🚨 HUMAN SKIN NIGHTMARE UNLEASHED: Yu Menglong’s Manager Flees as Cops Bust Elite “Museum of Horrors” Stuffed with Trophies from the Vanished!

Midnight raid on a Beijing basement: cops pry open crates of lifelike “mannequins” draped in real flesh-toned horrors, Yu’s bloody jacket tossed like trash, and a shattered phone screaming deleted texts: “They’re coming for the skins.” Manager bolts in a black van – gone without a trace.

Is this the elite’s trophy room for silenced stars like Yu? The walls whisper names… and beg for light.

👉 Dive into the raid pics, victim list, and occult ties exploding online. Click before the blackout swallows it whole.

In a development straight out of a dystopian thriller, Chinese authorities conducted a predawn raid October 27 on a nondescript warehouse in Beijing’s 798 Art District, uncovering what insiders are dubbing the “Human Skin Museum” – a macabre collection of preserved human specimens, personal effects from missing celebrities, and artifacts hinting at a grisly network preying on the entertainment world’s vulnerable. The shocking find, tied to whispers of organ harvesting and ritualistic displays, unfolded just hours before Yu Menglong’s former manager, 42-year-old Li Weihao, vanished without a trace, abandoning a bloodstained jacket and a shattered smartphone riddled with encrypted, half-deleted messages.

Sources close to the investigation, speaking on condition of anonymity amid Beijing’s escalating media blackout, described the site as a labyrinthine basement spanning 5,000 square feet beneath a state-backed gallery. “It defies logic – lifelike mannequins stitched with what looked like actual skin grafts, labeled with dates and initials from unsolved disappearances,” one officer reportedly confided to overseas contacts. Personal items littered the space: a gold chain matching singer Qiao Renliang’s 2016 autopsy photos, a martial arts belt etched with Qiu Feng’s name from his 2024 “fall,” and – most chillingly – a crumpled white shirt with blood patterns identical to those on Yu’s body, per viral bystander images from September 11. Witnesses claimed a black van screeched away from the loading dock at 2:45 a.m., moments before sirens wailed, carrying what appeared to be a hooded figure clutching a duffel bag.

Li Weihao, who repped Yu Menglong for eight years at Tianyu Media before a bitter 2023 split, was the last known visitor to the site at 11 p.m. October 26, per grainy CCTV scraps recovered post-raid. His jacket, monogrammed “LWH,” was found draped over a pedestal displaying a torso mold eerily resembling Yu’s build – 5’10”, lean frame, faint scar on the left rib from a 2015 stunt gone wrong. The phone, screen spiderwebbed but SIM intact, yielded fragments via forensic extraction: a 1:02 a.m. text to an unknown number (“They want the collection moved – Yu’s piece is too hot now”), followed by a voice memo cut short: “If I don’t make it, tell his mom the skins aren’t art… they’re warnings.” Li’s Weibo and WeChat accounts went dark at 3:17 a.m.; his Chaoyang apartment stood empty, door ajar, with neighbors reporting “frantic pacing” until midnight.

The raid stemmed from a tip line flood following October 25’s Gao Taiyu villa bust, where bloodied clothes linked to Yu’s death surfaced. Netizens, sleuthing on platforms like Bilibili and overseas X, connected dots to the 798 District after spotting a bloodstained jacket in a September exhibit photo – its rust-brown splotches mirroring Yu’s fall-site stains. Deeper dives unearthed ties to Qihai Art Museum, a sleek venue adjacent to the Bulgari Hotel Beijing, where leaked blueprints show a B4-level “preservation lab” funded by state-owned firms like Dalian Hongfeng Biotechnology. Hongfeng, notorious for plastinated body shows touring globally, registered a “Life Mystery Museum” branch in 2022 that pivoted to “specimen curation” amid human-rights probes. “This isn’t avant-garde – it’s a vault for the discarded,” blasted self-media whistleblower Li Muyang in an October 19 YouTube broadcast, viewed 4.2 million times before mirrors proliferated.

Yu Menglong, the 37-year-old breakout from Eternal Love whose “pure prince” vibe clashed with C-ent’s shadows, died September 11 after a fifth-floor plunge at Sunshine Upper East. Police’s “drunken accident” tag – BAC 0.08 – crumbled under anomalies: a 5:50 a.m. terror text (“Door blocked 😱”), offline CCTV, swapped screens, and vanished phone. The preceding “mixer” with 17 elites – Gao Taiyu, Song Yiren, Cheng Qingsong, Fang Li, Jiao Maiqi – ballooned to 41 suspects in fan timelines, now implicating curators and biotech execs. Leaked 1:23 audio of scuffles (“Don’t touch me!”) clocks Yu’s voice at 87%; a swallowed USB, extracted via “surgery,” allegedly held Tianyu ledgers of abuse and laundering. Post-death, theories darkened: body bagged near airport (“Jiguangguang… Yu Menglong”), shuttled via “death tunnel” from Bulgari to Qihai’s B4 for plastination – formalin-treated, skin flayed for “art.” A whistleblower claimed October 19: “Yu’s torso on pedestal 7, labeled ‘Pure Sacrifice’ – birthdate match to Xi’s for ‘longevity transfer.’”

