"So what is this place for?"
Shuo Yu walked around the place, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.
He looked up at the moon hanging in the sky, muttering to himself. In fact, he didn't have any special way to get in. He simply cast an invisibility spell on himself and walked in through the main gate in front of the Japanese. There was nothing special about it, really.
But he had not expected that the inside of these red buildings would be like this. The buildings were not very high (compared to modern buildings that are often 16 or 17 stories high, of course). There were many rooms winding around the inside, and they looked very clean.
Although he couldn't read Japanese characters, some of them looked just like Chinese characters, which allowed him to roughly understand what each room was used for. Some rooms had signs, while others didn't. There were just some skulls and crossbones that indicated danger.
It looked like a hospital inside, with people wearing white coats and masks and heavily guarded walking back and forth. There was also a large auditorium similar to a school speech hall, but there was no one in it now.
Out of curiosity, he walked into one of them, and what he saw made him want to dig out his eyes.
The entire room was filled with various human specimens, some of them limbs, some of them internal organs, and some of them facial features. He even saw a bottle about the size of his arm, containing a small baby soaked in clear liquid. He looked at the label near the bottle, which read, "Baby boy, three months old."
These human specimens were placed in the cabinets in an orderly manner like books. Most of them were fresh when they were taken down, so they had such vivid colors. He realized where he was now. It's not that he had never heard of this place, but he didn't expect it to be so close to him. So close that they were built here, and he met them just by going out. Maybe this is fate.
Shuo Yu walked and looked all the way. He did not skip any room. He pushed open every door and looked inside. Even though his brain was yelling at him to leave, his body was still opening door after door, just like the thirteen doors of Bluebeard.
Every door here is the thirteenth door in Bluebeard's house. When he thinks there can be no more inhumane things, the next door always surprises him.
He saw thousands of black rats gnawing at a white cat that had long since stopped breathing, and his legs went limp with fear.
He saw the man's body, which had been disemboweled and treated like a piglet, with his internal organs spread out on the bed. He couldn't help wanting to vomit.
He saw that they injected the vaccine bacteria extracted from the dead into the body of a healthy person, and one person vomited his intestines on the spot because of the pain.
He saw a crowd of people gathered around a pitiful mother and daughter. The child was like a white dove with its feet tied to an iron railing, dying with its eyes turned back in a glass room filled with poisonous gas. A researcher in a white coat was recording data on the other side of the glass with an indifferent expression.
He saw a man's hands being smashed to pieces in a quick-freeze test, and the man himself was wailing in pain as he watched his hands being smashed. His hands were smashed into pieces like ice by a hammer.
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He also saw people being used as experimental rats, naked and put together regardless of gender.
He passed through so many rooms that he couldn't even count them all, and saw things that he would never forget. The wails of those people were right next to his ears, and their arms, stretched out in pairs towards the sky, seemed to have become ropes that would wrap around his neck and strangle him to death.
It made even breathing an effort for him.
At the same time, more and more headless corpses fell beside him. Changfeng rose in the air from behind him, circling to end the lives of the demons in the room.
Shuoyu could understand their words and their pleas for mercy. When he saw the first room clearly, everything that happened next was already doomed. Changfeng knew his thoughts clearly and was happy to help him.
In the hell created by humans themselves, even real demons would feel ashamed when they come here.
But it is built here so clearly, on this land.
He saw the old Japanese man working beside the incinerator, who could only drink and sing like a madman. He danced happily towards him, and in his hands he threw the blackened and stiff limbs into the furnace. In this small, narrow place, there were piles of naked, nameless bodies everywhere.
After he left, a fresh headless corpse appeared in the incinerator, with its own thick black and red blood flowing all over the ground.
You see, there is actually no difference. Shuoyu looked at the young or old Japanese soldiers begging for mercy with their limp legs. When people face a force they cannot defeat, the first thing they do is always to get scared and run away. No one resisted, and not even a bullet flew towards Shuoyu.
They pointed their buttocks at Shuoyu, so that Changfeng could use them to make a "Tanghulu".
Shuo Yu looked coldly at the old man who knelt down in front of Chang Feng and couldn't even keep his pants. He still couldn't recognize their military ranks, but he didn't care. It didn't matter.
His clothes were splattered with many spots of blood, which made him feel disgusted and want to vomit. Since he opened the first door, it was like opening Pandora's box. There was only death and destruction.
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