The bloody stench filled the basement as the lights flickered on.
Sickly yellow light bathed the room in oppressive gloom, with the dead Mr. Brian lying as the freshest corpse here.
Chen Zhou forcibly dragged Mrs. Brian into the room, toward the long table inside.
Scattered fragments of human limbs lay across the table, surrounded by random piles of preserving chemicals and dissecting tools.
With a small exertion, the terrified Mrs. Brian was thrown onto the long table.
Beside her was a blood-stained handsaw and a hooked blade for stripping flesh from bone.
The spirits who died in this grim room seemed to stare at him, while by the table, the tall, mysterious man appeared as a death god from Hell, avenging the dead.
"Speak.
Tell me everything about Ambrose—what you know, what you suspect.
You have five minutes to remember.
After five minutes..."
Chen Zhou casually picked up a short knife from the table.
