My chat group members are all legendary criminals.

Chapter 16 Creating Life

Lu Yiming opened the group chat and pondered his words for a moment.

He had to keep up appearances and not let these lunatics see through his identity as a police officer.

Slowly type a line of text:

Lu Yiming: @FoodieHannibal, your red envelopes are really useful! I just came up with a new trick.

After saying that, he added in his mind: It's good, but I just keep wanting to eat it...

Soon, there was a response in the group.

Outlaw Zhang San: Holy crap! Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be this cunning! Brother, did you eat Old Bai's blue rock candy? Listen to me, you can't touch this stuff. Anyone who makes this kind of thing should be shot.

Chemist Lao Bai: @Outlaw Zhang San, watch your words! Don't think that just because I can't sell my goods to you, I can't do anything to you.

King of Bank Robbers: What did you get? Did you rob a bank? I told you robbing pharmacies wouldn't get you anywhere.

Che Guevara: Robbing banks is too dangerous, stealing batteries is better.

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: @Che Guevara, shut up, you thief, you don't deserve to be here?

Zodiac Killer: Come on, send it to me. Hopefully, this time it'll be something new.

Lu Yiming chuckled mischievously, pulled out a photo of the second white male corpse from his phone's album, and sent it out.

He didn't choose the first one, as the degree of decomposition of the corpse would easily give him away, and he already had a clue about the first one.

The moment the photo was posted, the group chat exploded.

Food critic Hannibal: Can I take it back? This shoddy stitching is so crude, and I'm ashamed that I did it with my own skills.

Jack the Ripper: @Hannibal the Foodie, all you know is eating! You kill people by cutting open their stomachs! What's the point of sewing them back together?

Outlaw Zhang San: Holy crap! This is insane! What are you trying to do by piecing people together like this?

Educator Jigsaw: You all don't understand. @Lu Yiming, did you kidnap them and then cut them up? The idea is good. But I think you should let them choose which part to cut off to achieve redemption; that's what a real game is.

Lu Yiming watched speechlessly as these devils gave their "professional reviews" of the work.

I felt a chill for no reason.

The feeling is like a pack of hungry wolves scavenging and picking at their bloodied prey.

And I am just a sheep wearing a wolf's skin, trembling in the midst of a pack of wolves.

There's no other way; if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass.

To get a permanent position, and for the sake of justice, let's deal with the tiger if we have to...

King of Bank Robbers: I'm very disappointed in you. Why don't you keep robbing? Is there any profit in killing? You have absolutely no business sense!

Food critic Hannibal: The right arm and right leg are fresh, the rest are rotten and not properly refrigerated. Did you steal them from the morgue?

Lu Yiming's heart tightened; this old fox really had a sharp eye.

However, this was also part of his plan.

Lu Yiming: You still saw right through me.

Chemist Old White: It looks like they also used a sedative. What kind of drug? The dosage was well controlled.

Professor Moriarty: This work... is very innovative, like a rough work of art.

Outlaw Zhang San: @Brother Lu Yiming, aren't you afraid? In China, this would be enough to get you shot ten times over!

Che Guevara: I'm more curious, what are you after? You can't sell this for money.

Lu Yiming laughed; this clown was a natural-born straight man.

He was just wondering how to guide the conversation when the opportunity came.

Lu Yiming: Guess?

He wanted to use the minds of these demons to find the killer's motive.

Hwaseong Serial Killer: Because you're a pervert, South Korea

The Seven Deadly Sins Killer: Because you're a pervert.

Che Guevara: Because you are Yang Wei's pervert!

……

Lu Yiming's lips twitched. "No, I didn't, you're lying!"

Lu Yiming: Hehe.

How dare you bunch of perverts talk about others like that?

Just then, the person with the highest IQ in the group spoke up.

Professor Moriarty: Your method reminds me of a classic film from later years. It's about that mad scientist who pieced together corpses using dead people's organs, trying to play God.

Lu Yiming was stunned for a moment. The movie "Frankenstein" has been remade countless times, with the mad scientist Frankenstein attempting to replace God in creating life.

Ultimately, he created artificial humans, which led to the destruction of his family and the death of his relatives.

Professor Moriarty: Is your purpose also to usurp the divine authority and create life? To create a human being using different parts?

Che Guevara: You think you're a god? Creating humanity?! Why don't you just fly to heaven?

Jack the Ripper: Ha, I didn't realize you had such high aspirations.

Zodiac Killer: Interesting. More creative than me. I only like dismembering, but you like piecing them together.

……

Lu Yiming swallowed hard, feeling that it was indeed a possibility.

Playing God... creating life...

The killer's true purpose was not a simple murder, but a horrific human creation experiment.

Who would have such a crazy idea?

And to take action regardless of the cost?

Could it be... a cult?

He immediately left the group chat and searched for cults in the United States in his mobile browser.

The documents flowed by like water, when suddenly, a pattern made his pupils shrink.

It was a design consisting of an ouroboros entwined around a cross, with the organization's name—Lazarus—marked below.

It is taken from the person in the Bible who was resurrected by Jesus four days after his death.

This is also a synonym for monsters that have returned from hell.

Resurrected after death...

Creating life...

Lu Yiming stared intently at the pattern, swallowing hard.

He recalled that there seemed to be a similar tattoo on the inside of the right arm of the second corpse!

He frantically pulled out high-resolution photos of the scene from his phone, zooming in and zooming in again.

That's it! The Lazarus sign!

He then went on to examine the information on the other two bodies.

The situation of the third person is currently unknown.

The first headless corpse had a damaged tattoo on its stitched-up right leg.

It matches up!

The murderer, or the victim, is inextricably linked to this cult called "Lazarus"!

They weren't just randomly piecing together corpses; they were performing a creation ritual, using the limbs of living people to assemble a new human being!

Lu Yiming wiped the sweat from the corner of his mouth.

"These cults are really delusional, full of feudal superstition. Do you think this is a movie? They can't actually create a person."

Following this lead, we'll surely be able to catch the culprit!

Just then, the door to the morgue was pushed open.

Mia burst in, panting, waving a printed document in her hand.

"Found it!"

She slammed the document down in front of Lu Yiming.

"Based on your description, she is Asian, has severe facial burns and minor disabilities, and is female."

"After comparing the data in the database, only one match was found..."

Lu Yiming took the documents and examined them, only to see a shocking photograph:

A face burned beyond recognition, its skin wrinkled and stuck together, its features distorted and deformed, with scars creeping all the way up to its neck.

He looked up at the headless torso on the dissection table, then looked down to compare it with the photographs.

Although the neck fracture was severely damaged, the outline of the bones bore some resemblance...

"According to the information, her name is Aisha Cohen, she is of Indian descent, has a family, and her husband and children are local."

Mia quickly added, "Before she was disfigured, she worked as a prostitute in the slums."

"Two years ago, I got into a fight with gangsters while working as a prostitute. My face was disfigured by concentrated sulfuric acid, and my leg was also injured."

She pulled out another old photo; the Indian woman in the photo was plump and had an ordinary appearance.

She wasn't exactly beautiful; the information said she was 30 at the time, but she looked like she was 40.

Lu Yiming put down the folder and placed his hands on the morgue table.

"It's not certain yet that it's her."

"But we can't let this lead go. Let's go see her family."