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As Chen Yu kicked open the iron door of the Coffin Shop's cellar, a foul odor mingled with the sharp stench of blood. Thirty-seven ceramic jars were arranged in a Bagua Formation, each filled with Thunderstruck Sophora, the dark red liquid's surface coated with a layer of grease. Xu Wenshan scooped up some of the liquid with a long-handled spoon and, under the Magnifying Glass, saw a multitude of broken red blood cells.
"This is live bloodletting," Chen Yu said as his Tactical Flashlight swept over the jar's engravings. "Bing Zi, Bing Xu, Bing Shen... Each year in the Heavenly Stems cycle corresponds to seven blood jars." When he pried open the jar from the Bing Shen Year, dozens of bloodshot eyes suddenly opened on the wooden surface, their pupils reflecting Widow Lin sewing a shroud.
Xu Wenshan swung a fire axe to split open Huang Mu, revealing a curled-up fetal corpse embedded within the growth rings. The corpse's umbilical cord was attached to the wooden core, and its desiccated right hand clutched half of a Police Badge—numbered for Old Zhang, who had died three hours earlier. More horrifyingly, forty-nine strands of white hair sprouted from the fetus's head, tied at the ends with scalp containing Hair Follicles.
"The wood of rebirth has been completed," Zhou Huaisheng's voice echoed from the cellar's ceiling. He hung upside down from a beam, his Wenwan Walnut completely cracked open to reveal a formed fetus inside. "The blood of three generations of the Chen Family has finally nourished the formation." Suddenly, he spat out a clump of Hair, which wove itself into Chen Yu's police uniform in mid-air.
Chen Yu fired three shots, but the bullets passed through the Virtual Shadow and struck the blood jars. In an instant, as shards of pottery exploded, thirty-seven jars of blood converged into a torrent that drew a massive Rebirth Knot on the ground. Xu Wenshan grabbed Chen Yu by the collar and leaped up the wooden ladder. Turning back, he saw Seven Red Lacquer Coffins rising from the pool of blood, each Coffin Lid engraved with names from the Chen Family Genealogy.
The emergency lights on the third underground level of Qinghe Textile Factory flickered erratically as Chen Yu's tactical boots crushed sewing thread scattered across the floor, leaving dark red streaks on the damp concrete. When he used hydraulic pliers to cut through the iron chain sealing the door, thirty-seven modified Weaving Machines roared to life simultaneously. The shuttles darted frantically between crimson warp threads; what they wove was not fabric but hair formed into Rebirth Knots.
"Captain Chen!" Technician Xiao Liu's exclamation was drowned out by mechanical noise. "These machines aren't powered by electricity!" He raised an electromagnetic detector; its needle trembled violently before cables coated in Corpse Wax. Each Weaving Machine was powered by Lipstick Coffins, with Gray-White Strands extending from gaps in their Coffin Lids to wrap around drive shafts.
Xu Wenshan hacked open the nearest coffin; a decayed corpse clutched tightly to an operation panel, its rotting fingers pinching a production notice dated 2016. When he illuminated the corpse with Purple Light, intricate sewing patterns emerged beneath its decayed skin—exactly like those found at the Li Xiuyun Case site marked by Double Dragons Playing with Pearls stitching.
"This isn't a textile workshop," Chen Yu said as he tore away a sidearm entangled in Hair. "It's a production line for Rebirth Knots." His Tactical Flashlight swept across beams where forty-nine Human Skin Lanterns swayed in the wind; each lampshade was sewn with Jade Thimbles that cast Hair-Combing Specters on the ground.
Xu Wenshan climbed up to a three-meter-high control panel and found Daoist talismans carved all over it. When his hand pressed against the Bing Shen Year rune, an entire wall suddenly flipped around to reveal seven female corpses soaking in Formaline behind it. Each body was connected to feeding ports of Weaving Machines; Gray-White Strands were injected into spindles like intravenous lines.
"Real-time monitoring shows these corpses are still metabolizing," Chen Yu said as he stared at orange-red outlines on an Infrared Thermal Imaging device. "Their hearts... are inside the Weaving Machines!" He kicked open the metal cover of a feeding port; what rolled out was not cotton yarn but a living heart wrapped in Hair Net, its artery connected to sewing threads tied to Widow Lin's Jade Thimble.
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