Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 132 More Corpses and Clues

Modern underground civil air defense constructions are not just about digging a hole beneath the ground.

In fact, below ground lies a fully functional city, complete with residential and industrial sectors, water and power supply, and material reserves...

Of course, under normal circumstances, ordinary people cannot access this level.

Their understanding of bomb shelters is just limited to underground parking lots in their own neighborhoods.

In reality, it’s much more complex than that and not just on one level. There are structures that delve dozens of meters into the ground across multiple stories.

Thick rock layers, along with reinforced concrete structures, were designed from the outset to withstand the impact of nuclear explosions.

Some people over-imagine the power of nuclear bombs. In fact, the wooden houses in Hiroshima and Nagasaki back in the day and the modern reinforced concrete defenses actually have a bit of a gap in strength.

Others under-estimate the power of nuclear bombs, having seen too many Hollywood movies. They find that nuclear bombs can’t kill anything, not even a gecko, and instead seem to recharge and heal it.

This is actually quite one-sided.

Ever since humanity invented nuclear bombs, the number of mysterious and unknown stories from the Jianghu World has significantly declined.

The various femanized versions of Ancient Gods and Evil Gods have become increasingly adept at singing and dancing.

In the passages of the bomb shelter, every several dozen meters, there would be a dark tunnel on the sidewall, the destination of which is unknown.

Wang Yunxiao and Youtiao each walked on one side, holding their lamps and scrutinizing their surroundings, only to find that almost all the tunnel openings had footsteps going in and out.

It seemed this place was quite popular.

In the dark, it’s easy to lose one’s sense of time.

He silently counted in his mind while checking his watch every five minutes to ensure there were no discrepancies in time.

The team’s pace wasn’t fast. When they had just passed the first five-minute mark, they crossed the hundred-meter mark previously investigated by the police, who had thoughtfully written "100" on the wall with chalk.

The road ahead looked no different from the back, other than darkness and silence, nothing else.

Another five minutes passed, and they had walked nearly three hundred meters; the path ahead was still pitch black, seeming bottomless.

There were still shoe prints in the side passages.

Wang Yunxiao and Youtiao exchanged glances, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Primarily because they couldn’t understand what exactly was going on here. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Do you think this is the Disney theme park in the Netherworld? Circling around over and over?

Or is it because there’s no food to be found here, and people were literally starved to death?

That’s nonsense. Just look at where this is; how could there possibly be any food? If you could make it to Qinghe Middle School, maybe you could find some canned lunch meat.

But if you had the kind of luck to win a lottery jackpot, you wouldn’t be locked up in a place like this, would you?

"Something’s not right,"

Youtiao whispered in Wang Yunxiao’s ear, "Big brother, you checked those bodies earlier, right? They were dressed neatly except for their fingers, and there were no signs of struggle or external injuries, right?"

"Right."

"That’s not right then. How can people do nothing and just be starved to death alive?"

Youtiao pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose; the weak flame from the oil lamp reflected on his lenses.

"Even if they really were trapped in here unable to get out, it doesn’t mean there was absolutely no food."

"People, can eat people."

Wang Yunxiao nodded silently, without speaking.

This was indeed a suspicious point.

It wasn’t strange for people to die, and starving to death was normal. But before their deaths, these people had leisurely searched every nook and cranny of the entire Underground Civil Air Defense, even if they starved to death, there was no incidence of cannibalism among them.

What sublime morality!

Do all foreigners talk about civilization and politeness like this?

I get it, other people’s crossings are either movies, novels, anime, or games, but I’ve crossed into a Yilin Zhiyin Bound Volume hahahahaha...

It’s not funny at all.

This possibility was really too low, Wang Yunxiao thought for a moment, then tentatively said, "Do you think it’s possible that these people were controlled as puppets by someone else from the beginning to the end? Or perhaps, like those we encountered, bodies possessed by a Demon?"

Youtiao was about to speak when he suddenly heard Matuan shout from ahead, "Big brother! There’s a dead man... it’s not you, don’t kick me, there’s a dead man ahead!"

"Nobody move!"

Wang Yunxiao patted Gangtou on the shoulder, asking him to turn around and keep an eye on the rear while he went ahead with Youtiao.

While walking over, he glanced at his wristwatch.

From the time they had descended until now, almost twenty minutes had passed. From a body sense perspective, the team had progressed about a thousand meters.

If everything adhered to the objective laws of physics, without messing up like a ghost hitting the wall or some other trick, then according to the scale on the map, his team should now be less than one street away from Nanshi Main Street.

The repeated mention of Nanshi Main Street was because, as the most bustling commercial street in the Nantong District with the hottest real estate development projects in recent years,

numerous high-rise buildings had been newly constructed.

With high-rise buildings, foundations must naturally be laid.

Regarding laying the foundations... it would have been impossible not to discover such a massive Underground Civil Air Defense construction.

Of course, these were issues for the upper management to consider.

The current urgent matter, however, centered on the dead body right before their eyes.

Wang Yunxiao and Youtiao advanced to the front of the team, looking in the direction Matuan was pointing.

Before them was a space of about fifty square meters, with steps leading upwards visible on the opposite side indicating one of the main exits of this air-raid shelter.

But right in front of the steps, there lay a dozen headless bodies, scattered all over.

This time, there were indeed obvious external injuries, as after all, a person’s head couldn’t just fall off their neck on its own.

Looking at the clothing, these bodies were not much different from those at the entrance, all dressed in suits, leather shoes with ties, and women in broken Western floral dresses, looking utterly disgraceful.

The only intact body on-site was that of a black-haired young girl who was holding a sharp surgical knife, apparently the only person with a weapon at the scene. However, her cause of death was equally bizarre.

She tightly gripped the surgical knife in her hand, her arm forcibly broken by someone, sticking the surgical knife into her lower jaw, stabbing through to the end.

Chen Yan’s body slightly swayed, she subconsciously supported herself against the wall, and began to retch.

"Dehydration."

Little Gourd suddenly spoke up.

"What dehydration?"

Wang Yunxiao paused, then looking back at these bodies, he instantly understood what Little Gourd meant.

Though these bodies had lost their heads, their remaining parts were still relatively intact, and they did not emit the normal putrid smell that decaying bodies produce.

He wasn’t a professional criminal investigation expert, and hadn’t noticed this at first. But after Little Gourd’s reminder, he immediately realized that these bodies, including that of the young girl, all exhibited clear signs of shriveling.

Just like dried green beans exposed under the scorching sun.