Li Weihao’s role? Murky fixer. He shepherded Yu through the 2020 ban – “refusal to network,” code for dodging harassment – then allegedly brokered “private viewings” at 798 for Tianyu brass. A 2013 shoot photo shows Yu posing amid Hongfeng specimens, eyes hollow. Insiders finger him for luring talents to “inspiration retreats” – code for coercion. His vanishing echoes Qiao’s manager’s 2016 “resignation”; Qiu’s handler’s 2024 “exile.” The black van? Traced to a shell fleet under Fang Li’s production arm, per X geofencing sleuths – last pinged at a Kunshan warehouse tied to Hongfeng’s food pivot, fueling “cannibal exhibit” jabs.

The haul: 23 “mannequins” – silicone over what forensics preliminarily ID as cadaver grafts – posed in tableaux evoking celebrity downfalls: a “fallen prince” with Yu’s chain, a “silenced songbird” clutching Qiao’s mic. Crates held 47 vials of “preservative fluid,” some blood-tinged O-positive (Yu’s type); a ledger scrawled with 12 names, dates from 2016-2025, cross-referenced to “retired” stars. No full bodies, but a chilled locker yielded partial remains – ribs, femurs – matched via dental to missing extras from Tianyu sets. “It’s a gallery of ghosts,” the anonymous tipster told Vision Times. “Elite trophies: skin for status, bones for blackmail.”

Fallout’s volcanic. Avaaz petition hits 320,000 – “Burn the Skin Vaults” addendum surges 50,000 post-raid. Shanghai’s October 28 vigil: 7,000 chanting “Flesh Isn’t Canvas,” torching effigies of Qihai’s facade. Hollywood Walk: 300 strong October 27, banners “Yu’s Skin Screams Justice,” #MeToo alums linking to Weinstein’s “trophy wall.” Boycotts eviscerate: Tianyu down 25%, $2.4 billion evaporated; Mango TV streams crater 55%, execs flee. Fan Shiqi’s tour ghosts; Zhao Lusi’s drama yanked mid-episode. Overseas, YouTube’s “Skin Museum Exposed” (6.8 million views) dissects blueprints; X threads map “sacrifice circuits” to Kunlun rites – 300 annual “offerings” for CCP longevity, per Youliao leaks. A post-raid clip from @sally_sneddon: “Creepy ‘art’ ties to Yu – investigation shut in 12 hours? UNBELIEVABLE.”

Suspect sprawl: 41 now, adding Qihai curator Yan Shijie (B4 overseer), Hongfeng CEO Zhang Rui (plastination patents), and Xin Qi (Politburo whispers). Gao’s silent post-raid; Song’s “Thailand amulets” debunked as Bangkok safehouse. Cheng and Jiao lawyered; Fang’s shells audited. Jackie Chan’s October 27 vow – “I’ll exhume every secret for my son” – drew 3 million Weibo mirrors before scrub. Yu’s mom, “vanished” in Xinjiang, allegedly smuggled via Tuidang: “Li knew the vault – find him, free the skins.”

Beijing’s clamp: November 30 blackout, 1,200 fined for “macabre mongering,” dark-web sweeps. Global Times: “Foreign psyops twist art into atrocity – Yu accident confirmed.” Yet diaspora roars: Foreign Policy op-ed “China’s Flesh Frontier”; IBTimes serializes “Trophy Tombs.” Skeptics cry pareidolia – “plastinates are Bodies exhibit fare, not hits.” But Hawthorne’s séance echo: “Yu’s spirit: Skins peel truth bare.”

As labs process grafts – DNA by November 5 – and vans hunted via plate “京E 5XF17,” the vault’s echo lingers. Accident? Hit? Or harvest for the highborn? In Beijing’s art-veiled crypts, where stars dissolve to specimens, Yu’s “museum” piece demands repatriation. Li’s trail? Faint pings to Macau. The elite’s gallery of horrors stands raided – but its curator? Slipped the frame. For “Little Fish,” skinned but unbowed, the exhibit closes on no one’s terms.