Chapter 293 Underground Morgue
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Tang Yue suddenly stopped, frowned tightly, and flared her nostrils slightly, trying to identify the strange smell.
The smell was so peculiar that it was difficult to describe it accurately. It was neither like the damp, decayed air of the passage nor the metallic scent of gold bricks, but rather a pungent, nauseating mixture of decay, blood, and some kind of chemical.
A strong thought surged in Tang Yue's heart, and the smell made her instinctively feel her heart tighten.
Miyazaki Feng's words involuntarily surfaced in her mind: "Those who can't work while alive? They are the owners of the morgue. There, they will die sooner or later."
"The smell? Don't worry. Japan has the world's most advanced experts in pathogen research. They can control those corpses from rotting and stinking."
Could it be that this place is very close to the morgue? Tang Yue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her hand unconsciously tightened around the weapon in her hand, as if she could break it with a little more force.
The passage was silent, with only her slightly rapid breathing echoing in the empty passage. She moved forward slowly, each step was extremely slow, her eyes fixed on the front, not missing any slight movement.
At this moment, she was like a cheetah in a dark jungle, always ready to attack. It seemed that only in this way could she vent the anger in her heart.
Tang Yue took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. With her keen senses, she began to carefully observe her surroundings.
The walls of the passageway were becoming increasingly waterlogged, with moss growing wildly, gleaming eerily in the dim light. The ground was also becoming increasingly slippery, forcing Tang Yue to be extra cautious with every step she took.
On the way forward, she discovered some strange marks. There were several deep scratches on the wall, as if they were made by some sharp object. The length and depth of the scratches were chilling.
There were some tattered pieces of clothing scattered on the ground. Tang Yue picked up one of them. The blood on it had long since dried and turned dark red, as if telling of the tragic experience it had once had. Looking at these traces, Tang Yue knew that the morgue was not far away.
However, every step I took became heavier.
Continuing forward, the passage reached a fork in the road. Tang Yue stood at the intersection, closing her eyes. She didn't use her mental power to investigate, as she couldn't accept the tragic scene.
After a moment, she opened her eyes and resolutely chose the passage on the left. This passage was narrower, with the walls almost touching her body, and the oppressive atmosphere made her feel a little breathless.
As Tang Yue continued on her way, she encountered some small traps. Occasionally, there were hidden holes on the ground, their entrances covered by a thin layer of wood, covered in dirt and moss, making them impossible to detect without careful observation.
Tang Yue relied on her agility and rich experience to cleverly avoid these traps time and time again. She knew that these traps were set by the Miyazaki family to hide the secrets of the abandoned morgue, which also meant that she was getting closer and closer to her destination.
As Tang Yue continued to go deeper, the strange smell became stronger and stronger, almost unbearable. She did not block it out. She wanted to remember this day, this place, and she never wanted to forget it.
Continuing to walk slowly and arduously, a huge stone door appeared in front of us. The stone door was engraved with strange symbols and patterns, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Tang Yue didn't want to care what the totem on the stone gate was for. She just wanted to see what kind of inhumane treatment those people received.
Tang Yue slowly walked to the stone door, reached out and pushed it gently. The stone door made a dull sound and slowly opened.
A strong stench of decay hit Tang Yue's face, and she almost retched. She endured the discomfort and slowly walked into the morgue.
The morgue was dimly lit, with only a few faint oil lamps flickering on the walls. Their light flickered unsteadily, as if it would go out at any moment, echoing the countless yellow talismans on the walls.
The walls were covered in water stains and moss, which shimmered eerily in the dim light. The ground was wet, not sure if it was water stains or some other liquid, but Tang Yue could feel the stickiness under her feet with every step.
The air was filled with a strong stench of decay, a mixture of blood, rotting flesh, and death, almost suffocating. To suppress the nausea, Tang Yue had to take out a handkerchief from her storage ring and cover her mouth and nose.
She cannot block out her feelings, she has to remember every moment here.
But even so, the stench was pervasive, penetrating into her nostrils and making her stomach churn.
In addition to the stench of decay, there was a faint pungent smell of disinfectant in the air. The two smells mixed together to form an even more strange and unpleasant smell, as if it was a mixture of death and struggle.
Tang Yue's eyes slowly swept across every corner of the corpse room. The scene before her made her pupils shrink instantly, and a strong anger and grief surged in her heart.
Countless corpses were piled up in disorder on the ground and against the walls. These corpses were in various postures, some were twisted, as if they had experienced great pain before death.
Some were incomplete, with their limbs and heads separated from their bodies and scattered all over the ground; some were highly rotten, with the skin and flesh beginning to fall off, revealing white bones, and maggots wriggling freely in the rotten flesh, making it unbearable to look at.
In a corner, Tang Yue saw a corpse. The deceased's hands were tied tightly behind his back, the rope cutting deep into his flesh, leaving streaks of blood. His eyes were wide open, his face still showing an expression of pain and fear, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was crying out in despair before dying.
Next to the corpse, there was a pool of dried blood, dark in color, as if telling of the tragedy that had happened.
Not far away, a female corpse was half-sitting against the wall, her hair scattered messily on her face, covering most of her features. Her body was covered with scars, and her clothes were torn to shreds, revealing large patches of bruised skin.
There was a long wound on her abdomen, and her internal organs were almost spilling out. The scene was horrific. Tang Yue walked closer and found that the woman's hand was still tightly holding a piece of tattered cloth, which might be her last struggle and resistance before death.
In the middle of the morgue, several piles of corpses were stacked one on top of the other, forming a "corpse mountain." These corpses were pressed against each other, some with their heads pressed down, and some with their arms sticking out. The scene was extremely horrific.
Tang Yue looked at this "mountain of corpses," her heart simmering with boundless rage. Never before, never before, had she hated the Japanese so much. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, blood seeping from between her fingers.
In addition to the piles of corpses, there are also some worn-out clothes, tools and daily necessities scattered in the morgue. These items silently tell the tragic experiences of the victims in their lifetime.
In another corner, Tang Yue found a worn cotton-padded jacket covered with patches and stained with blood. She gently picked up the jacket and looked closely, and found a small "Li" character embroidered on the collar of the jacket.
Tang Yue's heart tightened. She seemed to see a person wearing this cotton jacket, who was forcibly abducted by the Miyazaki family in the cold winter and eventually died tragically here.
On the ground, there were some tools scattered around, such as hoes, shovels, hammers, etc. The surfaces of these tools were rusty, and some still had dried blood stains on them.
Tang Yue picked up a hoe with a few blurry words engraved on the wooden handle: "Village XX in Huaguo".
Seeing these words, Tang Yue felt a pang of pain in her heart. She knew that the owners of these tools were once ordinary people from China. They were captured by the Miyazaki family and forced to work in this underground metallurgical plant, and eventually lost their lives.
On the wall, Tang Yue also found some blurry handwriting, as if it was carved with fingernails.
She looked closer and saw the words: "I want to go home."
"Save us."
"The Miyazaki family will not have a good end." The words were crooked, but full of despair and anger.
Tang Yue's eyes were moist. She could feel the victims' longing for home and desire for freedom in the last moments of their lives.
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