400: Chapter 400 The Devil's Invitation

"Tick."

Condensation trickled down the viewing glass of the minus eighty-degree liquid nitrogen freezer.

Through the thick explosion-proof glass, Chen Mo's deep gaze was fixed firmly on the micro SD card.

Refracted under the pale, white light.

The black card, wedged in the gap between the detonator and the tattered myocardial tissue, looked Li Ke a pupil devoid of warmth.

It stared silently at the people outside the freezer with extreme, arrogant mockery.

"He... he even calculated this step?"

Su Qingxue stared fixedly at the card, her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"How could he be sure that you would be able to cut it out completely and put it into the freezer? What if it had exploded just now?!"

"If it had exploded, we would be dead, and there would naturally be no need for this letter to be delivered."

A bloodthirsty sneer tugged at the corner of Chen Mo's mouth, his voice laced with a chilling fanaticism.

"For that madman who believes in 'Chaotic Order,' this is a sacred qualification screening."

"Only those who can crawl out of hell are qualified to receive this admission ticket."

Chen Mo turned his head to look at Nightingale, who was standing beside the freezer Li Ke a black statue.

"Take it out."

Nightingale didn't waste words.

She quickly walked to the disinfection cabinet in the corner of the Forensic Science Department and took out a thirty-centimeter-long medical stainless steel long-handled forceps.

Then, over her tactical gloves, she forcibly put on two layers of insulated anti-freezing gloves.

"Nightingale, be careful."

Su Qingxue's heart instantly jumped to her throat, and even her breathing became cautious.

"The liquid nitrogen only froze the chemical fuse, but it is extremely fragile! If the metal tip of the forceps even scrapes the detonator casing and generates a trace of static electricity, or changes its angle of force..."

Nightingale seemed not to have heard Su Qingxue's warning at all.

She stood expressionless in front of the freezer, her left hand firmly pressed on the heavy cabin door handle, and her right hand tightly gripping the long-handled forceps.

"Open the door, three seconds."

Nightingale spat out the four words, without any emotional fluctuation.

"Click."

Chen Mo pressed the electronic pressure relief valve of the freezer without hesitation.

The moment the cabin door popped open, a large burst of white, freezing fog surged out Li Ke a physical substance!

The minus eighty-degree temperature instantly caused the surrounding air to condense into fine ice crystals.

Nightingale's movements were as fast as a ghost, yet as steady as Mount Tai.

The cold, long-handled forceps pierced through the white fog, accurately and flawlessly following the tiny gap between the detonator base and the myocardial tissue.

Li Ke a viper probing into the shadows, she gave it a gentle flick and a clamp!

"Bang!"

The cabin door was slammed shut by Chen Mo with a backhand, locking it again.

The whole process took two and a half seconds.

Nightingale stepped back and raised the frost-covered forceps with her right hand.

At the tip of the forceps, the black micro SD card was held securely.

A thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the card, but it had clearly undergone excellent waterproof and anti-static treatment, showing no signs of damage.

"Beautiful."

Chen Mo took a clean evidence bag and put the SD card inside.

Just then, a flurry of hurried and chaotic footsteps came rolling in from the end of the corridor Li Ke thunder.

"Quick! Quick! Forensic Science Department on the second basement level! Team One, establish a defensive line! Medical team, follow up!"

The hoarse roar of SWAT Officer Captain Gao Tianming echoed in the corridor.

A few seconds later, over a dozen heavily armed SWAT Officers, along with emergency doctors pushing mobile extracorporeal circulation machines and ECG monitors, surged Li Ke a tide into the Morgue, which was permeated with a strong smell of blood.

When the Director of the Emergency Department, who was charging at the front, saw the intern forensic pathologist on the autopsy table—whose chest cavity had been completely sawed open, half of whose body was soaking in blood, and whose chest was faintly emitting charred white smoke—

this veteran in white, who had seen much of life and death, felt his legs suddenly go weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground!

"This... what kind of inhuman method is this?!"

The Emergency Director looked at Xiao Li's coronary arteries, which had been forcibly cauterized and stopped with a high-frequency electrocautery knife, his voice trembling, "Too brutal! Too barbaric! This is simply slaughter!"

"Shut up, get to work."

Chen Mo stuffed the evidence bag into the pocket of his black trench coat and glanced at him coldly.

"His blood pressure has dropped to thirty, and his sympathetic nerves are completely suppressed.

If you can't establish extracorporeal circulation within three minutes, he will truly be a corpse."

The Emergency Director was swept by Chen Mo's icy gaze, which looked as if he were looking at a dead object, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Not daring to say any more nonsense, he immediately directed the medical team to rush toward the autopsy table.

"Get the machine on! Intubate! Push two doses of epinephrine!"

The entire Morgue instantly turned into a chaotic yet efficient field hospital.

Gao Tianming held his gun, looking at old Wang's body, which had already been covered with a white sheet beside the floor drain.

He then looked at the liquid nitrogen freezer in the distance, which was flashing a red light.

"Consultant Chen..."

Gao Tianming walked to Chen Mo's side and swallowed hard.

"The Bomb Squad will be here soon.

What on earth is going on? Did that employer come here?"

"Not only did they come, they also left us a wonderful performance."

Chen Mo reached out and patted Gao Tianming's stiff shoulder, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"Tell the Bomb Squad to be careful.

That thing's level gauge will explode if it tilts fifteen degrees.

Tell them, I had a hard time preserving the load-bearing walls of this building, so don't let them collapse it."

Having said that, Chen Mo ignored the completely stunned Gao Tianming.

He turned and strode out of the hell-Li Ke Morgue.

"Li Ke!"

Chen Mo pressed his headset and gave instructions while walking along the corridor toward the Archives Office.

"I have obtained a storage medium.

Immediately set up an absolutely isolated cloud sandbox environment for me.

I want to read the card."

"Understood! Brother Mo! Give me ten seconds!"

Li Ke frantically tapped on the keyboard on the other end of the headset, the sound of the keys as dense as a rainstorm.

"Sandbox is ready! All reverse tracking protocols are blocked! You can connect at any time!"

Chen Mo pushed open the door to the Forensic Science Department's Archives Office.

The dove that had been skinned and nailed to the cross was still soaking in the preservative solution, staring fixedly in the direction of the desk, its eyes wide open in death.

Chen Mo walked to the old computer and poured the SD card out of the evidence bag.

He inserted it into an external encrypted card reader.

Su Qingxue and Nightingale followed closely behind, standing behind Chen Mo, staring breathlessly at the CRT monitor glowing with a ghostly blue light.

On the screen, a hidden folder without any suffix popped up.

Chen Mo double-clicked to open it.

Inside, there was only one video file, named: [For_Prophet].

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed slightly; he moved the mouse and clicked on the video.

"Crackle—"

The screen first showed a burst of static noise characteristic of an old television.

Immediately after, a dim and cramped room appeared in the center of the screen.

There were no windows in the room, and the only light was a dim, yellow bulb hanging from the ceiling.

Under the light bulb, a person was tied up.

A frail old man wearing a white lab coat, with gray hair and age spots all over his face.