A dark and oppressive basent.
The only source of light is a few bulbs hanging overhead, rely suspended by wires, slightly touching them or a gust of wind will probably make them sway back and forth, extrely unreliable.
Fortunately, this is a basent, without any ventilation.
The incandescent bulbs struggle to emit light, fighting against the darkness, but the wattage must be insufficient, the effect not significant, and part of the light is obstructed by shadows, leaving shadows on the ground.
Xu Kuan couldn’t help but raise his hand, shielding his nose.
No other reason.
Even he feels the sll here is too overpowering.
"Shouldn’t pry anything from their mouths anymore."
Du Enqin, clearly a woman, reacts more calmly than Xu Kuan, looking at the few crosses leaning against the wall, as if she’s completely unaffected by the intense scent of blood in the air.
Indeed.
This basent is not for storage, no abandoned tables or chairs or grains like rice, but instead a few crosses stand upright.
Yes.
The kind that Jesus was nailed to.
Of course.
This is not the filming site of a horror movie from Europe or Arica, nor is it a cult’s den with exorcism rituals set up, but a few crosses indeed have people tied to them.
And they are people more terrifying than ghosts.
What kind of person is Xu Kuan?
If judged from a civilized viewpoint, he would definitely be described as soone with a heinous reputation, yet at this ti, as he looks at these people tightly fixed on the crosses, even his gaze shows a slight tremor.
It might be because it’s been too long since he’s personally handled such matters.
Or perhaps it’s because these people look utterly horrifying.
Although recognizable as humans, they actually no longer resemble humans, with pierced eyes, all ten fingers severed, half of the nose shaved off, upper body covered in scars from branding, kneecaps excavated, and it’s unknown how many complete bones are left in their bodies.
In this situation, how can anything be pried out?
"Boss Du was just joking, dead n can’t talk."
Horror movies are fictional.
But real-life scenarios can sotis be scarier than horror movies.
"They aren’t dead, though."
Hearing the response, Xu Kuan couldn’t help but turn his head.
"Don’t misunderstand, Mr. Xu. They really aren’t dead, at least they can still live for six more hours."
Du Enqin calmly stated, or perhaps explained.
Can still live for six more hours.
Truly calm.
Moreover, precise.
How much experience is needed to give such an exact judgnt?
Wei Hong, who vanished without a trace alive or dead, should actually feel fortunate.
Death is not the most terrifying thing.
Being shot to death by Wei Yi might not be a form of release.
Xu Kuan wanted to laugh, but couldn’t quite muster it, not necessarily afraid, but deep down there’s still a ripple of emotion.
In Myanmar, those who can survive, and live rather well, require more than just adaptable asures.
One must also have the psychological resilience of a forensic pathologist.
For an ordinary person, not to ntion the visual stimulation, just the nauseatingly intense sll of blood in the air might trigger physiological discomfort.
"But they can’t talk anymore either."
Xu Kuan said softly.
Who can imagine there would be such a place beneath a hotel?
Regarding whether these people can still speak, Du Enqin did not deny it, "I’ll pass the information extracted shortly for Mr. Xu to review."
Xu Kuan nodded.
Those on the crosses are almost all Allied Army local officers.
But unfortunately.
They fell into Wei Yi’s hands, and were transferred to Du Enqin.
This is the cruelty of war.
Too many people have beco innocent victims.
"Does Boss Du often handle matters here?"
Xu Kuan asked as a tangential inquiry.
"Usually, more troubleso issues are dealt with here, it’s necessary for peace."
Du Enqin’s response was humorous.
Xu Kuan harbors no prejudice against won, but at this mont, this scene naturally leads to questioning the other’s ntal state.
"I want to know, how does Boss Du deal with these people afterwards?"
"What’s Mr. Xu worried about?"
Du Enqin cocked her head and smiled.
Luckily it’s Xu Kuan.
If it had been soone else, they’d probably scream in terror.
Xu Kuan remained silent.
"Mr. Xu, Peace Hotel is a respectable establishnt, be it cleanliness or the green safety of food ingredients, all are top-notch."
Alright.
Misunderstood.
Xu Kuan genuinely had so concerns about certain scenarios seen in movies appearing, although he didn’t spend as much ti in Peace Hotel as Mr. Jiang, he had dined there often.
Malicious individuals differ from psychopaths.
No matter how atrocious, there will still be taboos.
Xu Kuan doesn’t doubt the other’s honesty, just after feeling relieved, he swiftly hears, "But next, I plan to add so als for the refugees outside, what does Mr. Xu think?"
Since the outbreak of civil war within the Allied Army, prices soared, many impoverished or opportunists ca seeking aid, crowding at the entrance of Peace Hotel, demanding assistance.
So moral coercion.
But Peace Hotel truly didn’t fail its founding ideals, shouldering corporate responsibility, demonstrating the responsibility of a big establishnt, instead of taking the opportunity to inflate prices for substantial profit, it served free als to refugees three tis a day.
It’s certainly not going to be lavish als.
Just dry food like stead buns, corn, or porridge.
And according to Du Enqin, is she planning to add so at dishes?
"The hotel’s rice is a bit tight, saving where we can."
Du Enqin is passionate about charity, but not at the expense of her own interests.
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