Autopsy Forensic: Blood Sacrifice Serial Case

Trapped in the morgue 735 times, I watched helplessly as the corpse on the autopsy table sprouted bleeding talismans and opened its eyes to smile at me. Three years ago, my grandfather died on this autopsy table. The police concluded that he committed suicide, but the autopsy report was clear: his whole body had nerve necrosis and he could not even move his fingers. What's even weirder is that time has stopped on this day. No matter whether I burn corpses, smash windows, or try every means to escape, when three o'clock in the morning comes, I will return to the starting point on time, holding this cold scalpel. I thought I would be stuck in this hell forever. Until the 735th cycle. The prophecy was fulfilled every second, and a second death appeared in the abandoned water plant in the south of the city. Hidden in his mobile phone was a photo from three years ago - in the photo, he, who died today, was standing behind my grandfather. And the new policewoman Little Moon stood under the light with nothing at her feet. She has never been seen since she came here. In the sixty-year blood sacrifice ceremony, seven people with pure Yin destiny have already been named. The dead crawled back from the cemetery and were buried under the tombstones. I am the seventh sacrifice and the only one who knows the truth. Tonight, the Shen family's old house. The blood sacrifice begins and there is no waiting for the time being.