In the cold basement, the stench of formaldehyde mingled with the smell of rotting corpses, the bodies and blood painting a scene no less than Hell itself.
"Beichuan Master, you surely didn't expect this," Suzuki Fumi remarked as he pulled out the glass again and poured himself another drink, laughing, "Director Shangyue checks this place every day, I only came because she heard noises at the entrance and notified me."
In fact, it was perfectly normal for the other party to have accomplices since transporting homeless patients wasn't something one could do alone.
Furthermore, from the surveillance room, it could be seen that this area of the office building had no security cameras, coupled with strange sounds at night—it was like a ghost story—
Beichuan Si's expression remained unchanged as he blandly looked at these two and asked, "Armed?"
