Following the Torture Division ninja, Araki and Sasori made their way deeper inside.
After passing through the main hall, they entered a corridor.
The corridor was long, its walls painted white. The lights overhead flickered on and off, adding quite a bit of gloom and eeriness to the place.
Every dozen meters or so along either side of the corridor stood a rusty iron door, covered in yellowed labels that looked as though they had been there for years.
"These are all interrogation rooms used for torture. The corpses are generally stored together underground."
As they walked, the Torture Division ninja quietly introduced the place to Araki.
After proceeding several hundred meters, they came upon a staircase leading downward at a corner.
Under the dim lighting, Araki saw faint stains still lingering on the steps. They looked rather dirty, as if something had been dragged across them.
Apparently noticing Araki's gaze, the man smiled awkwardly. "We use this passage to transport corpses as well. Sometimes, when we're in a hurry, we drag them directly over, so..."
Araki nodded, accepting the explanation.
They were only interrogation materials, not anatomy donors. Being a little rough with them was no big deal.
The three continued down the stairs.
The farther down they went, the stronger a peculiar smell became in the air.
Seeing Araki frown slightly, the Torture Division ninja said apologetically, "That's the smell of the preservative used for the corpses. There's no helping it, sir. Please bear with it."
Once they reached the underground level, the surrounding light seemed even dimmer.
As though he had come prepared, the Torture Division ninja took out a flashlight, swept it around, and led them to the right.
"Why don't you install more lighting here?" Araki could not help asking. "When you move corpses around,