Chapter 48: The Fire Punishment of Sin!

"Ding!"

The elevator stopped at the second floor.

Several nurses had been chattering gossip, but when they saw the familiar figure inside the elevator, they instantly fell silent.

"Doctor Blake, good evening."

One nurse stepped into the elevator and greeted him. This book is originally published on Tiantian Kan Xiaoshuo, super powerful, ttkx. tw library, offering you error-free, non-misordered chapter reading experience.

"Good evening." Roger coughed twice.

"Doctor Blake, are you wearing a mask because you have a cold?" The nurses all turned to look at their superior.

"Yes." Roger suddenly remembered something and asked: "How is Mrs. Stanis today?"

"She's been sad, ate very little today," the female nurse explained. "She probably didn't expect Zoe to quit—they used to be so close."

"Come on, Cindy. Mrs. Stanis isn't thinking about Zoe—she's just worried about tomorrow's surgery."

A sharp male voice sounded from the corner, seemingly hostile toward Zoe.

"Who knows what that bitch Zoe was thinking? She only worked half a month before leaving Margaret Nursing Home. Hmph, wasted Mrs. Stanis's tip."

"I bet she hooked up with some rich old man, got herself kept with those two lumps of flesh."

"But once he gets bored, she'll probably end up sleeping on the streets as a homeless person."

"Don't you think Zoe and homeless people go together? She always smells sour—oh god, every time I smell her, I want to throw up."

The other nurses might have agreed, but since Blake was present, they said nothing, letting the male nurse ramble on.

Roger raised an eyebrow: "Pierce, I have a favor to ask you."

He still remembered Zoe mentioning this annoying guy with a Florida accent.

"Of course, sir!" Pierce quickly replied.

"Take this bottle of medicine to Mrs. Stanis. For tomorrow's surgery, she should take it tonight."

Roger pulled out a small transparent bottle containing red granules and handed it to Pierce.

"No problem, I'll go right away." Pierce happily accepted the task and left with the nurses from the third floor.

The elevator quickly returned to the fourth floor.

Roger scanned the area and, seeing no other doctors, walked straight into his office.

He didn't turn on the lights, letting himself be swallowed by darkness.

Then he dialed the Seattle Times' professional news tip hotline.

"Hello, this is the Seattle Times. What information are you providing?"

"Listen, I'm Blake, a professional illegal organ transplant doctor. I'm reporting the place where I work."

"Wait, slow down!" The operator clearly panicked, sensing this was no ordinary call.

"No time. Just record it." Roger took a deep breath and continued: "I'm reporting Margaret Nursing Home for illegal organ trafficking, intentional homicide, kidnapping, and other crimes."

"The owner of this nursing home, Al Griffin, previously ran a Daisy Home private clinic, where she conducted these illegal transactions."

"They recruit homeless people as nurses, then trap them in basement cells when they let their guard down, and finally kill them brutally."

"Healthy organs are transplanted into wealthy elderly patients; the rest of the remains are sold to outsiders."

"I have evidence for everything I said—in the basement and my office at Margaret Nursing Home. There's a Chen Lie Shi in the basement filled with body parts of victims, even Zhu Di's—Zhu Di from the missing case six months ago, the girl murdered by Daisy Home."

"In my office, there's a coffee machine. Beneath it lies a list of victims from past years—if the police investigate carefully, they'll find all these people vanished."

"Their body parts are also in the Chen Lie Shi in the basement."

"I'll disable the building's circuit breaker shortly, so they can't access the basement via elevator. If you want to enter and investigate, use the fire escape—bring a handsaw."

Having finished speaking, Roger exhaled deeply and hung up.

Then, using the same script, he called several other media outlets one after another.

Once done, he dialed the police.

"Hello, I found a freshly killed corpse at Margaret Nursing Home! Get here fast!"

"The address is…"

…

"Click."

In the silent corridor, Roger closed the door to his office.

He had completed eighty percent of the plan; only twenty percent remained.

Too bad he hadn't seen Mrs. Griffin.

Otherwise, Roger wouldn't have minded giving her a shot of adrenaline.

He took the elevator to the first floor and casually took a bottle of mineral water from a passing nurse's cart.

The white woman looked at him with cautious curiosity: "How was it, Doctor Blake?"

"No problems," Roger smiled slightly.

The white woman immediately danced with joy: "Wonderful, thank you, Doctor Blake!"

"But Mrs. Stanis wants to speak with you in person, so…"

"I understand. I'll go right now!" The white woman eagerly opened the door for Roger.

"See you tomorrow, Doctor Blake."

"See you tomorrow."

After closing the door, Roger heard hurried footsteps inside and turned toward the courtyard beside the building, heading straight for the circuit breaker.

