Chapter 787: Difficulty Levels

The factory was large, damaged as if it had been bombed.

The red brick exterior walls were dirty and broken, the ceiling tattered and torn, the supporting concrete pillars looked fine but were covered with graffiti, urine stains, and unidentifiable filth. The interior ground of the factory was uneven with sewage flowing everywhere, covered with excrement from humans, dogs, cats, mice, birds, and insects.

On the relatively intact walls on the east and west sides of the factory, there were piles of bricks and stones. Covered with a few plastic tarps, they served as nests where people could sleep.

Zhang Jigu, whose cheeks were sunken from drug use, had his hands cuffed. Pointing to a corner, he said, "I was lying right there at that time, covered with something, not daring to move."

"Which way was your head facing?" Meng Chengbiao had come with Jiang Yuan, and he had been asking for details all the way.

Details are the hardest to fabricate and the easiest to give you away.