The two of them, talking as they went, had already passed through the electronic door and entered the first-floor corridor.

At this moment, all the "corpses" in the corridor had already been dealt with; thirty-one heads had each been placed in thirty-one empty body bags and taken away, and thirty-one buckets of "corpse brine" had also been labeled and transported to the morgue together with their corresponding heads.

Fortunately, in this era, there are already highly advanced portable liquid suction devices; otherwise, the police might have had to use mops and rags just to collect the "corpses" from the floor.

In short, the filth in the corridor had basically been cleaned up, leaving only the chalk outlines marking the positions of the bodies. The outlines at this crime scene... if someone unfamiliar with the situation saw them, they would definitely find it baffling. At an ordinary crime scene, the lines usually trace the outline of a person lying on the ground, but here, there were large, irregular circles drawn on the floor. Anyone who didn’t know better might think the victims were giant slimes.

"Over one hundred and fifty patients, as well as Professor Foster himself, have all disappeared without a trace. The police have launched a citywide search... You’ve probably heard about this from the news, so let’s talk about something the news didn’t report..." Scram said as he led Logan Carter further inside. "The identities of the deceased were all confirmed the night before last; thirty-one people, male and female, all of them were wardens here... Oh, you could also call them 'teachers' or 'doctors'..." He paused, glanced at Logan Carter, and continued, "Heh... sounds a bit messy, right? Let me explain briefly and you’ll understand..." He immediately explained, "In this center, 'positions' and 'titles' don’t really mean much. Whether you call them 'doctors' or 'teachers', it’s mainly for dealing with outsiders and for convenience in management. From the information I got from the patients’ families... this place is less like a treatment facility and more like a miniature kingdom. The people in the kingdom can be simply divided into three types: 'the king', 'the king’s lackeys', and 'the commoners.'"

"You don’t need to tell me all this. I read reports about this center in the media a long time ago," said Logan Carter. "Even though it was all just whitewashed propaganda, anyone with a bit of intelligence could see what was really going on."

"Alright, then I won’t give you a lecture. Let’s get back to the case..." Scram shrugged indifferently and continued, "Besides the thirty-one wardens, there were also five staff members working in the cafeteria. One of them was the contractor boss, and the other four were cooks and helpers.

"After the incident, the police quickly found and detained the four employees except for the boss. Upon questioning, they learned that the day before the incident, the boss suddenly gave those four employees a paid day off for no apparent reason... Of course, they didn’t ask much; after all, it was a free holiday. If they asked too many questions, the boss might have replied, 'Why are you asking so much? If you don’t want the day off, you can just come in tomorrow.' ...Wouldn’t that be shooting themselves in the foot?"

"So where is the boss?" Logan Carter wasn’t very interested in the latter part of Scram’s explanation, and interrupted before the topic could stray further.

"Well..." For a moment, Scram’s expression changed slightly, and he shot Logan Carter a sly glance. "Now you’re asking the right question..." He paused for half a second, then continued in a mysterious tone, "According to those cooks and helpers, the boss’s name is 'Michael Bolton', yes... the Zhang of Michael Bolton, the San of Michael Bolton. We found the address of Michael Bolton’s 'contracting company' in the correction center’s files, but when we went there, we discovered the address was fake. The phone number he left was already out of service when we called... and following the registration trail of that number also led to a dead end.

"As for his residence... no one knows, and no one has a photo of him. All his employees said they were approached and hired by him directly at the job agency entrance. After a brief chat and exchanging names and phone numbers, they were brought in to work the next day."

"What about surveillance footage?" Logan Carter reacted quickly, immediately raising a possible breakthrough. "All public areas in this center are under surveillance, including the cafeteria, and... there are cameras on the nearby streets as well. He commuted every day, so he must have been caught on camera at some point. Just have his employees identify him..."

"The police have already done that," Scram replied before he could finish. "We did confirm Michael Bolton’s appearance from the surveillance footage, and used facial recognition software to search for all citizens with similar features... but after comparison, we found that there’s simply no such person in the database."

"So that means..." Logan Carter mused.

"That’s right, it was a 'fake face'," said Scram. "At least, there’s no such person in the Federation’s database. As for whether his name is really 'Michael Bolton'... that doesn’t matter anymore. Let’s just call him that for now."