No matter how many questions he had.
For now, Xu Yanxing could only stay quietly inside the container.
Still, it was slightly better than before in the Operating Room. He could control his head and use the liquid he was immersed in to turn left and right, observing the surroundings.
During this time.
Workers came and went one after another, placing the heads on the shelves.
By a conservative estimate.
There were over a hundred victims in this storeroom alone.
Occasionally.
They would also take away one or two heads. Xu Yanxing noticed that whenever this happened, even those heads that were always taking pleasure in others' misfortune would show looks of terror.
It seemed that the heads being taken away would not have any pleasant experiences.
Carrying worry and despair for the future, Xu Yanxing unknowingly fell asleep. He had heard the workers explain on the way here that the energy supplied by the culture dish could only maintain basic survival.
If he thought too much or experienced overly intense emotional fluctuations for too long, he would become drowsy.
Then he would fall asleep.
It was no different from a normal person sleeping.
At the shortest, after several dozen minutes.
At the longest, after several hours.
He would wake up.
The workers had explained it in great detail and told Xu Yanxing that this was his right to know... Know my ass!
Xu Yanxing really wanted to curse.
But he had hearing, vision, and even a sense of touch.
He just could not speak.
He could only passively listen to the other party's endless drivel.
A sudden realization struck him. Perhaps those malicious fellows in the storeroom were not merely taking pleasure in his misfortune. Maybe they also wanted to provoke greater emotional fluctuations in him so that he