The room was dark, except for the lamp placed above, casting a glow on a spot where an unrecognized burnt body lay. Malik walked to it, his eyes remaining fixed on the body and the smoke hovering around it.
"The smoke doesn't stop," the physician, an old man whom he had assigned to be there, said.
Malik nodded at the old man who stood opposite him with a spoon, opening the teeth of the deceased, "He is completely dead, I'm very sure of it, but this smoke won't stop coming out. "
"There are more of them, more dead bodies like this with this smoke. I wonder what this means," Malik mumbled.
The man's eyes widened, "More bodies?"
Malik nodded, then turned to the man, "What did you find?"
The man sighed, his shoulders slumping, and his attention focused on Malik, "Have you heard of evil spirits?"
"I have, but only in stories," he said. He did not know whether to believe those stories now; even Salam's grandmother had talked about it.