Chapter 537 Specimens in Formalin

As soon as Wen Churan got out of the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator without saying a word and drove away as if running away.

This is indeed a deserted wilderness, with a simple factory standing in front of it.

It was tattered and crooked, as if it might collapse at any time if the wind blew.

Even though it was broad daylight, it was even more eerie and weird than the night.

The weeds swaying in the wind in the distance look like ghosts crawling.

Wen Churan suppressed the fear in his heart and boldly approached the factory.

With a creaking sound, the iron door was pushed open.

The strange thing is that the environment and facilities inside the seemingly abandoned factory are brand new, spotlessly clean, and the air is very fresh, as if someone had cleaned it not long ago.

Obviously, this is a factory that is still in use.

But why did the driver say it was abandoned?

Doesn’t the outside world know that it is still being used?

Wen Churan slowly walked in with doubts and curiosity.

There were some large machines in the factory that she had never seen before, let alone used.

The intricate gears and red and green buttons look extremely high-end.

Apart from these machines that I don’t know what they are used for, there is nothing else in the factory.

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

After experiencing the last treasure trip, Wen Churan was sure that this would definitely be used to activate a mechanism somewhere.

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

With a loud rumbling sound, the wall slowly turned over like pages in a book.

Immediately afterwards, a pungent and unpleasant smell spread.

Wen Churan quickly raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose.

When she saw the scene after the wall was completely turned over, her expression changed instantly. The blood in her body seemed to have been suddenly drained, and crazy fear spread from the soles of her feet to her heart.

I saw that the overturned wall was inlaid with glass jars filled with water, eight in total, and eight naked women were soaked in each.

Wen Churan finally understood why he smelled a pungent smell.

Because the stuff in the glass jars is not water, but formalin!

Enduring the fear of numb scalp, she stepped forward to take a closer look.

The bodies of the women in the glass jars had been swollen and whitened by formalin, and their faces were twisted and hideous, like evil ghosts seeking their lives.

It would be most appropriate to compare them to chicken feet with pickled peppers.

After just a few quick glances, Wen Churan couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly looked away, retching twice.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

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

The sunlight stretched his shadow, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell, with the smell of blood all over his body.

It wasn't until he got closer that Wen Churan could see clearly that he was still smiling.

But it no longer had the cute and cute feeling before, instead it looked extremely sinister.

"Miss, are you here so early?"

He tilted his head and looked at the wall behind her. He was surprised, "I didn't expect you to discover me so soon?"

Wen Churan analyzed calmly, "If my guess is correct, these women should be the women in the photos you collected, right? The red cross means they will be killed and soaked in Forma Linli made a specimen?"