This was the second time Tang Mo and Mr. Hu had been to the Euthanasia Room. Compared to the anxiety and panic of their first visit, the current quiet allowed them to take in their surroundings.
The walls of the Euthanasia Room were snow-white. The windows were closed, and no sunlight could get in.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. If one sniffed carefully, a scent of decay could be detected underneath it.
Tang Mo had long known that despite its name, the Euthanasia Room was neither peaceful nor happy. The only destination for those deemed superfluous by this world was the massive grinder inside.
And the end point of this grinder was the planting fields and breeding farms, where they became feed or fertilizer.
Tang Mo even suspected that people taken away for breaking the rules met the same end. After all, in a world with no prisons, no one ever asked where the arrested went. And no one ever saw them come back.
