Exiting the underground parking lot, they walked through the corridor, passing the Light Supervision Area, heading towards the Death Row.
The closer they got to the Death Row, the more intense the scent of blood in the air became. Gong Qi, with his acute senses, could even hear the sound of water splashing on the ground.
It was the sound of soaked mops being dragged laboriously, moving the clammy, greasy blood and minced meat into the water prison pool, where they would be swirled and cleaned.
The bottom drains of the water prison pool made a low pumping noise, while the pipes on the walls continuously poured fresh water into the pool, attempting to dilute the viscosity of the water.
However, this effort seemed counterproductive; instead of lightening, the color of the water became deeper and more vibrant, like a terrifying scene submerged in darkness.
Whoosh—
Clatter—
