Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

The interior was quite rudimentary, simply smoothed over with cement, with lime scattered all over the basement floor, and a faint smell of tar permeating every area.

This was the unique scent produced after burning fat, fermented over a long time.

The scent molecules had strong adhesive properties; they could linger indefinitely in non-ventilated areas and could persist for ten to fifteen days in ventilated areas, thus, normally, the basement was not a good place for burning bodies.

Venting the fumes was troublesome.

The basement was small.

Four people took about seven or eight steps before reaching the end.

Here was an old-fashioned furnace about two meters high and slightly wider, similar in shape to Hua Country’s alchemy furnace on top of which was an oil-spraying device that looked quite ancient. There was still a smell of kerosene, somewhat reminiscent of products from a century ago.

Beside the furnace, some shattered bone fragments were visible.

These were human skeletal tissues that had not entirely burnt due to insufficient temperature.

The entrance to the furnace, facing Brian and his companions, seemed to be of the sliding type, about a meter off the ground—about the height of a small trolley—just pull it from the side, and the bodies could be pushed in for incineration.