Chapter Seventy-Five: Crooked Strikes

The bag was still digging down, he was working faster with one arm than I was, and this kid had such a good physique. The bunker was dug down about a meter, and the fine sand began to become damp and hard, just like the sand on the beach, because the moisture was too heavy, the surface was dried, and the bottom was still wet.

"There's water?" As soon as I saw the wet sand, I wondered again, this is not a beach, how can there be wet sand.

"Huh?" Just as I was wondering, the bag pulled out half a piece of shredded paper from the wet sand, and I took it to see that it was a portrait, and the lower half of the human body was photographed, and the upper half was gone. Wearing a pair of army green pants and a pair of heavy toe shoes, he was dressed in the ordinary clothes of the last century. Seeing that there was nothing special, I flipped the picture to the back again

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