After passing through the hall, they entered a gloomy corridor. Dim yellow lights suddenly flickered to life along the surrounding walls.
By the flickering, dusky light, Lu Xin soon discovered that this corridor was not merely a corridor.
More precisely, it was actually two rows of towering bookshelves.
The shelves were extremely tall. At a glance, the ceiling seemed to be at least fifty meters away.
On both sides, compartments were arranged in neat rows, stretching far into the distance.
Inside each compartment was a glass bottle, each resembling a glucose bottle from a hospital. They were about twenty centimeters long, with black wooden stoppers in their mouths. The surrounding firelight scattered silently through the corridor, and the bottles reflected a ghostly gleam. Because the shelves were so long and stretched endlessly ahead, they looked like rows of shining eyes.
Curious, Lu Xin went to the first compartment and looked into the glass bottle. His expression immediately turned slightly astonished.
Inside the glass bottle was a tiny model of everyday life.
The scene seemed to be a butcher shop. There were workers going about their business and customers crowded inside. Between two rows of meat counters, a slightly plump man in a suit walked back and forth with a cigarette between his lips and a genial smile on his face, greeting familiar customers from time to time.
The people inside were actually alive.
Their movements and smiles were utterly real. When he leaned closer, he could even hear their faint voices.
It was as if a butcher shop had been shrunk down and placed inside the glass bottle.
Lu Xin watched for over ten seconds. The scene of daily life inside remained vivid, without the slightest change. Nothing repeated.
It was as if he were looking at a scene inside