The walls of the office were adorned with reports he couldn't understand, along with some anatomical illustrations.
No issues there.
At the very end of the hallway, there was a tightly closed door.
The sign on the door bore a line of words.
"Morgue."
Skylark recognized that line of Japanese.
Gu Jianlin felt a chill down his spine; how could such a place intentionally arrange for a morgue?
The best way to deal with incomprehensible things is to go see for oneself.
After he used virtualization to enter the morgue behind the door, a dense aura of death filled the darkness.
He returned to his physical form, turning on his phone's flashlight to illuminate the body bags there.
"Right side, the first one."
Skylark once more issued the command.
Gu Jianlin walked over to a body bag, tied the sword bag on his back, and opened the zipper with his phone.
He suddenly froze.
Not because this corpse was riddled with countless knife marks, as if it had been sliced a thousand times.
