Chapter 178 Impossible to Reason With

The outer gate had been left ajar, revealing a scene of chaos inside. A middle-aged woman, Evelyn Blackwell, was weakly sweeping up scraps of snacks and cigarette butts with a big broom. Hearing unfamiliar footsteps, she immediately lifted her head in alarm, her eyes full of wariness and impatience. "We're no longer taking interviews today. Please leave," she declared. Without stopping, Lila answered, "We're not reporters. I'm with Syntrex Research Center. I came here today to speak with the family to get a better understanding of the situation." As she spoke, she cast a subtle glance through the doorway from the corner of her eye. In the middle of the main hall was a glass-topped iced-coffin, with wisps of cold white vapor seeping through its seams. The body inside should be the deceased patient. It was just as she had suspected. The family had refused an autopsy and delayed the burial—all of that to preserve the most important piece of evidence. This very piece of evidence c