Bo Yi lay calmly among the dead.
Beneath him were limbs that had already gone completely cold and stiff. To slow decomposition, the disposal room was always kept very cold. Having already lost too much blood, Bo Yi could feel the warmth draining rapidly from his body.
He looked around.
The disposal room was not the dark little room used to imprison and torture him. Faint light still seeped in from outside. By that weak glimmer, Bo Yi examined the disposal room he no longer remembered much about.
Severed limbs lay strewn in heaps across the floor. Those at the bottom had rotted enough to expose glimpses of white bone, while those on top were still bloody masses of flesh, probably tossed in as soon as they were no longer useful... Of course, the freshest piece of "waste" was Bo Yi, who was still breathing.
Bo Yi even spotted a severed head in the corner, its eyes still open in death.
That was unusual.
After all, the Scientific Research Institute was an official organization. It would never openly abduct ordinary people for illegal experiments. Usually, it secretly reached agreements with the higher-ups to have freshly dead bodies transported over; occasionally, if it was lucky, it received death-row prisoners who had yet to be executed.
The one before him seemed to have been a death-row prisoner. Bo Yi stared at that grotesque face for a while before finally dredging up a fragment of memory.
He seemed to remember this man-he had apparently been a member of the Heretic Cult, and a fairly high-ranking one at that.
Bo Yi knew this because the incident had caused quite a stir at the time. At least, the researchers would talk about the Heretic Cult while experimenting on him. From their conversations, the cult seemed