Chapter 537 Specimen in Formalin

  Just as Wen Churan got off the car, the driver slammed on the gas pedal without saying a word, and drove the car away as if to escape.

  This is indeed an uninhabited field, with a simple factory standing in front of Chen.

  Tattered and crooked, as if the wind blows, it may collapse at any time.

   Although it is broad daylight, it is even more eerie and weird than night.

  The weeds swaying in the wind in the distance, like a ghost crawling.

  Wen Churan suppressed a panic of fear in his heart, boldly approaching the factory.

  With a creak, the iron gate was pushed open.

   Strangely, the environment and facilities inside the seemingly deserted factory are completely new, clean enough to be spotless, and the air is very fresh, as if someone came to clean it not long ago.

  Obviously, this is a factory still in use.

  But why does the driver say this is abandoned?

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

  Wen Churan walked in slowly with doubts and curiosity.

  In the factory, there are some large machinery that she has never seen before, let alone use.

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

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

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

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

  While Yaheng hadn't appeared, she walked over and pressed one of the slabs without hesitation.

  With a loud bang, the wall slowly turned over like pages of a book.

   Then, a pungent and unpleasant smell spread.

  Wen Churan hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose.

  When she saw the scene after the wall was completely turned over, her face changed in an instant, and her blood was suddenly emptied, and crazily fear reached her heart from the soles of her feet.

  I saw that the overturned wall was inlaid with glass jars full of water, there were eight in total, and eight naked women were immersed in them.

  Wen Churan finally understood why she smelled a pungent smell.

  Because those filled in glass jars are not water, but formalin!

   Enduring the fear of a tingling scalp, she stepped forward to check it carefully.

  The women in the glass jars had their bodies soaked in formalin to become swollen and white, and their faces were twisted and ferocious, like a life-deathing evil spirit.

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

   After a few hurried glances, Wen Churan couldn't stand it anymore, hurriedly averted his gaze, and retched twice.

   Just then, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

  Wen Churan looked back, and saw a thin young boy walking in from outside the factory.

  Sunlight pulled his shadow old and long, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell, with a **** breath exuding all over his body.

  Wen Churan couldn't see clearly until he got close, he was still smiling.

   does not have the cute and cute feeling before, but looks extremely gloomy.

   "Miss, come here so early?"

   Tilt his head, looking at the wall behind her, he was surprised, "I didn't expect you to discover it so soon?"

Wen Churan calmly analyzed, "If I'm right, these women should be the women in the photos you collected? The red cross means killing them and soaking them in Forma. Make specimens in the forest?"

  (End of this chapter)