"It smells like meat." Yuan Xiaotian's voice was very low.

A sudden smell of meat in this place felt strange.

The group slowly approached in the direction of the meat smell. There were many strange rooms on both sides of the passage, some with doors tightly closed, and others open. The spaces inside varied in size, but all were relatively dilapidated, like an old warehouse.

Soon, they stopped in front of a door.

It was a wooden door, not completely closed, but ajar, and the smell of meat wafted out from the dark crack.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was drawn to the door.

More precisely, to the wall next to the door.

It was covered with scratches.

Su Xiaoxiao reached out and compared her hand to the scratches on the wall, then retracted her hand and lowered her voice involuntarily, "These people were dragged in."

From the messy scratches, Jiang Cheng could fully feel the despair and helplessness of these people at the time.

The door next to this one was already open. Leaning closer, they could smell a musty odor. By the light of the fire, they could see a layer of blackish-yellow material covering the floor of the adjacent room.

"It's straw," Yuan Xiaotian said after a careful look. "It's just that the environment here is too humid, and it's already moldy."

Xia Qiang gently moved the adjacent door, creating a scraping sound. He took a breath, touched the door, and turned to Jiang Cheng and the others, saying, "Ordinary warehouses don't need such thick doors."

"This isn't a warehouse," Xia Qiang paused. "It's a prison cell."

Thoughts were instantly opened up, and many illogical things were explained. They had all awakened in separate rooms, and the room environment was very harsh, with straw on the floor, dark and damp, with rats and cockroaches scurrying around, no windows, and no sunlight.

After digesting the thoughts in his mind, Jiang Cheng slowly said, "And this isn't a regular prison, it's a private prison, otherwise it wouldn't be built so casually, and there's no reason to build it in a dark underground."

"I agree with Brother Jiang's opinion," Yuan Xiaotian said. "We've all seen it. The building above this prison is definitely not a prison. Judging from the structure, it's more like a hotel."

A hotel with a prison hidden underneath sounded full of stories.

Who would be imprisoned here, and what would be the fate of these prisoners? To know the answer, they had to enter this prison cell with scratches all over the door.

At this moment, this ajar door was full of temptation. Jiang Cheng put his hand on the door, and in an instant, his brows furrowed. The underground was dark and damp, but the door he was touching… was actually warm.

At the same time, Su An suddenly let out an unknown growl, facing the door, as if something behind the door could threaten him.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng naturally dared not continue. He could accept taking some risks while looking for clues, but he couldn't accept pushing open a door with a ghost definitely hiding behind it.

It was too stimulating, and unnecessary.

But another hand quickly placed itself on the door, and then, before Jiang Cheng could stop it, pushed the door open.

Bai Xi, holding a torch, was the first to walk in.

The firelight dispelled the darkness in the room, and the scene came into view. The room wasn't very large, about 40 square meters, and it was filled with wooden boxes.

The wooden boxes were quite large, big enough to fit a person, and the gaps between the boxes were filled with straw.

Before everyone could take a closer look, Bai Xi, who had walked to the innermost part of the room, suddenly exclaimed, then staggered backward, almost falling to the ground.

When everyone arrived, the scene before them made everyone's heart tremble.

Teacher Zi Gui was lying in the pile of straw behind the boxes, his feet, legs, and most of his body exposed, while his head and upper body were buried in the straw.

After the initial surprise, Bai Xi immediately stepped forward to save him. He grabbed Teacher Zi Gui's foot and pulled it outwards, but in the next second, a terrifying scene appeared. He actually pulled off Teacher Zi Gui's left foot.

"Fuck!" Yuan Xiaotian was stunned by this scene and swore directly.

The others hadn't seen anything like this before, and their faces turned pale.

But the worst off at the moment was Bai Xi. He had used too much force and fell backward to the ground, and at this moment, he was still holding Teacher Zi Gui's severed foot in his arms.

He stared at the severed foot for a long time before he recovered. After shouting, he threw the severed foot out suddenly, landing squarely in front of Fatty, scaring the latter so much that he almost jumped up.

Teacher Zi Gui was obviously dead, but what was strange was that no blood flowed out when the foot was pulled out.

Because… because this severed foot was cooked!

It was still emitting a strange burnt smell.

It was charred!

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Jiang Cheng fiddled with the severed foot and discovered a strange scene. The ankle of the severed foot was completely black. Through the gaps in the charred and cracked skin, he could see the red muscle exposed inside.

To achieve this, it was necessary to burn it with a strong fire for a long time, but the shoes Teacher Zi Gui was wearing on his feet had no traces of being burned at all. They were a pair of very clean casual shoes, white, which stood out here.

Why was this?

At the same time, there was no problem with the clothes Teacher Zi Gui was wearing, the same as everyone had seen before, not at all like what a body that had been burned by fire should look like.

Everyone no longer hesitated, enduring the physical and psychological discomfort, and gradually sorted out Teacher Zi Gui's body. They didn't dare to pull it, so they had to move the straw covering it away bit by bit.

Soon, a corpse was completely exposed.

Teacher Zi Gui was lying face down on the ground.

The parts of the body exposed, such as the arms and neck, that were not covered by clothing were all charred black, which immediately reminded everyone of the charred corpses recovered from the scene after a fire was extinguished.

Teacher Zi Gui's whole body emitted a strange burnt smell, and this smell was interfering with everyone's judgment.

"Too miserable, this is… this is too miserable." Fatty covered his mouth, with an indescribable expression on his face.

After carefully turning Teacher Zi Gui's body over, the face that was exposed was simply indescribable. Both eyes were tightly closed, and the eyebrows, eyelashes, and even the hair were all burned off.

The head was bald, with only a layer of charred black skin around the skull.

The lips were directly melted, hanging on the jaw as a very small strip, revealing two rows of slightly white teeth.

Suddenly, an indescribable feeling arose in everyone's hearts at the same time, it seemed… Teacher Zi Gui had been stripped of his clothes before being burned to death.

And after the corpse was charred, someone had carefully and meticulously put the clothes back on.

First the clothes, and finally the shoes.