Meanwhile, inside the waterwheel engine room.
The narrow space could only accommodate a maximum of four people walking abreast.
Vice squad leader Zhou Yong, with three team members, was at the forefront, shields raised in front, knives in their right hands, casting vigilant glances at the surrounding machinery.
It seemed that some electricity was still retained in the engine room.
Around the corner leading to the lower level, one could faintly see the dim yellow light.
Besides that, the interior of the engine room was almost completely dark, making it difficult to even discern the faces of the comrades at their sides.
Click.
Someone turned on a flashlight.
The bright beam instantly illuminated the space ahead.
Visible were bones scattered everywhere and an unidentified viscous substance sticking to the walls, glistening with a greyish-brown sheen under the flashlight.
It appeared to be the remnants of muscle tissue after rotting away.
