“We don’t know if there are any demons inside, so don’t go in, Qianxun,” Gao Yan looked at the silent factory building, and was a little scared.
Chu Qianxun didn’t speak. She tightened her shoelaces and checked the equipment she carried, showing her resolute attitude.
She handed two grenades and a lighter to Feng Junlei, “If a demon follows me out and falls into this trap, you can quickly throw the grenades in.”
Then she stood up and finally said, “If I don’t come out, just go by yourself.”
“I…” Feng Junlei wanted to say that he would also go with her, but as a father, he did not want to leave his daughter alone.
“I’ll go with you, sister,” Jiang Chengzhu suddenly said.
Since getting in the car, Jiang Chengzhu, like Gao Yan, had been particularly active toward Chu Qianxun. He was not like a teenager at all.
Chu Qianxun regarded his attitude as a manifestation of the weak seeking asylum from the strong.
But she didn’t think Jiang Chengzhu would be willing to accompany her on adventures at this time.
Chu Qianxun realized that she used her inherent thinking too much to judge a person.
She patted Jiang Chengzhu on the shoulder, “You stay here, and wait for me.”
***
Chu Qianxun sneaked into the warehouse.
The warehouse was in a mess, and the ground was littered with waste, smeared with blackened blood everywhere.
The deeper she went, the darker and quieter it was, and a small sound would make a huge echo there.
Chu Qianxun held a handgun and walked forward cautiously.
She heard some faint voices.
It seemed that something was eating, and smashing.
There were some human groans. She came to a gate that was locked from the outside. A thick chain was wrapped around the gate. A layer of dust had fallen on the chain, and it was obvious that it hadn’t been touched for several days.
Chu Qianxun looked in through the crack in the slightly opened door, vaguely saw a few dark shadows swaying in there.
The light in the room was very dim.
There was a small window on the upper part of the wall, projecting a little bit of muddy light, hitting a shelf in the warehouse.
On the shelf, there seemed to be a corpse tied by a chain. The head of that corpse was drooping on the body, and the messy hair covered the face. In the dark, two demons were gnawing underneath.
It was too dark and her vision was not clear. Only a disgusting chewing sound echoed from the empty room.
Chu Qianxun frowned, feeling that something was weird.
Generally demons were not interested in corpses, they only had a strong attachment to fresh flesh and blood. Once a corpse lost its vitality, demons would lose interest.
This was a closed warehouse. The door lock outside was covered with ashes, which was obviously locked from the outside for a long time.