Chapter 379: Chapter 377: Prison Office Building 2

Jiang Yan slowly approached Yunding Tower and stopped about five or six meters away from the building.

Hua Bao jumped down from her shoulder, and its twelve thirty-meter-long tendrils, like twelve legs, hopped a few times in the snow before easily climbing to the 68th-floor rooftop of the building.

Jiang Yan had seen the structural diagram of Yunding Tower on her computer; the mezzanine layer between the helipad and the rooftop used to be exposed to the air.

But now, at the same level as the helipad, the entire mezzanine area had been sealed off with wooden boards and metal.

Jiang Yan didn’t think much of it.

The entire city had been submerged, and then hit by consecutive blizzards, so it was only natural that such a rooftop would be fully enclosed to make use of the space.

The completely transparent Hua Bao shrunk its body, thinned down, and pointed its ends, quickly locating a gap the size of an ant and slipped in with a swish.

Although Jiang Yan was outside, she shared all five senses with Hua Bao through her thoughts.

As soon as Hua Bao drilled into the building, a wave of strong foul smell accompanied by irregular snoring hit it head-on.

Inside the steel-framed mezzanine of the rooftop, people were densely hung all over.

These people were of normal height and size, but very thin, almost exclusively men.

Their wrists were tied with ropes, heads drooping, all in a state of unconscious sleep.

Hua Bao listened carefully and heard faint breathing sounds; they were still alive.

For reasons unknown, whether due to frostbite or something else, almost every exposed area of their skin was cracked, with blood and pus that had solidified into ice.

Hua Bao’s body could transform into the states of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and gas. Seeing so many people, it simply transformed directly into a gaseous state and swiftly shuttled through the room.

After circling around, it finally saw by the stairwell two men with guns in their hands, dozing off leaning against pillars on both sides.

In the middle of the two men, there was a pile of charcoal fire.

Next to the charcoal fire were several things resembling roasted potatoes, dark and burnt.

Hua Bao approached, looking at the two men with its swirling eyes, they didn’t seem like good people, “Mom, should these two be dealt with?”

While speaking, two tendrils subtly reached into the pockets of the two men and rummaged around. Besides the whistles hanging on their chests, it found no keys or anything of the sort.

Through its vision, Jiang Yan clearly saw the scene before her, and her whole body stiffened, goosebumps erupting all over her skin:

“Don’t stir up the grass to startle the snake first; finish checking the other floors before we decide.”

This scene, with people hanging everywhere, reminded her of when she was in Anming before, recalling the people taken to the airborne hotel by Xue Dazheng and his group.

However, those taken to the airborne hotel included men and women, and most of them were attractive and well-built.

Here, the people varied in size.

As for their faces, they could only ensure the integrity of their facial features.

“Okay, Mom.” Hua Bao, not finding anything useful after rummaging for a while, quickly retracted its tentacles and continued down the “Z”-shaped staircase.

The layout on the next mezzanine was the same.

As a rule, people were hung everywhere.

As always, there were two guards at the stairwell.

Just as Hua Bao was about to continue down, Jiang Yan stopped it, “Hua Bao, go look at the back of the guards’ necks.”

Hua Bao’s vision was Jiang Yan’s vision.

“Okay.”

It quickly backed up, with its grinning head looking towards the neck of one of the men, who nodded like a pecking chicken.

The room was so dark that one could not see one’s hand in front of their face.

But Hua Bao itself had night vision, so it saw clearly the three small clusters of red and blue flame tattoos on the back of the man’s neck at a glance.

It looked at the other man, who had the same tattoo.

Probably because the two hadn’t bathed for a long time, their bodies were somewhat dirty, making the flame tattoos not very clear.

Jiang Yan’s brow furrowed.

This scene was eerily reminiscent of the handiwork of Miaomiao from Flame Base, that twisted individual.

However, according to the information previously obtained, East Mountain was within the territory of Yaoben Base.

And Musen Base, nearest to East Mountain, was hundreds of kilometers away.

Moreover, according to Song Haitao, Musen Base, like Yaoben Base, was considered a “Righteous” base.

So who could these obviously organized people be?

But now was not the time to think about this; she retracted her thoughts, “Hua Bao, continue down.”

“Okay, Mom.”

Hua Bao descended another mezzanine level.

Different from the two floors above, the two guards here were awake.

One of the men, breathing heavily, was grabbing a man hanging in the corner and doing something unspeakable to him.

There was cloth stuffed in the victim’s mouth, emitting pained whimpering sounds.

Hua Bao felt the scene was a bit mature for young audiences and swiftly shot down toward the lower floors.

The elevator from the mezzanine to the 68th floor had long been out of service.

It quickly found the fire escape and went down to the 68th floor via the fire stairs.

Finally, there was some faint lighting here.

But upon seeing the scene inside the room, Hua Bao was completely shocked.

Outside, Jiang Yan was equally shocked…