They were his personal work diaries.

Page after page, in incredibly neat and small medical handwriting, Vans described all of his alleged procedures.

The investigators paled with initial horror.

James Núñez and Lorra W were not the first to visit their table.

The diaries contained detailed surgical sketches and organ harvesting schedules from at least 12 different and unknown people.

Next to each name were the exact dates, the weight of the biological material extracted, and fanatical notes about the perfect geometric proportions of their bodies.

For years, this quiet mansion was the brains of a serial killer on an unimaginable scale.

Three hours after his arrest, Elias Vans was already sitting in a narrow, bright interrogation room at the police station.

Facing him, at a metal table, was Detective Mitchell, who was doing his best to hide his displeasure.

The video recording of this nighttime interrogation would later become a classic teaching tool for criminal psychologists and profilers across the country.

In the video, he is clearly seen tightly handcuffed and with his back perfectly straight.

His face shows no remorse or fear; on the contrary, he behaves in an extremely polite and relaxed manner, like a respected university professor talking to his students.

When the detective abruptly placed the color photographs of James and Lorrain’s mutilated bodies in front of him, Vans merely tilted his head slightly to one side, looking at them with frank aesthetic pleasure.

The official transcript of the interrogation recorded every single word he said.

“I didn’t kill them, detective,” he said calmly and quietly , without blinking and looking directly into the camera lens.

“I saved him from inevitable biological decomposition.

Look at my work.

” His organs are now perfect.

They are preserved in their highest form; they have become timeless.

You should thank me for preserving its absolute beauty forever .

This chilling monologue, completely devoid of any humanity, caused a physical shudder even among the most experienced investigators who silently observed the interrogation through the one-way mirror.

Detective Mitchell, maintaining his professional composure, slowly pulled out the last page from the doctor’s most recent diary .

There were no names or anatomical drawings, only the exact geographical coordinates of latitude and longitude located deep within the national forest, more than 20 miles from the first bunker found.

And next to them was a Latin inscription neatly enclosed in a thick red marker that read.

Storage facility number two.

And right below appeared the date of the next delivery, already perfectly planned, of live material.

The trial of former brilliant forensic scientist Elias Van, who quickly earned the eerie and apt nickname of the Mount Hood surgeon in the local press, officially began in mid-February 2014.

The large courtroom of the downtown Portland district court was packed with local and national reporters, lawyers, criminal experts, and onlookers shaken to their core by the case.

The air in the room seemed electrified with tension as the accused made his first public appearance accompanied by a strong security detail.

In the front rows, right behind the prosecution table, sat the relatives of James Núñez and Loren Ward.

They wore dark clothes and constantly held hands, struggling to contain their bitter tears and not burst into tears.

While the prosecutors methodically read the horrific details of what happened in the underground bunker, Elias Vans sat down at the defense table wearing a very expensive, perfectly ironed gray suit.

He did not hide his face from the camera flashes, he did not lower his gaze, on the contrary, his posture remained impeccably straight, his movements were measured and on his thin lips sometimes appeared a subtle smile, completely arrogant, of a man who considered himself superior to all those present.

Vans’ incredibly expensive legal team’s strategy was fairly predictable for criminal cases of this level.

They built their line of defense solely on a desperate attempt to demonstrate the absolute insanity of their wealthy client.

The defense team called several private psychiatrists to the stand who spent hours telling the jury about profound schizoid disorders, a manic obsession with the idea of ​​physical immortality, and a total disconnection from moral reality.

The lawyers insisted without emotion that the former doctor was acting in a state of severe and prolonged psychosis and simply did not realize the criminal nature of his actions, sincerely believing himself to be a kind of genius and savior of human perfection.

However, the prosecutor’s team was well prepared for this classic scenario and counterattacked with a crushing blow.

Step by step, the chief prosecutor destroyed the illusion of madness, showing the court irrefutable material evidence of the defendant’s absolute awareness, cold-bloodedness, and meticulousness.

Hundreds of scanned pages from his personal work diaries appeared on a large projection screen in the courtroom.

Each handwritten entry was clearly structured, carefully dated, and contained complex medical terms, precise calculations of drug dosages for paralysis, and temperature charts for perfect tissue preservation.

These were not the
chaotic and disconnected thoughts of a madman, but the impeccable protocols of a serial killer with outstanding analytical intelligence.

Next, the prosecutors added dozens of pages of financial documents to the case.

Special agents cited as witnesses confirmed under oath that Vans had used for years intricate financial schemes with shell companies to secretly acquire professional equipment.

Original receipts for an industrial gasoline generator, deep air purification systems, stainless steel surgical tables, and powerful shadowless lamps were presented to the court.

All these transactions required a clear mind, long-term strategic planning, and a deep understanding of the banking system that completely excluded the state of being affected.

The experts convincingly demonstrated that the clandestine operation had been built and improved over the years, step by step.

The hearings lasted almost two difficult months.

The day of the verdict.

The tension in the room reached its peak.

The jury only took 3 hours of deliberation in a closed room to reach their final decision.

When the jury president stood up and began to slowly read the document, the room fell into such absolute silence that you could hear the hum of the air conditioning units.

Elias Vans had been found guilty unanimously on all possible charges, including kidnapping, serious bodily harm, and first- degree murder with calculated cruelty.

The district judge, looking directly into the cold, empty eyes of the accused, handed down the harshest possible sentence.

According to the official transcript, the judge declared that normal human society should be forever isolated , without any compromise from this level of pure, rational, and sterile evil.

Elias Van was sentenced to six consecutive life sentences in a maximum security federal prison, with no right, not even theoretical, to early release or a new pardon.

Even as these words were being read, the surgeon’s face remained an absolutely impenetrable mask, without a single muscle trembling.

The repercussions of this unprecedented case resonated throughout the state of Oregon for a long time.

County and forestry authorities made a drastic decision regarding the crime scene itself to avoid turning it into a magnet for dark and fanatical tourists.

In the autumn of that same year, the silence of the forest was broken by the roar of heavy construction machinery.

A temporary road was being built to the abandoned Pinecrest Timbermill sawmill.

The ductwork was cut with an autogenous shear and the heavy camouflaged steel doors were ripped forever from their hinges.

The entire underground space of the former sterile operating room was filled with hundreds of tons of thick industrial concrete, turning the bunker into a solid, monolithic sarcophagus, safely and deeply buried underground.

The area was covered with stones and young conifers were planted to allow nature to quickly absorb this invisible scar.

Even today, Mount Hood National Forest continues to attract tens of thousands of travelers with its incredible mountain views and crystal-clear air.

But this gruesome story has left a deep and dark mark on the local community.

Tourists who now pass by the dense thickets of wild brambles and old fallen trees often involuntarily look back at every suspicious creak of a dry branch.

The tragedy of James and Lorin has become the most terrible lesson for all who venture into nature.

The most dangerous and cruel predators that can silently hide in the dense shadows of ancient forests have no fangs, fur, or sharp claws because they wear the most ordinary human face.

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