"Snap" - a crisp sound.

The door behind Zhang Feng seemed to close automatically.

And at that moment, the room's lights turned on.

The scene inside was clearly imprinted in Zhang Feng's mind.

All around, it was immaculate white.

In the center, a white surgery table, with white flooring on it.

The walls were also white, and the floor was covered with white tiles.

It looked immaculately clean to an extreme degree.

Yet, in such a clean, refreshingly clear room, the air was thick with the smell of blood!

Moreover, Zhang Feng's gaze was immediately drawn to the large cabinet in front of that wall.

Because the shelves on that cabinet, layer upon layer, were filled with all sorts of jars, big and small.

All these jars were transparent, and the items inside were all bright red!

They formed a stark contrast with the snow-white room.

It was truly striking!

Those bright red jars probably explained the intense bloody smell in the room.

This disgusting stench, let alone Mu Qianqian and Qin Huan,

even the seasoned detectives like Officer Hu and Officer Ma would struggle to suppress their gag reflex.

After all, even Zhang Feng's expression was a bit unnatural.

But, Dr. Song who entered this room, had a face full of enjoyment.

He even spread his arms wide, spinning in circles within the room.

Taking deep breaths continuously!

As if he was savoring a taste that is beyond comprehension.

Even without knowing what Dr. Song has done.

Just seeing him greedily sniffing this disgusting scent, it proved...

He's a pervert!

A total pervert!

Zhang Feng had already labeled Dr. Song as such.

And it was unlikely this label would ever be changed.

After circling the room a few times, Dr. Song beckoned Zhang Feng over.

"Come, come, let me show you, the masterpiece crafted by my own hands!"

As he spoke, he gestured towards the cabinet filled with jars, invitingly.

Did he just call the contents of those jars art?

Well, your taste in art certainly fits your perverse persona!

Zhang Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yet, he still walked forward.

Seeing Zhang Feng approach, Dr. Song broke into a joyful smile.

He came right up to Zhang Feng, took a jar from the nearby shelf, and said:

"Look!"

Zhang Feng looked carefully!

"What the hell!"

He instinctively let out a low exclamation.

The contents inside were beyond what he could articulate!

Dr. Song lightly shook the jar in his hand, an object made a "ding" sound as it struck the jar's edge, revealing some corners.

Seriously, you're actually still shaking it?!

Zhang Feng was shocked, and Dr. Song's voice came again:

"This person, when delivered to me, she was already of no use to us or Mr. Lin."

"Since she was useless to us, and to Mr. Lin, there was no need for her to exist in this world anymore, so I personally ended her wretched life."

Dr. Song's speech, his tone light and nonchalant.

As if narrating something utterly ordinary.

Yet what he said....

You think you helped that victim end a wretched life?

Who's the real wretch here?

Hmm?

Zhang Feng's expression slowly grew cold.

He now understood where the executioner-like evil qi on Dr. Song came from.

Dr. Song hadn't stopped talking, and his tone unexpectedly grew lighter:

"I tell you, I love cooking the most! And I'm very good at it!"

"With the freshest ingredients and my preparation, it's simply a world-class delicacy!"

Wait a minute?!

Cooking?!

How did this turn to cooking?!

Your train of thought is too scattered?!

Zhang Feng hadn't reacted yet!

Dr. Song continued explaining to Zhang Feng.

"But, the most delicious ingredient, I can't save it for you! It's already reserved!"

"Even I don't have the privilege to enjoy it…..."

After saying this, Dr. Song shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

He placed the jar back on the shelf.

What do you mean you don't have the right to enjoy it?

What does that mean?

Zhang Feng finally couldn't help but ask:

"You say you don't have the right to enjoy it?"

"Then who does have the right to enjoy it?"

"Of course, it's Mr. Lin!" Dr. Song almost instantly, loudly, and matter-of-factly, replied!

Who is this Mr. Lin?

Zhang Feng didn't know before, but now he does.

It's the grandmaster of Gou and Ji, the Evil Cultivator he has been desperately tracking!

"So, he often eats... oh no! samples the dishes you prepare? Are you considered his personal chef?"

While asking, Zhang Feng pointed to the jars on the nearby shelf.

Upon seeing this, Dr. Song shook his head, saying:

"No, no, no!"

"These are too crude for Mr. Lin; his menu only includes the finest!"

"And, his favorite is sashimi!"

Goddamn sashimi....

Sashimi isn't something to be eaten too much.

It's full of parasites.

However, to Evil Cultivators, it probably doesn't matter.

They're parasites themselves, so they don't care about these things.

However, at this moment, Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

As if recalling something, he looked up and asked Dr. Song:

"How often does he need to eat your delicacies?"

"Once a year!" Dr. Song answered crisply:

"Tomorrow, on his birthday… I've already prepared it!"

Saying this, he took down the largest jar from the top of the shelf, cradling it carefully in his arms, looked at Zhang Feng, and said:

"This, I prepared in advance! Tomorrow, I will personally present it to Mr. Lin!"

"I just wonder if Mr. Lin will agree to take me as his disciple!"

Listening to Dr. Song, watching his demeanor.

Zhang Feng felt more and more strange, more and more unscientific.

Aside from cooking meals for the Evil Cultivator…

But you told me all about the origins of these frightening things?

And explained your modus operandi, your motives, all so clearly?

And whatever I asked, you answered!

What does this mean?

Even if you plan to kill me… why haven't you done so yet?

"Um..."

For now, Zhang Feng set aside the issue of the Evil Cultivator's meals and seemed more curious about something else.

"Dr. Song, do you know me?"

Hearing Zhang Feng's question, Dr. Song directly shook his head:

"I don't know you."

"You don't know me yet you're telling me all this?!" Zhang Feng asked with a peculiar smirk.

But Dr. Song seemed very justified as he said:

"Aren't you curious? Since you're curious, of course, I have to tell you!"

Hearing Dr. Song's reasoning, Zhang Feng's expression stiffened and his mouth twitched slightly as he asked:

"Then... Dr. Song, if I may ask, what is your name..."

Dr. Song looked at Zhang Feng with utmost sincerity and said:

"I am Song Rentou!"

What a name!

Zhang Feng immediately gave an imaginary thumbs up in his heart as if to say, Dr. Song is indeed worthy of his name!

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