At eleven o’clock at night, an anonymous envelope slid through the door of my detective agency.
Inside was just one wedding photo. The woman in the bridal gown had immaculate makeup, but a chilling fear lurked in her eyes, as if her soul had been stolen. The background pointed straight to Beishan Sanatorium, abandoned for fifteen years.
Rumor had it that murders were once frequent there, and that inhumane psychiatric experiments were conducted within its walls. The director and his team vanished overnight, and weeping could often be heard in the dead of night.
I snuck into the sanatorium and discovered a mountain of experiment records in the basement: drug induction, intensified electroshock, hypnotic conditioning... Someone had turned living people into utterly obedient “puppets.”
The woman in the wedding photo was the director’s fiancée, and his proudest “finished product.”
Even more horrifying, I ran into a neurologist searching for his sister, who had been missing for three years. Her experiment number was inexplicably linked to the records of the woman in the wedding photo.
Who was behind the anonymous commission? Why did the “living dead” obey only the orders of the mastermind? What conspiracy was hidden in the missing experiment manual?
When controlled puppets closed in around me and a sinister force with military ties emerged, I finally realized:
This abandoned hospital was not empty at all. It was a “slaughterhouse” that devoured people’s minds.
And from the moment I picked up that envelope, I became the next target marked for slaughter.
