"There doesn't seem to be anything here,"
Zhang Yusi said doubtfully as she looked around the gate. She raised the microcomputer on her arm, and a glow shone out from the side of the computer, which was the flashlight module integrated into the computer.
This module also came with a small battery, which could be detached and used as a separate micro-flashlight.
There were two layers of bloodstains on the ground and the walls: a fresh layer that had just splattered, bright red, coming from Yasia and his companion's blood, and another layer beneath that bright red, coated with dust and the scent of history, a dark brown, dried up set of stains.
This layer of dark brown bloodstains looked similar to the blood writing on the metal door and likely came from the same group of people.
From the dryness of these bloodstains, it was impossible to tell how many years had passed.
The cold metal floor and walls preserved these traces that perhaps dated back centuries.
