He Jiaming followed behind Situ Qinglang, and the two chose a fork in the road.

The unbuilt subway was originally just a rough underground passage, and after an earthquake, it was no longer the same place, full of gravel and dirt, and the smell of choking floating in the air, and there was a dead silence inside.

He Jiaming couldn't help but sneeze, and he was already disgraced before he took two steps.

"What the hell am I here for?" was the nth time he had asked himself this question.

"Keep up, it's better not to get separated from me. ”

However, Situ Qinglang's stinky and shameless man still said such cool words, He Jiaming snorted and followed indignantly.

Situ Qinglang walked very carefully, he judged with experience whether there were any living people nearby, but every time they found rags or clothes corners, they cleaned up the stones that pressed on them, and they were always silent.

Most of the construction workers of those subways are no longer in shape, or died of suffocation, or died of falling rocks, and the flesh and blood are so blurred that they are unrecognizable at this moment, He Jiaming's face is pale, and he really doesn't want to see this scene.

Situ Qinglang's tired face was full of grimness, and there was nothing they could do in this situation, so they could only make a mark for the time being, and then look for the next search and rescue target, hoping that a miracle would happen.

As the two of them walked farther and farther away, they gradually lost hearing the sound of their teammates knocking on stones and cutting things, but the humidity became heavier and heavier, and the coolness mixed with the dampness soaked into the bone marrow.

He Jiaming didn't want to go any further, in his opinion, there were living people in this kind of place, so he said: "Go back, don't toss around." ”

"No, we're going to have to at least search and rescue everything down here. Situ Qinglang strongly refused.

"Boss, can't you calculate the survival rate yourself? It's no wonder that someone can survive in such a hellish place! And this is underground, don't you feel uncomfortable staying for a long time? Hurry up, don't put yourself in it at the end!"

He Jiaming didn't want to say such indifferent and ruthless words, but he knew very well that with a clear personality, he couldn't make this kind of decision.

Qinglang is a soldier, he He Jiaming is not, he is a wealthy young master, and he is not a Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves suffering, he can do this step now It has been benevolent and righteous, he just wants to go out now, and he doesn't want to stay in this place for a second.

"Don't you think you shouldn't say such things in a place like this, and don't forget why they're buried here!"

"Why, it's not for me anyway. He Jiaming dragged him out, "Hurry up! I have been jumping in my right eye today, I have done everything that needs to be done, let's hurry out-"

Situ Qinglang shook him off suddenly: "If you want to go, I will continue to search and rescue, you go back first." ”

"Your uncle-" He Jiaming almost wanted to beat him, if it weren't for the fact that he knew that he was not the opponent of the Lian family in front of him, "Didn't you let Lao Tzu come this morning?"

"I thought you were too idle. Aren't you going to be a volunteer?" Situ Qinglang replied coldly.

During the quarrel, the two suddenly heard the inaudible sound of stone knocking, "bang" twice, and in an instant, their voices were quiet.

Hearing such a sound in such a no-man's place, He Jiaming felt a little frightened for a while, Situ Qinglang hurriedly identified the direction with his voice, and said in surprise: "There are still people alive!

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