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As I burst through the emergency exit, I caught sight of Cap Man vaulting over the garage railing. He hurled his toolbox, shattering the windshield of a police car, and from the wreckage rolled out five miniature cameras, their lenses stained with dried blood.
"Watch out!" Old Chen shouted as he tackled me just in time. A glint of metal flashed from the man's sleeve. The screwdriver grazed my ear before embedding itself into a support column, its tail wrapped in a steel wire glinting coldly in the rain—identical to the weapon that had strangled the first three victims.
When we pinned the man to the ground, his phone suddenly rang with Lin Xue's live stream ringtone. As I answered, a mechanical voice mixed with static pierced my eardrum: "Did you find the eyes in the doll?"
Just as Old Chen ripped off the man's mask, all the lights in the garage went out. In the last flicker of light, I saw a face completely different from that on the wanted poster—young and handsome, with a teardrop mole at the corner of his right eye.
The moment the operating table's spotlight flickered on, I noticed a pinhole behind Lin Xue's ear. The 0.3-millimeter wound was hidden at the edge of her wig, resembling a mark left by a venomous sting.
As Old Zhou extracted a half-transparent fiber with tweezers, the refrigeration unit suddenly hummed ominously, as if a lost soul were sighing within.
"Residue from a nano-scale injector," Old Zhou stated as he placed the fiber into the mass spectrometer. "The main component is acetylcholine, which can cause muscle paralysis within thirty seconds."
He pulled up a slide of the deceased's vocal cords. "But what's truly terrifying is this—" Under the microscope, tiny metal shards were embedded within the folds of her vocal cords, shaped like demonic fangs.
"A subsonic resonator," said Director Wang from the tech department as he removed his rubber gloves. "When sound waves at specific frequencies pass through, they can induce spasms in the throat muscles."
He pressed play, and Lin Xue's last words before her fall—"He's in the wardrobe"—twisted into a high-pitched scream. I instinctively covered my ears and momentarily saw Cap Man's Adam's apple rhythmically bobbing in the surveillance footage.
In the evidence room under ultraviolet light, Skeleton Bride Doll's lace skirt glowed with an eerie blue hue. As I cut open the doll's abdomen, seven button cameras tumbled out from within its stuffing, their lenses coated with flecks of mascara.
"The latest 4K imaging sensor," Xiao Zhang said as he picked up a chip with a magnetic pen. "It has a SIM card slot built-in that can upload footage in real-time..." He suddenly froze as the projector cast twenty-seven live bedroom feeds onto the wall.
Old Chen slammed his fist down on the control panel. In one of the live windows, a girl in a nightgown was brushing her doll's hair; behind her, a sliver of cold metal glinted from between her wardrobe doors.
"Immediately locate all recipients of these dolls!" he shouted into his radio while I delicately pried open the synthetic resin around the doll's eye socket. On a tiny screen embedded where its pupil should be was Lin Xue’s terrified expression captured just one second before her fall.
The alarm light in the DNA testing room suddenly blared red. I stared at the two DNA reports, cold sweat pooling in my palms and smudging the ink—skin tissue found under Lin Xue's nails belonged to Zhang Mingyuan, but the genetic sequence detected in the saliva inside the doll pointed to the late chemical expert, Lu Wenzhao, who had died three years ago.
"Professor Lu died in a laboratory explosion," Old Zhou said as he pulled up a photo of the charred remains. "Unless someone has stolen his biological samples..." He suddenly zoomed in on the edge of the photo, where a burnt lab coat pocket faintly revealed part of a reagent bottle label: XT-37.
As I burst out of the lab, heavy rain was washing away the blood sample test tubes on the evidence room windowsill. The man captured in the underground parking lot suddenly erupted into laughter in the interrogation room, his voiceprint perfectly matching the mechanical tone from an anonymous call.
"You think you've caught a hunter?" he licked the scar on his thumb, "He's just a scapegoat."
At 4:00 PM, a sudden scream from the tech department pierced through the corridor. Xiao Liu trembled as he pointed to the restored dark web data—a live stream from a channel called Blood-Red Theater, where twenty-seven split screens were simultaneously broadcasting from the perspective of dolls.
On the right side of the donation leaderboard, the top user ID was an inverted cross. "They’re betting on who will be the next victim," Xiao Zhang pulled up the backend logs, "the betting amount has already exceeded..."
Old Chen abruptly snuffed out his cigarette. In a newly opened live stream, a girl dressed in a Lolita outfit was unboxing a Skeleton Bride Doll; behind her stood an ornate wardrobe identical to Lin Xue's bedroom style.
"Lock down the IP address!" I grabbed my car keys just as the evidence room suddenly lost power. In that instant when emergency lights flickered on, all the dolls' eyes turned in unison toward the southeast—directly toward Room 1704 of Jinxiu Apartment.
When police burst into Room 1704, they found walls lined with monitors playing twenty-seven death live streams. A man in a bathrobe slowly turned around; in his left hand was a Skeleton Doll identical to Lin Xue's, and in his right hand was a chemical reagent bottle with XT-37 glowing with blood-red light.
"Welcome to the real Blood-Red Theater." He pressed a remote control, and suddenly all the dolls' eyes exploded, shards of glass scattering everywhere, revealing miniature capsules hidden within them as a sharp scent of almonds filled the room...
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