judge that there was a disciple lurking among the teammates as soon as they entered the mission, and to identify the disciple as coming from the Night Watchers' hidden second-generation Deep Crimson, wasn't this guess a bit too far-fetched?

Moreover, it was suspicious how a second-generation Deep Crimson would be eliminated on the first day.

Without alarming Tang Qisheng, Jiang Cheng calmly continued to ask, "Do you know how this woman died?"

"This hospital has many strange rules. This woman secretly slipped out of the ward last night against advice, making a noise, and was taken away for confinement." Tang Qisheng swallowed nervously, "We only found out when we saw the corpse that the so-called confinement was actually... actually being made into a specimen."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but gasp. Confinement actually meant being locked in a glass jar. The woman probably didn't expect such an ending.

"By the way, I suspect that this woman's identity as a Night Watcher is based on evidence. It wasn't without reason that she sneaked out of the ward last night, nor was it out of curiosity to find clues, but to mess with us. But unexpectedly, she ended up falling into it herself." Saying this, Tang Qisheng added with some relief, "Fortunately, we were vigilant, otherwise we would have been the ones in the jar."

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Cheng became interested. It seemed that Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie had done something extraordinary.

"It's like this. During the day, there are relatively fewer rules in this hospital, and we can move around freely, but only on the floor we're on. Yesterday, when I was moving around, I noticed that there weren't many decorations in the corridor. There were some very old-fashioned brown-red terracotta pots on both sides, and the flowers in them were almost all withered. In the middle was a tattered black discarded shoe cabinet covered in a layer of dust, and at the end of the corridor, at the corner of the stairs, was a large bamboo basket with a few old umbrellas in it."

"How should I put it? I study folklore, and I know a little about feng shui. After seeing these things, I felt uncomfortable all over, especially that bamboo umbrella basket. I got closer and took a few more glances. If I hadn't looked, I wouldn't have known, but as soon as I looked, I found the problem."

"The flowers in the entire corridor were half-dead, but only the two pots of flowers near the umbrella basket were growing well. The two pots of flowers were on the left and right, and the color of the petals was bright red, as if they had been dyed."

"I immediately knew that there was something fishy about it, so I went up and pretended to casually knock on the mud in the flower pot. Sure enough, the roots below were completely rotten. The flowers had died long ago."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of the rootless grass he had seen in the Zhennan Marquis Mansion. The roots were also completely rotten, but due to the continuous nourishment of yin energy, the exposed grass leaves were green and lush.

"There's something wrong with that umbrella basket. Something is constantly emitting yin energy." Speaking of these things, Tang Qisheng's voice was full of decisiveness, "I got closer and looked at it. There were a total of 7 umbrellas in it, all of which were very old, many years old. The handles of the umbrellas were all made of wood. The 7 umbrellas were of different sizes, and two of them were almost falling apart, until I saw the last umbrella."

Tang Qisheng's voice became strange, "It was a black umbrella, pressed at the bottom. It didn't look like anything special, but the umbrella tie was very strange. It was made of a very thick hemp rope."

"The hemp rope was tying the umbrella very tightly, and it showed a dark red color, which didn't look like blood, but more like it was coated with a layer of cinnabar."

Jiang Cheng still knew the principle of cinnabar warding off evil spirits. He frowned, "What's hidden in this umbrella?"

"Probably so, and the umbrella itself covers the sky and the earth, which in itself provokes taboos. There are many sayings among the people. You can't give umbrellas as gifts. The word for 'umbrella' sounds like the word for 'scatter,' so giving it as a gift is suspected of harming people's wives and children. Also, you should have heard that you can't open an umbrella in a closed room, especially at night, because it's easy to attract evil."