Three carts arrived at the door of Room 305 and Song Yun knocked on the door.
No sound came from inside.
Song Yun knocked again, but still no one responded.
Song Yun opened the door and went in.
Although she had experienced a lot, seen all kinds of things, and was mentally prepared, when she saw the scene in front of her, her scalp still went numb and her whole body felt like it was being electrocuted.
The scene before my eyes was like hell on earth.
The room, about two thousand square meters, was divided into two parts. One side was the experimental subject preparation area. Rows of steel cables were filled with people, both men and women, all hanging on the cables in strips, like plucked chickens and ducks hanging at stalls in a vegetable market for people to choose from.
Among these people, there are not only yellow-skinned Chinese, but also black-skinned and white-skinned people. Among them, black-skinned people actually account for the majority, followed by yellow-skinned people. It is hard to say whether they are all Chinese. Some of them look like people from Southeast Asia. There are fewer white-skinned people, and most of them are women.
And these people were still alive. They were speechless, their eyes and faces were full of pain, their lips were opening and closing as if they were saying something, but unfortunately, no sound came out.
You don't have to think about what they are saying, it's just a call for help.
It seems that there are at least several dozen experimental subjects waiting to be selected.
On the other side, there was a hellish scene that even Song Yun couldn't bear to look at for a few more seconds.
Over there should be the area where discarded experimental subjects are stored. Bizarre corpses are piled together. It is obvious that these corpses have suffered inhuman torture during their lifetime. The skin of most corpses is abnormal color, and some of the torsos are twisted. One or two corpses are already creepy, and more than ten such corpses piled together, such a visual impact that people dare not take the first look.
Just as Song Yun was hesitating about what to do next, the side door where the bodies were piled opened and a cart came in. Two people in protective suits deftly picked up several bodies from the pile of corpses and piled them on the cart, then drove away and closed the door.
From beginning to end, the two men didn't even look at Song Yun and the others. Their movements were mechanical and their eyes were numb.
Zhao Changjiang resisted the urge to vomit, not daring to look at the hellish scene over there. He lowered his voice and asked Song Yun, "Captain, what should we do now?"
Song Yun held the handle of the cart and suddenly lifted her hand, and all the people on the cart who were unable to struggle rolled to the ground.
Zhao Changjiang and his men followed suit and got the people off the other two carts.
Song Yun said, "Let's get our Chinese people down first, and replace them with these people."
The six people acted separately. Song Yun and Zhao Changjiang were responsible for finding the Chinese. It was very simple. They just spoke Chinese to them. Those who could understand and respond correctly were naturally Chinese.
After finding the person, they untied him from the cable.
Xu Jinbu and Sun Dapeng were responsible for stripping the clothes of those little bastards on the ground, until they were all naked.
Jin Guodong and Chen Changan were responsible for hanging the stripped little R on the steel cable.
Song Yun and Zhao Changjiang helped their Chinese compatriots put on the clothes they had taken off.
All the rescued Chinese compatriots were in tears. They didn't dare to think that anyone would come to rescue them. They thought that they would soon become part of the small pile of corpses next door.
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