Body bag, but it’s empty.
The appearance of such a professional tool undoubtedly makes the situation a bit more complicated.
In the original plan, those swallowed by Brother Tantou possibly belonged to the Art Prison staff, gathered here due to so actions by Yiven, and eventually clashed with their rival.
Now it seems not so simple.
Were the frozen corpses actually transported here in body bags?
What exactly was being done in this tree cavity makes one even more curious.
"I’ve been here before..."
Although the situation is complex, it’s comforting that Brother Tantou finally learned to interject, observing the scene, and quickly seed to recall more.
"Was it the one with the best taste?"
Arriving at such a deep location, Fu Qian nodded slightly.
"No... it was another person, not so cold..."
The dialogue was truly eerie, but Brother Tantou seed to be more accepting, quickly responding with certainty.
So they were transported in batches?
As the saying goes, don’t doubt a person you use. Even though it’s just one side of the story, Fu Qian naturally continued deducing.
It seems that the current situation is not an exception; there are multiple frozen corpses transported here, even differentiated by ti and not in the sa batch.
But here’s the question: why is the girl’s corpse the coldest—because it’s the newest?
An easy answer cos to mind.
According to Brother Tantou, the two missing persons only arrived here yesterday.
Considering his ntal state, this timing may not be reliable, but if they indeed beca corpses, they would likely be relatively fresh.
It even aligns with the earlier concerns about the uncertain fate of the missing individuals.
"Recall the best tasting spot."
Without spending ti mourning, Fu Qian directly continued the topic, naturally giving the order.
...
The best tasting...
Fill-in-the-blank questions are always harder than true/false ones, the slightly calm Brother Tantou almost instantly fell back into struggle.
Forced to recall so inhuman scenarios, his will was clearly tested, and the inner pain manifested in a more direct way—
Nearly crawling on the ground, every part of his body in an unnatural spasm, almost unbearable to watch.
But just barely.
Fu Qian watched closely for changes in that body.
However, noticing the faces on the torso, still like masks without any added expression, he quickly lost interest and withdrew his gaze.
He hadn’t inherited any mories from others; it was rely a crude fusion of physical forms.
On one hand, this ant extracting more information from different perspectives was impossible; on the other, it also suggested no opportunity to exploit will contests for an escape.
After swiftly reviewing, Fu Qian even turned and was heading out.
As he nearly brushed past Brother Tantou’s body, he still didn’t draw his gun.
Instead, he easily took the slightly damaged oil lamp from the small hand on the other’s shoulder.
Yet even such a slight move, the light and shadow shifts still greatly shocked Brother Tantou.
"Going back..."
The spasms seed forcibly suppressed in that instant, leaving only the fear of becoming useless.
With this small help, he indeed broke through himself and gave an answer.
"Okay."
Without questioning, Fu Qian raised the lamp in his hand a bit higher to illuminate the path, signaling the other to lead the way.
...
Great, just a wrong turn.
Brother Tantou indeed accepted the suggestion, leading the way and moving along the path from before.
From this angle, it seed even more like the passage was alive.
Each stream rging into one, step by step thriving upward, eventually piercing through Yiven’s belly, blossoming into the Void...
But here’s the problem, if these are truly the roots of a gigantic plant, what was that spherical space for placing corpses?
Bulb? Tuber? Surely not a molehill?
Regardless of the concept, it seems the corpses were placed there not just because the space was large.
While pondering silently, Brother Tantou had stopped ahead.
We didn’t retrace too much; this is clearly the previous intersection.
Never naïve enough to think they could walk back easily, then seize the opportunity to escape, Fu Qian undoubtedly welcod the efficiency.
Facing Brother Tantou waiting there, he didn’t urge, just stepped over and took the lead.
...
Trusting others without doubt proves right.
Following quickly, Fu Qian stopped at another intersection.
This ti, there wasn’t even a door; you could clearly see one side, another spherical space similar to before.
And sure enough, the sa model body bag lay on the ground.
"Here it is..."
Before Fu Qian could ask, Brother Tantou answered reassuringly, confirming this was the place.
Sadly, it appeared just as clean, like it had been licked, with no trace of bodies—but there were other traces.
Under the rare delicious al, Brother Tantou seed to savor delicately rather than wolfing down, leaving a piece of clothing near the entrance.
The appearance of the clothing seed too classic, a hospital gown?
Did the corpse co from a hospital?
Fu Qian picked it up, unfortunately finding only so bloodstains, no other marks indicating its origin.
But no matter, a place where even a prison couldn’t survive must have very concentrated dical resources, with not many options.
Besides, this discovery slightly increased the possibility that the girl was still alive.
After all, being killed, frozen, and dragged in here is one thing, getting killed and specifically changed into a hospital gown before freezing seed excessive.
So, the next question, what about the boy?
Carelessly tossing the hospital gown aside, Fu Qian chose the path beside it, continuing deeper.
...
This place should be beyond Brother Tantou’s forr range.
The footsteps still closely followed behind, and until the next intersection appeared, Fu Qian silently drew a conclusion.
The reason is simple, both sides have doors with keys, unlike those ahead that were all removed.
Additionally, there’s a certain special, scent-like odor, strongly emanating from behind one door.
Cre-eeak—
Fu Qian pushed one open, revealing another spherical space.
And while this ti there were no body bags, there was directly a corpse.
Indeed, it even looked sowhat emaciated.
The boy seed less fortunate.
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