Chapter 537

As soon as Wen churan got off the bus, the driver stepped on the accelerator without saying a word and drove away.

This is indeed a deserted field, in front of which stands a simple factory.

Ragged, crooked, as if the wind could collapse at any time.

Although it is broad day, it is more gloomy and strange than night.

The weeds swaying in the wind in the distance seem to be creeping by ghosts.

Wen churan suppressed a fear in his heart and dared to approach the factory.

With a creak, the iron door was pushed open.

Strangely, the environment and facilities inside the seemingly deserted factory are completely new, clean enough to be free from dust, and the air is very fresh. It seems that someone came to clean it not long ago.

Obviously, this is a factory still in use.

But why did the driver say it was abandoned?

Doesn't the outside world know it's still being used?

Wen churan walked in slowly with doubts and curiosity.

There are some large machines in the factory that she has never seen and will not use.

Intricate gears and red and green buttons look extremely high-end.

There are no other things in the factory except these machines that I don't know what they are used for.

On the contrary, each wall is inlaid with a small square stone slab, which is very abrupt.

After the last treasure trip, Wen churan was sure that it was definitely used to start a mechanism somewhere.

Before Yaheng appeared, she walked over and pressed one of the stone slabs without hesitation.

With a loud bang, the wall turned slowly like a page.

Then a pungent smell spread.

Wen churan hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

When she saw the scene after the wall was completely turned over, her face changed instantly, her blood seemed to be suddenly evacuated, and her crazy fear reached her heart from the soles of her feet.

I saw that the overturned wall was inlaid with glass cans filled with water, a total of eight, in which there were eight naked women.

Wen churan finally understood why he could smell a pungent smell.

Because those filled in glass jars are not water, but formalin!

With the fear of numbness in her scalp, she came forward and examined it carefully.

The women in those glass jars were swollen and white with formalin, and their faces were twisted and ferocious, just like ghosts who claimed their lives.

It should be most appropriate to compare them to chicken feet with pickled pepper.

After a few quick glances, Wen churan couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly looked away and retched twice.

Just then, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

Wen churan looked back and saw the thin figure of the young man coming in from outside the factory.

The sun pulled his shadow so long that he looked like a demon climbing out of hell, with a bloody smell all over him.

Until he approached, Wen churan could see that he was still smiling.

However, it doesn't have the feeling of being clever and lovely in the past, but it looks extremely gloomy.

"Little sister, come so early?"

Looking at the wall behind her, he was surprised. "I didn't expect you to find it so soon?"

Wen churan calmly analyzed, "if I guess right, these women should be the women in the photos you collected? The red fork means to kill them and soak them in formalin to make specimens? "