I stood up from the ground with a flashlight, and glanced down to see the whole picture of the foreigner next to me. This foreigner is dressed very ordinarily, no different from ordinary people, no one would have thought that he would be a native man on the street, with a black backpack pressed underneath.

I didn't have anything now, so I thought about borrowing some equipment from this foreign friend, and then bent down and pulled out the black backpack from under his body, and opened it to see that there were quite a few things.

There was a lot of bread in the backpack, but it was all spoiled and rotten, and it smelled moldy. There was a jar of water underneath the backpack, and I opened it and smelled it, so I thought it would be still drinkable. There was also a saber in the backpack, a piece of rope, and a few candles.

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