Expertly wielding a chainsaw, walking past twisted corpses with excitement written all over his face, sometimes murmuring, sometimes smiling—that was how Gao Ming appeared to the other Testers.
The introverted, quiet teacher from Xinhu No. 1 High School on the bus had now transformed into a character straight out of a horror movie. Xu Yajing was genuinely panicking. She had struck up a conversation with Gao Ming on the bus, and he had stumbled over his words when they discussed teaching students. Yet once he picked up a chainsaw and stepped into the darkness, he seemed brimming with confidence.
What did that imply? Xu Yajing dared not pursue the thought. She slowed a little until she was walking beside Tang Qing. "Are all the people in your Hate Mountain Prison like this?"
Tang Qing's expression was complicated too. He genuinely had no recollection of Gao Ming. "Generally, anyone sent to Hate Mountain Prison is serving a life sentence or awaiting execution. The only way out is to escape."
"I can vouch for that," Xu Deyi muttered. "Our boss spent all his savings and pulled every string he could, but he still ended up getting a lethal injection. Hate Mountain Prison is hell on earth. Once you go in, forget about coming out."
"Then what's his story?" They looked toward Gao Ming. Chainsaw in hand, he had already reached the third floor alone. He seemed eager to see what would happen next.
The walls, floor, and ceiling bore unmistakable signs of a major fire. The raging flames seemed to have burst out of a room on this floor.
With the saw blade pointing forward, Gao Ming took a deep breath. Even the air on the third floor carried a scorched stench, as though a cremation had taken place there.
Thin scraps