A dark and oppressive basement.
The only source of light is a few bulbs hanging overhead, merely suspended by wires, slightly touching them or a gust of wind will probably make them sway back and forth, extremely unreliable.
Fortunately, this is a basement, 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 smell 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.
