The passage from the second floor to the third floor is also a slope, and after walking down the slope, the first thing that comes into view is the green iron box standing against the wall, which is one meter high, two meters long, and about one meter wide.

Looking up, the green iron boxes stood against the wall, extending into the depths, and I didn't know how many iron boxes there were.

"This is a corpse box?" I asked uncertainly.

Hu Qiqi snorted and did not answer.

I walked over to an iron box, hesitated for a moment, and lifted the lid.

A pungent smell of formalin liquid rushed out, and I frowned for a moment, and then froze, and inside was a wrinkled little face huddled together.

I closed the lid silently, and looked in the deep passage, how many baby corpses were there? How can there be so many infant corpses?

"Baby, baby!"

Liu Ziying's poignant voice pulled my thoughts back, and she wandered through the corridors, leaning in front of the window to call out every room she passed.

Hu Qiqi and I glanced at each other and followed.

The structure of the third basement floor is completely different from the second floor, which is mainly the three morgues, and the third floor feels like a prison.

There is a passage in the middle, and on both sides of the passage are cell-like cells with iron doors and windows.

There is a vent on the door, which is actually an iron sheet that can be pulled back and forth, and after being opened, you can check the situation inside.

Following Liu Ziying, I opened three vents one after another, and the settings inside were no different from the ancient prisons I saw on TV.

The cold bluestone floor, the stone bed about a meter high, and some rooms are still hung with iron chains.

The further I went, the more certain I became that this was prison.

After walking for about 100 meters, there was a fork in the road that turned to the left, and down the steps, and turned another corner, and the situation inside changed again.

On the right is a row of houses, with a transparent interior, and in them are placed desks, somewhat similar to workstations, where people used to work.

On the left side is a simple dissection room built with iron sheets, and there is nothing in the room except an iron bed and a simple workbench.

Liu Ziying called as she walked, and soon walked to the innermost.

"Ahh

After another call, there was an echo inside, a slightly weak child's voice.

Liu Ziying didn't think about it and broke in.

Hu Qiqi and I followed, and the situation inside was somewhat unexpected.

The room was a mess, littered with scratches and bumps.

The two innermost bookshelves were cut off, and one by one the files fell to the ground, and there were scattered papers everywhere.

In the middle of the room, recessed inward, an iron bed was placed with a tool table at the head of the bed.

Whether it is an iron bed or a tool table, it is covered with scratches and fingerprints.

To the left, there is an upside-down desk and a chair shattered into pieces.

The voice was made by a small baby who was about half a meter tall and had terrifying rifts all over his body.

The baby leaned against the corner of the iron bed, stretched out his little hand to Liu Ziying, and his shriveled little mouth twitched again and again, making a strange cry like crying and laughing.

Under the baby, there are two cat babies with human faces and cat bodies, and unlike those outside, these two are integrated with both human faces and cat bodies, and there is no trace of sewing.

"Baby!"

Liu Ziying rushed over and picked up the baby, two lines of bloody tears flowed from her eyes.

I didn't bother the mother and son, and instead focused on the wall on the right.

There are sheets of paper plastered on the walls, some of which have been revised so many times that it is almost impossible to make out what is written, some of which are simple maps, some of which are strange sketches, and the faces of the sketches are elongated in a strange way.

I looked at it for a while, and saw a gossip map on it, which marked the names of several major murderous places in Dongyang City in eight directions, exactly the same as what Liu Jing said.

I didn't even think about it, I took out my phone as soon as I could, started taking pictures, and after taking pictures, I took the papers off the wall and put them away.

On the other side, Liu Ziying was still holding the child, muttering to herself about the baby!

I didn't bother them, picked up a file that had fallen off the shelf, pulled out two pages and looked at it.

Eighteenth Resurrection Experiment:

Subject 18, male, thirty-two, three days after death, the corpse was successfully "resurrected", has no autonomous consciousness, is sensitive to sunlight, has very low pain under physical attack, is afraid of fire, and dislikes peachwood cinnabar and other yang attribute materials.

After the autopsy, it was found that there was a suspected invisible gas in the throat, which was cold to the touch, which could affect people's emotions and make people become impulsive and tyrannical in a short period of time.

It is preliminarily inferred that this gas is a sinister gas.

Looking at this experimental record, I was a little dumbfounded, how could I still do this?

Who is this man?

In my opinion, people who can use this method to verify the existence of evil qi are either madmen or geniuses.

I looked at the dense file bags on the shelves, and then at the files scattered on the ground, and a cold air rose from the soles of my feet and went straight up.

These files are likely to record human experiments, how many people did he kill?