Chapter 2: The Mysterious Disappearance of the Beauty Salon

  And Yang Ying's left half of her face, the upper part of her cheek was gone, leaving only a bloody and flesh-filled cavity.

  It was midsummer, and even in the dead of night, the temperature was still high, but I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine.

  After investigation, the police initially concluded that Yang Ying had died from excessive blood loss due to cutting off pieces of her own flesh with a rusty kitchen knife, which was caused by anorexia nervosa.

  I've been thinking about it and I feel that something is off. This case, even if it was a suicide, isn't just a simple ordinary suicide. It must be closely related to Lire and Luoming. Why didn't the police investigate this lead?

  I remembered that Yang Qing had hummed "The Wandering Songstress" before she died, and the operating room on the second floor of Lirui also often played this music.

  So I immediately called Captain Yang, who was leading the team, and suggested that he thoroughly investigate the operating room on the second floor of Lire, and it would be best to investigate Director Luo Ming.

  Officer Yang was silent on the other end of the phone for a moment before asking me back: Young man, are you sure it's Lire?

  I said: Yes, there's definitely something strange about that operating room.

  Officer Yang changed his tone to a concerned one and said, "Young man, your best friend has passed away, I understand how you feel. Please don't be too grief-stricken, but rather mourn in an orderly fashion. However, I still want to remind you that fabricating and falsifying evidence is against the law. You might be too tired and thinking too much, so take a good rest now. Next time, you can't provide fake evidence to the police again."

  He hung up after finishing speaking.

  I was stunned: fake evidence? Why didn't he go investigate and collect evidence, but instead said I fabricated evidence? Is Luo Ming's power so great that even the police dare not investigate him?

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shiver.

  "Yang Ying ah Yang Ying, have you offended Luo Ming? This time I really can't help you. I'll burn a few more sticks of incense on your grave for you. Rest in peace."

  Although I think so, my heart always feels painful. Knowing that there is evidence in front of me to investigate the murderer behind Yang Ying's suicide, but I can't help her after all. A small person like me who has no power or influence is also helpless!

  ……

  Yang Ying's death made headlines that day, but in "Lire", it didn't cause any reaction. Most doctors who heard the news looked fairly calm.

  The Liri Hospital also strictly forbids discussion of Yang Ying's death, so it gradually subsided.

  ……

  I am an intern doctor at "Lily", but in fact, I am a designer. My main job is to use image processing software to design the ideal body shape or face that customers want and hand it over to the chief surgeon. The work is quite relaxing, with a salary of over 50,000 yuan paid into my card every two months.

  Of course, sometimes I also come to the operating room to assist the chief surgeon and do some small operations such as double eyelid surgery or rhinoplasty. Of course, major surgeries are not my turn.

  The four interns who entered "Lire" with me are all doing quite well, except for one colleague named He Dong, who has a large bone structure and appears to be relatively rough in build. Even if he loses weight, he won't look slender unless his bones are thinned out.

  The hospital leadership gradually looked at him with disfavor, so they also transferred him to the logistics department. A big man was in charge of washing bed sheets and patient clothes. As a result, He Dong became like an eggplant that had been frostbitten, limp all day long.

  He Dong's story will continue later, so let's stop here for now.

  At Lire, I also met a very familiar female colleague.

  Luohong, my old classmate, has been a neighbor since childhood. From elementary school to university, we were in the same school, except that she was in a junior college program, so she graduated one year earlier than me. Now she is the chief surgeon of Lire.

  In my impression, she is a bit fat and short, with an ordinary appearance, which should be completely inconsistent with Luo Ming's recruitment requirements.

  It just so happened that Luo Hong hadn't seen her in nearly a year, and she had transformed into a goddess, with a slender and tall figure, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a prominent front and back, and fair skin.

  Neighbors and classmates for over a decade, now working in the same hospital, I feel that we have a deep affinity, although I suspect she has undergone major plastic surgery, but I don't mind much, and I launched a fierce pursuit of her.

  After more than half a year of hard pursuit, just in the second month after Yang Ying's accident, I finally moved her with my sincerity. She agreed to be with me.

  I and Luo Hong fell deeply in love, inseparable, dormitory, hotel, park back hill... everywhere left our fighting traces.

  Luo Hong is a clever and beautiful girl, but there are two things about her that make me shudder.

  In the dead of night, she would occasionally sit up, her eyes wide open and staring straight ahead, as she began to hum in a high-pitched voice, singing the melody of "The Songstress of the Sky's Edge". No matter how loudly I shouted at her or even pinched her, she showed no reaction. Only after finishing one rendition of "The Songstress of the Sky's Edge" would she lie back down and fall fast asleep.

  Secondly, after having intimate contact with her, I found that there was no trace of any surgical scars on her body.

  I couldn't help but be surprised, and repeatedly asked her in a roundabout way, but Luo Hong only said that Luo Ming had performed an extremely skilled operation on Lire, and there was no sign of it.

  Especially when she sings "The Wandering Songstress", I couldn't help but associate her with the late Yang Ying, and the singing voice that came from the operating room, sending chills down my spine.

  But for someone like me, a total loser and nerd, being able to date a goddess is already a blessing that I've accumulated over ten lifetimes. So regarding Luo Hong's matters, I just turn a blind eye and don't bother asking what really happened.

  We had a passionate love affair for three months, and one time after we spent the night in a hotel room, the next day Luo Hong suddenly broke up with me without any reason and went abroad with a rich old man over 70 years old.

  It's said to be without reason, but in fact there are plenty of reasons, all due to excess money.

  My heart is broken into eight pieces, extremely disappointed.

  In Lire, there is a person who is as disappointed as I am. He is He Dong from the logistics department. He has been washing sheets and hospital clothes in the logistics department since he came in.

  Although he says that being a cleaner at Lire is over 10,000 yuan in salary, he is after all a high-achieving graduate of Huaxia Medical University, and always feels that his ambitions are hard to fulfill.

  So we commiserated with each other and often ran to the back hill of the hospital park to drink together.

  Then something even more terrifying happened.

  One day, I got up early, bought breakfast and prepared to go to work early. When I arrived at the bus station where Lire was, what I saw in front of me was like being struck by lightning:

  "Lire" disappeared, evaporated alive from the world of humans, as if she had never existed before.

  "Lire" was originally located, with seven or eight thick locust trees as big as a hug, with branches and leaves intersecting and crisscrossing, dense like a giant umbrella, even the outside light couldn't shine in.

  I was in a state of extreme numbness and shock until several minutes later, when I heard a gentle voice beside my ear: "Young man, are you okay?"

  I came to and saw that it was an old man in his seventies with white hair speckled here and there, a kind expression on his face.

  I grabbed his hand tightly and shouted: "Where's Lire? Where is the original Lire Beauty Salon?"

  The old man looked at me with a strange gaze: "Young man, what did you ask Lire for?"

  I trembled and said: "I was still working here yesterday, but today I'm gone..."

  The old man showed extreme shock: "Young man, have you been possessed by evil spirits?... More than 20 years ago, there was indeed a Lili Beauty and Cosmetic Center here, but later it was burned down by a big fire, and not many people survived in the hospital..."