debris, climbed over a broken porch and entered a large room with shattered windows on a wall running the length of the building.
The large room in that annex building had tall ceilings where old paddle fans hung, white-washed walls on three sides and tiled floorings that reminded Paul of his grandmother’s kitchen. Leaning against the white-washed walls were rows of steel cabinets and tall wooden shelves laden with all kinds of weird apparatus and equipment, steel canisters, bottles of varying sizes and dozens of thick glass barrels containing dead animal specimens soaked in formaldehyde.
Paul and his buddies came in from the unlocked door on the broken porch. Set on the same wall as the unlocked door was a row of full length glass windows. Most of the glass was shattered but the window frames were still intact. The large room was quite bright as it was illuminated by the exterior light that penetrated the broken windows.
“Hey guys, this room reminds me of my high school biology laboratory,” Johnny said in an excited voice of a playful child, “look at those preserved animals over there! That’s so cool!” He pointed at the barrels of organic specimens on the shelf across the room and ran toward them.
“This place looks more like a morgue to me.” said Paul as he walked around a couple of rusty operating tables or gurneys that were neatly laid out in the middle of the room. “It’s just that there are no dead bodies here.”
“Paul, look at Johnny. Ha…ha...I didn’t know he has a fetish for things dead, maybe that’s why he volunteered to carry Henry’s body.” Nelson whispered, his eyes blinking and beckoning Paul in an effort to direct his attention to their friend Johnny, who was scrutinizing the barrels of formaldehyde and whatever that were inside.
“Don’t think that was funny at all, Nelson.” Paul said.
Nelson chuckled soundlessly and said, “Alright man, I will stop fooling around. The serious man inside me is telling me that this laboratory was nothing but a torture room where the Japanese imperial soldiers carried out human experimentation. You know, things like amputating their prisoner’s arm and re-attaching it back in another part of their body. Perhaps, some invasive surgeries without anesthesia were performed here on these gurneys.”
“I can’t disagree with you on that, Nelson. The Japanese soldiers were definitely doing some weird experiments here. Look at all these surgical instruments.” Paul said, beaming his flashlight on trays of rusty scalpels and forceps lying on a small iron rack next to one of the gurneys. “Remember that documentary ‘Unit 731’? It was rumored that somewhere in China during the Second World War, the Imperial Japanese army set up a facility and they used human beings as guinea pigs in their crazy biological warfare experiments. Their operation codename was Unit 731.”
“I have not heard of this before,” Kenso-san interjected, “Even if the rumor is true, I am deeply sorry for what my ancestors had committed.”
Johnny noticed a faint glow coming from another shelf that was right at the back of the room. His curiosity propelled him forward and after a quick examination, he turned around and said, “Hey guys, it’s those colorful plants that we saw in the crystal cave.”
The three men gathered around Johnny, peering curiously at an array of petri dishes that contained different specimens of light emitting plants. The stalks of fluorescent plants in the petri dishes seemed alive and were producing faint colored rays of varying intensity. There was also a cube-shaped object draped over by a piece of black cloth on the same shelf. The object was about the size of a small fish bowl that some people placed on their office tables.
“What’s this?” Nelson asked, pointing at the object covered with the dusty cloth.
Paul pinched the edge of the black cloth with his two fingers and pulled it away in one clean sweep, revealing the hidden
The large room in that annex building had tall ceilings where old paddle fans hung, white-washed walls on three sides and tiled floorings that reminded Paul of his grandmother’s kitchen. Leaning against the white-washed walls were rows of steel cabinets and tall wooden shelves laden with all kinds of weird apparatus and equipment, steel canisters, bottles of varying sizes and dozens of thick glass barrels containing dead animal specimens soaked in formaldehyde.
Paul and his buddies came in from the unlocked door on the broken porch. Set on the same wall as the unlocked door was a row of full length glass windows. Most of the glass was shattered but the window frames were still intact. The large room was quite bright as it was illuminated by the exterior light that penetrated the broken windows.
“Hey guys, this room reminds me of my high school biology laboratory,” Johnny said in an excited voice of a playful child, “look at those preserved animals over there! That’s so cool!” He pointed at the barrels of organic specimens on the shelf across the room and ran toward them.
“This place looks more like a morgue to me.” said Paul as he walked around a couple of rusty operating tables or gurneys that were neatly laid out in the middle of the room. “It’s just that there are no dead bodies here.”
“Paul, look at Johnny. Ha…ha...I didn’t know he has a fetish for things dead, maybe that’s why he volunteered to carry Henry’s body.” Nelson whispered, his eyes blinking and beckoning Paul in an effort to direct his attention to their friend Johnny, who was scrutinizing the barrels of formaldehyde and whatever that were inside.
“Don’t think that was funny at all, Nelson.” Paul said.
Nelson chuckled soundlessly and said, “Alright man, I will stop fooling around. The serious man inside me is telling me that this laboratory was nothing but a torture room where the Japanese imperial soldiers carried out human experimentation. You know, things like amputating their prisoner’s arm and re-attaching it back in another part of their body. Perhaps, some invasive surgeries without anesthesia were performed here on these gurneys.”
“I can’t disagree with you on that, Nelson. The Japanese soldiers were definitely doing some weird experiments here. Look at all these surgical instruments.” Paul said, beaming his flashlight on trays of rusty scalpels and forceps lying on a small iron rack next to one of the gurneys. “Remember that documentary ‘Unit 731’? It was rumored that somewhere in China during the Second World War, the Imperial Japanese army set up a facility and they used human beings as guinea pigs in their crazy biological warfare experiments. Their operation codename was Unit 731.”
“I have not heard of this before,” Kenso-san interjected, “Even if the rumor is true, I am deeply sorry for what my ancestors had committed.”
Johnny noticed a faint glow coming from another shelf that was right at the back of the room. His curiosity propelled him forward and after a quick examination, he turned around and said, “Hey guys, it’s those colorful plants that we saw in the crystal cave.”
The three men gathered around Johnny, peering curiously at an array of petri dishes that contained different specimens of light emitting plants. The stalks of fluorescent plants in the petri dishes seemed alive and were producing faint colored rays of varying intensity. There was also a cube-shaped object draped over by a piece of black cloth on the same shelf. The object was about the size of a small fish bowl that some people placed on their office tables.
“What’s this?” Nelson asked, pointing at the object covered with the dusty cloth.
Paul pinched the edge of the black cloth with his two fingers and pulled it away in one clean sweep, revealing the hidden
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