Corpse Talk Blueprint

I, Chen Jinyan, am a forensic doctor. Encountered the "amber corpse" in the airport smoking room A person has turned into a translucent gelatin specimen alive. The skin is as hard as resin, His eyes were still frozen with the shock before his death. I scratched his nostril with the key, There was a strange smell of burning plastic mixed with sweetness. Just this moment, I was involved in a death feast written by chemical equations. The night market stall owner's blood boiled in public, His hands turned into bones within a minute; In the hotel swimming pool, The invisible sharp blade cuts the tourists in half, The edges of the wound actually had thermal melt marks; The thousand-year-old Buddha suddenly wept blood, The skin of the eminent monk exposed to blood and tears showed marble patterns. Death from suffocation... Every scene, They all left behind a fragment of blue drawings with strange symbols drawn on them. They thought it was divine punishment or an accident. But I know that there is a madman who is using living people as reaction vessels. Turn murder into a precise scientific art. What's even scarier is that when I finally found the clue, I realized that from the moment I got off the plane... Now, that map made of blood and blueprint fragments, Pointing towards the darkest corner of Bangkok's Old Town. After all, I'm the one chasing the murderer. Or has he become a guinea pig in a devil's experiment cage?