According to the common sense in his mind about facing a comatose patient, he kept pinching Suchak's acupoint and pressed his chest several times.

Seeing that he had finally recovered little by little, he was just covered with wounds all over his body and was bleeding outward.

Both of us and our bodies were covered in dust from the aftermath of the explosion, and we still had a breath of air.

I can't help but be a little glad that I and Suchak are still fortune-tellers, and we are not buried alive here.

When I looked back, the black-and-white photograph and the tragic twin monsters had been completely crushed under the rubble, leaving no trace.

I've never had a weird feeling in my heart like today, I always feel empty, but I don't know why.

It was impossible to dig through the rubble with your hands to find the black-and-white photo, and the only clue seemed to be interrupted again in an instant.

The dust and smoke drifted through the air, and at that moment, I noticed a silver-white bracelet on the ground, vaguely recalling that it seemed to be left behind by the twin monsters.

He quietly picked it up with his back to Suchak and put it in his arms.

This silver bracelet seems to be the only clue left in the black-and-white photo, but I don't know why that monster would desperately protect the two of us, soaked in formalin solution for so long, she still seems to retain a trace of humanity and consciousness.

I turned and helped Suchak to his feet, both of them covered in large and small scars, and their clothes were torn to pieces in the aftermath of the explosion.

Suchak couldn't help but be a little glad that the two of us had escaped this fate, but the pain and hunger that gradually came to my mind gradually came to my mind as the dust and smoke dissipated.

The two of them supported each other, groping their way forward in the dark, and every small step I took seemed to affect the injuries on my body, and I grinned in pain.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a large black iron door appeared at the end of the dim corridor in front of me.

The cold breath echoed in the tunnel, and I couldn't help but be a little timid, looking at the iron gate in front of me and thinking about it.

Maybe there will be some demons and monsters hiding in the Iron Gate, just as Suchak and I try to avoid the Iron Gate and find another way out.

The iron canning box with a thick pile of dust in the corner instantly caught the attention of Suchak and me.

I limped in the direction of the iron gate, but I didn't expect it to be marked with a line of hidden rusty Japanese on the door.

The content is to the effect that the warehouse is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter!

These words suddenly made my eyes glow golden, as if I saw a life-saving straw.

Unexpectedly, the iron door in front of me seems to be a storage warehouse built in a tunnel decades ago.

Since it is a warehouse land, it must be indispensable to hoard armaments and materials.

I looked at the rusty, black gate in front of me, and almost without hesitation, I reached out and turned the round handle on it.

Unexpectedly, after decades of erosion, the iron door of this warehouse actually faintly showed some signs of rusting, and no matter how hard Suchak and I tried, we couldn't completely push it open.

In a hurry, I thought of another hand**, and I don't know if I can blow the door open if I use ** to stuff it into the crack of the door.

Thinking of the supplies and dry rations that might be stored in the warehouse, Suzak hesitated a little, thinking that the method I said was feasible.

He stuffed the only remaining ** in the team into the crack of the iron door, with a loud bang.

The aftermath of the explosion actually blasted the entire iron gate away, and the tunnel once again stirred up dust and smoke, and the entire Xiangxi Mountains were like an earthquake.

At this time, Suchak and I have spent a long time here, and we can't take care of it much.

As the dust cleared, I turned on the old-fashioned flashlight in my hand and walked in first, but I didn't expect the huge warehouse to be empty.

The ground was covered with dust and the remains of the dead bodies of Japanese soldiers, and it was even more conspicuous.

In the center of the warehouse is a large square granite stone, which stands out from the crowd in the middle of the empty warehouse.

But at this point, Suchak and I had no time to worry about this, and the first thing we did when we entered the warehouse was to frantically search for supplies.

I didn't let go of even the slightest corner of the huge warehouse, but fortunately, there is no endless road.

Eventually, I found dusty uniforms and two or three boxes of canned beef that had been out of date for decades in a black iron box.

After opening the can, I didn't expect the beef broth inside to become semi-solid, slimy and disgusting.

But out of the constant pressure of hunger in my body, I almost made a very crazy move, that is, I took the can in my hand and gently licked it with my tongue.

Unexpectedly, the expired food decades ago did not seem to spoil in the sealed state, but only exuded a strange smell.

Suchak and I couldn't care so much about it at this time, and when we saw that this thing seemed to be edible, we desperately stuffed it into our mouths.

Even eating more boldly is much better than starving.

I finally had some food in my stomach, and the physical strength I had consumed gradually recovered a lot, and even the wounds on my body didn't seem to hurt so much anymore.

I leaned against the edge of the warehouse wall and looked at the two dusty Japanese uniforms, wondering whether to put them on.

This seems to involve the issue of righteousness and dignity in my heart, but with the bleak wind in the warehouse, it blows little by little.

Through the already tattered clothes on our bodies, we instantly felt a biting chill.

"Even if you wear this dog skin, it's to be able to escape safely, and it's a big deal to throw it away after you go out."

I couldn't help but comfort myself in my heart, but Suchak next to me didn't seem so guilty, clothes were clothes in his eyes.

The little devil is the little devil, and the two things don't seem to be related, so there's no need to blame yourself so much.

I looked at the Xinjiang uncle in front of me, and his thinking seemed to be much simpler than that of a tangled person like me.

Wearing the dark green Japanese military uniform, I suddenly felt that it was no longer so cold in the warehouse.

Unexpectedly, when Suchak inadvertently looked at the cyan granite stone in the center of the warehouse, he couldn't help but mutter.

"How do I look at this thing like a coffin."

It was like lightning flashing through my mind.

I turned my head again to look closely, and found that, as Suchak had said, this huge granite stone was long and wide, with sharp edges and corners, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, as if it were really a sarcophagus.

Unexpectedly, the huge sarcophagus in front of him was actually seen by a layman, and he didn't notice this when he entered the warehouse for so long.

I picked up a rusty bayonet next to the skeleton of a Japanese soldier, raised my guard, and walked towards the boulder.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived closer, I really found that this was an extremely simple and heavy sarcophagus, so simple that the stone surface was uneven, full of traces of the stone surface.

There are no patterns and patterns on the coffin.