Gradually pushing the door open, a beam of white light shot through the crack, glaring in the darkness, with many fluorescent tubes inside.
Su Changxing was stunned; the scene inside was completely different from what he imagined. There were no bloodstains on the floor, nor were there any corpses on the dissection table as he remembered.
Everything was spotlessly clean, and all items were arranged neatly.
"The spacing between the three pairs of scissors is exactly the same. Is this extreme compulsive order?"
Noticing the extremely orderly arrangement of tools on the shelf, Su Changxing couldn't help but comment.
The place was excessively clean and tidy.
He couldn't find anything useful. If it weren't for the memories of the little boy, he would even think this was just an ordinary laboratory.
"Where did everyone here end up? Turned into zombies or just dead?"
Su Changxing muttered, lost in thought.