But as he arrived, he unexpectedly spotted a German Shepherd tied with a chain, watching him warily.

"Grr…" It seemed to recognize Roger's scent as unfamiliar and growled a warning.

Seeing it might ruin his plan, Roger pulled out a sausage, tore open the packaging.

Suddenly, a rich aroma surged into his nose, making his throat twitch.

"Damn, this thing is way too fragrant."

The shepherd dog stretched out its tongue, drool streaming endlessly, clearly utterly captivated by the food.

Roger tossed the sausage to it; seeing it devour it with ravenous delight, he carefully sidestepped and approached the electrical panel blocked by the wire fence.

Seeing this, he pulled out a sleek, small silver pair of wire cutters and swiftly snipped a half-person-high gap in the fence, then slipped through with caution.

The electrical box was right before him, and now no one could stop him.

Roger opened the electrical box and reached in to shut off every circuit breaker one by one.

Instantly, Margaret Nursing Home plunged into darkness.

Then he used the silver wire cutters to sever every single wire—no matter how thick or thin, each snapped like paper under the cutters.

Once all wires were cut, Roger crawled out from behind the wire fence.

At that moment, the shepherd dog had finished the sausage and was wildly wagging its tail at him.

"Little guy, you're the only decent creature here."

Roger smiled and patted its fur, listening to the shrill screams echoing in his ears, muttering to himself:

"Hope you all have a fun night, bastards."

Half a minute later, he reappeared in the underground parking lot and returned to Blake's car.

At this moment, Blake had already been tied up by Juan and stuffed into the trunk.

"Now, only you remain."

Glancing at the sleeping man in the trunk, Roger sneered.

He had no intention of letting Blake go—after all, this guy was undoubtedly one of the main accomplices in this entire series of high-value transactions.

And he had seen Roger's face.

So back in the car, Roger pressed the accelerator and drove the Mercedes toward Du Wa Mi Shi He Park, where no one wandered at night.

Entering the park, he followed the river downstream until he finally stopped the car near the spot where he had first discovered the bloated corpse.

Then he dragged Blake out of the trunk and placed him in the driver's seat.

"Splash." Cold mineral water poured over the man's head, drenching him to the bone.

"Ugh…" Blake slowly opened his eyes, feeling the world spin, stars dancing before his vision.

"Where… the fuck… my head, puke."

The ether's effect was too strong—he was still dizzy and nauseous.

"How do you feel, my Dr. Blake?" A mocking voice suddenly came from beside him.

Blake struggled to turn his head toward the passenger seat and saw the imposter wearing thin underwear, lighting a cigarette with a lighter.

"Who are you… why?" His voice was weak, his focus slipping.

"You don't need to care who I am—only what I've done." Roger smiled, watching the cigarette burn in his hand. "I just used your phone to call every police station and newspaper, reporting Margaret Nursing Home under your name."

At these words, Blake's pupils dilated instantly!

"You're insane!"

"Hey, why am I the one insane?" Roger smiled faintly, though his smile looked to Blake like a demon from the abyss.

"Everything was done by Blake—what does it have to do with me?"

Blake was speechless, only able to snarl: "They won't let you go."

"Don't waste my time with this nonsense. Do you really expect God to send an angel to save you? Reality isn't one of those trash novels obsessed with last-minute twists." Roger sneered. "Besides, if an angel learned of your crimes, they'd support me even more."

"So your fate is sealed, Blake."

Roger's eyes, glowing in the dark, reflected the moonlight shimmering on the river: "To the police, you're the murderer—you killed Sullivan, killed the basement guard, then set your car on fire by the Du Wa Mi Shi He and committed suicide out of guilt."

"To the reporters, you're the repentant villain, a demon drenched in blood."

"And to the families of other victims, you're a vile, irredeemable trash, a monster wearing human skin."

"Your name will headline every media outlet worldwide—they'll forever remember you, spit on you."

Roger smiled slightly: "How do you like this ending?"

"Fuck, fuck! You're the devil! Let me go, please! I'll give you all my money!"

Driven by survival instinct, Blake wept and begged.

But it was too late.

"Now I finally understand why villains love to monologue at the last moment—it's genuinely satisfying."

After venting, Roger felt a deep sense of relief.

He pulled on gloves, shoved them into Blake's mouth, then ignored the man's pleas and tossed the cigarette butt onto the seat.

In moments, the leather seat emitted a foul, charred stench.

Roger walked farther away from the car, the flames inside growing fiercer.

Until a towering fire erupted beside the Du Wa Mi Shi He, staining the surrounding land red, and the explosion made the homeless hiding in the shadows look up.

Roger didn't turn back—he got into Juan's car.

At the same time, system notifications kept appearing.