Qin Shu followed behind Chen Mo, passing through the training ground and reaching the depths of the government office.
The seamless black walls isolated this place from the outside world, with guards patrolling and standing vigil everywhere, creating a cold and chilling atmosphere.
In the middle of the black wall, there was a tightly closed iron door, with a carved relief of a fierce-looking qilin above it, its eyes seemingly alive, sending shivers down one's spine.
Chen Mo walked forward and displayed his waist badge.
Squeak——
A light sound was heard as the door opened automatically.
The two stepped inside, seeing dozens of bloody torture tools placed in the inner courtyard, with several prison guards squatting on the ground washing them, some still had scrap pieces of flesh and remnants of scalp hanging on them...
Qin Shu's face turned white, she resisted the urge to vomit and looked away, not daring to gaze any longer.
