There must be an explanation for the matter. Su Mu decided to do it for him.

Press the stop button and the small screen of the life-sustaining instrument begins to flash.

The replica lying flat on the operating table twisted slightly, but it was very weak and struggling and unable to change anything.

Her pulse changed from slow and powerful to high frequency and rapid, and her blood pressure rose rapidly, and she felt breathing.

This is the final rejuvenation. The breathing will soon soothe, the blood pressure will drop like a waterfall, and the heartbeat will be intermittent.

Finally, the heartbeat stopped and a green line appeared on the small screen.

A tear slid down her cheeks and fell on the operating table, cold.

Looking at her exactly the same self, Miyake Mori bit her lip: "Maybe you think I'm troublesome. But I think, we... shouldn't let her lie here and rot."

Su Mu nodded and expressed his understanding. "Since there is an operating table here, there must be a place to deal with the body. Let's look for it."

His speculation was correct. The crematorium was in the next room, made of red bricks, and a corpse could be stuffed into the hole. The iron cover was very thick, and the handle part was rubbed red. There must have been many dead people here.

The two worked together to lift the "Mary Miyake" on the operating table onto the flatbed cart and pushed the crematorium.

Go down a button and a red light appears on the cover plate, and start the countdown of 10 minutes.

After 10 minutes, open the cover again and it is already empty inside.

The ashes after burning must have leaked through the gap, which is really convenient.

After burning her copy, Miyake Miyake became more emotional. She smiled: "At least we still have that bottle of gelatin, which must be a very important evidence."

Oh no, I should have put away the spiritual glue before taking advantage of her inattention.

Wangcai secretly ordered the flying squid around his waist to quietly pack the bottle of spiritual glue.

However, Wangcai may have misunderstood the meaning of "quietness", and swallowed the spiritual glue with a mouthful.

Stupid wealth!

Seeing the spiritual glue disappearing in front of him, Miyake was shocked: "Where is that glass bottle? It was still here just now! Such a big one! Why did it disappear?"

This matter cannot be explained by common sense, so Su Mu had to concave: "It must be a chemical reaction. Maybe we shouldn't have exposed it to the air for a long time. The glass may not be able to store that substance stably at room temperature. You see, the skull lining is made of metal, so this must be considered."

"Is that true? But why does it suddenly disappear? In the case of chemical reactions, shouldn't there be traces left? Glowing, heating, discoloring, and producing precipitates..." Miyake Miyake half-believing.

Once you start, you can only conceal it to the bottom. Su Mu continued with a tough needle: "No, this is a substance that we have never seen before, so we cannot speculate based on common sense."

"Is that so? Well... I always feel it's a bit unreasonable."

Seeing that Miyake Jasmine began to shake, Su Mu struck while the iron was hot, using his secret technique and his attention was diverted!

"Everything here is unreasonable, isn't it? Let's not worry about the bottle of glue for now, and we can't find it anyway. Why not investigate the surgical records? This is definitely not the first time they have been puppets, so we have to find out who they have replaced."

Sure enough, Miyako Miyake was more concerned about the puppet. She immediately accepted Su Mu's opinion and decided to search around.

I searched throughout the hall and found no records about the spiritual puppets, but I found a huge morgue.

It was an ancient tomb with dark walls and extremely cold. There were rows of wooden shelves neatly placed inside. All the dead people who were sensed by their spiritual vision were placed on them. They were covered with nothing on their body, and there was a layer of frost hanging, like frozen pork.

Miyake took photos of everyone one by one and compared them to the police database. "The identities can be matched. The researchers who were transferred here should be here. Well... some people are vacant, but they have their labels."

Shuntaro Linda only has a label, leaving him an empty space on the wooden rack.

There are still seven or eight such spaces. Where have they been?

Escaped like Shuntaro Linda, or have he turned into ashes?

Su Mu had a bad premonition: Maybe some people have been replaced by spiritual puppets and are currently wandering outside.

He recorded those names one by one, intending to be more careful in the future.

After checking a corner, Miyake Miyake exclaimed in a low voice. "Look!" She pointed to the label on the wooden rack.

Shiga Ichigo, Urakami Junmi... She is searching for her boss and colleagues in Class I, and one of them is counted as one, and there are all here.

The wooden frames are all empty. Have they been replaced?

Su Mu glanced at Miyake Mori. Sure enough, her face turned pale and seemed to have thought of something very bad.

"Don't worry, things won't be that bad." He sent comfort in time, "They are people from the Metropolitan Police Department, serious national civil servants, and they are different from these researchers. It is very difficult to replace them. I guess, maybe their puppet bodies are not ready yet, so they only have an empty label."

Miyake nodded, silent, still worried.

Next, Su Mu discovered again: "Look, there is also a label of Shintsu Masayoshi here."

This statement seemed to have a counterproductive effect. Miyake Miyake was even more worried.
Chapter completed!