The layout of Feidu Funeral Home is different from other places.

In a normal funeral home, mourning hall, and crematorium are all connected. After seeing the body for the last time in the mourning hall, it is sent directly to the crematorium for cremation.

But the funeral home near Gray Lane, because it is located between the black streets of the slums and the area where ordinary people live, is more or less tainted with some shameful things. It also has a spacious morgue and an autopsy room.

"People die in the Black Street every day. At first, no one dealt with the bodies, but those bodies could easily cause plague and pollute water sources. Later, someone in the upper echelons probably couldn't stand it anymore, so they donated a sum of money to this place, and used the interest from that money to deal with the bodies in the Black Street. Of course, only the bodies that could be found were dealt with."

The staff member explained as he led the three people towards the morgue.

The paint tone of the funeral home appears serious and solemn, with black being the main color. The mottled walls look as if they have been burned, with traces of charcoal smoke.

The corridor was long and slightly narrow, making one wonder how a cart carrying corpses could get through it.

Occasionally you can see photos hanging on the wall, most of which are group photos of funeral home employees. They are black and white, faded, and lonely, more like posthumous photos.

The funeral home was a little dim in the afternoon, but at least there was still light.

Passing by some rooms, I could hear the sound of talking coming from inside the door.

Lu Ban looked up and saw the name of the room: Morgue Zero Two.

Perhaps it was the family members or the staff examining the body who were having the conversation.

Arriving at the room at the end of the corridor, the staff member just took out the key to open the door when he suddenly glanced at Lu Ban behind Trist.

"Why do I feel like I've seen this guy before?"

Hearing this, Lu Ban walked calmly.

"I once had a relative who was cremated here. Thank you for your care."

"oh."

Without further investigation, the staff inserted the key into the door lock and tried to twist it.

"Huh, that's strange, I remember it should be locked."

He pulled out the key and pushed the door open.

The morgue was completely empty, with only a dead body lying on a bed.

"He doesn't seem to have any relatives. The police said this was a homicide and asked us not to rush to deal with the body. To be honest, Dr. House was quite considerate of our business before. I'm also very sorry for his death. Um, are you the police's assistants?"

The staff walked into the morgue and asked again.

“Here’s the ID.”

Trist took out his ID and took another look at the body covered in white cloth.

"Why do the police think it's a homicide? Couldn't it be that the doctor ate too fast and choked when he stood up to drink water and accidentally fell and hit his head and bled to death?"

Lu Ban asked.

"?"

The staff looked at him suspiciously.

"You'll know when you see the body."

He lifted the white cloth.

Lu Ban now finally understood why the name of this mission was called "Glass Flower".

Because what appeared before them was a glass flower.

Dr. House is a calm, middle-aged man, but at this moment, a crystal clear flower blossoms in the middle of his well-trained body, and the flower blooms so brightly that it is unforgettable.

All the internal organs in this man's body were forcibly dragged out by something. Most of his spine and ribs were crushed and, along with his internal organs, were frozen in place at the moment they were pulled out. The solidified glass perfectly preserved the posture, turning it into a flower blooming on the corpse.

This posture of death was undoubtedly a homicide.

Moreover, Lu Ban estimated that in all likelihood, those who killed him were not normal humans, but the followers of evil gods or exotic monsters.

“Is this thing really glass?”

Lu Ban subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it, but suddenly realized that it seemed to be someone's internal organs, and it might be a bit impolite to touch it casually, so he retracted his hand.

"I guess so. It's formed when bones or something like that melted at high temperatures for a moment and then solidified. How did this thing appear?"

Drizzt put on gloves and gently touched the glass flower.

The corpse was as hard, cold and smooth as real glass. What was surprising was that the internal organs, other than being damaged, did not deteriorate due to the high temperature, as if they had just left the owner's body.

"Have you heard of similar cases?"

Xia was holding a bag of donuts in her hand, which she bought to make up for the last cookie that disappeared. In the morgue filled with the strange smell of disinfectant, she still held the donuts in one hand and talked while eating.

"No, people who die on the streets are not that tragic. Most of them are beaten to death or die of illness. I've never seen anything like this before."

The staff sighed.

Lu Ban's [True Vision] took a look at the corpse.

Many details are truly visible.

He saw the calluses on the corpse's hands, which were probably caused by holding a knife for a long time as a doctor. There were also remnants of dinner in the internal organs, including grilled beef ribs, boiled potatoes, red wine, fried fish, vegetables... Lu Ban was hungry after seeing this.

"With their income, can they eat steak every night?"

Lu Ban couldn't help but ask.

"How is that possible? Even if doctors are high-income earners, people who run clinics here in Gray Lane need to think twice before eating a steak."

Drizzt immediately denied it.

"So what party did he attend that night?"

Lu Ban told his two companions about his discovery.

"I want to eat, too."

Xia gave some guiding advice.

"Strange. According to the information provided by the police, Dr. House should have been in his clinic that night and had not come out. His body was found by a newspaper deliveryman the next morning, so the time of death should have been early in the morning."

Trist opened his little notebook and looked at the records on it.

"This records his schedule on the day of his death. He saw patients as usual in the morning, received two patients in the afternoon, and met with a supplier. This was the last time he saw anyone else."

"So that supplier was the last person he saw?"

Lu Ban confirmed.

"Yes, we can go and ask the supplier later, or we can go to the clinic to see the first crime scene first."

Drizzt nodded.

"You just said there might be two more dead. If they both died in the same way, it should be easy to investigate, right?"

Xia swallowed the donut in her hand, picked up another one, and ate it with relish, making Lu Ban hungry.

But thinking about how Xia would smell delicious even if she ate bugs, Lu Ban felt that this donut might not be that delicious.

"Indeed, but we haven't received any similar reports yet. Maybe people like gangsters and call girls won't be discovered even if they die."

Drizzt also added.

"By the way, have you heard about the woman who appeared on the black street recently?"

The funeral home staff nearby suddenly spoke up.