Behind the curtain, there is a small space, and this small space is also enclosed by a curtain, but in this space enclosed by a curtain, there is a bed.

It was an iron bed, and in such a humid environment, this iron bed was not spared, and it was covered with reddish-brown rust, and it looked like blood flowing from the iron bed.

The fat man's attention was not on this iron bed, he was looking for the rags that he needed at high speed, so he saw something at first sight.

Those things, laid flat on the surface of the iron bed, were a little messy, with a thick layer of dust floating on them, but it was easy to tell that it was actually a quilt.

What the fat man is looking for is a rag, isn't this exactly a rag?

The fat man was overjoyed, he stepped forward in two steps, and reached out to grab the quilt, but he didn't expect that the quilt had just touched his hand, and suddenly turned into a cloud of dust, and with the light breeze brought by his arm, it was fluttering and melting into the air.

The fat man was shocked, what was going on, it was completely like something in a dream, how could something that could be seen turn into dust when touched?

The fat man was puzzled, and then grabbed it with his hands, but the result was still the same, the quilt was on the iron bed, it was like a treasure in a dream, as long as he stretched out his hand, it turned into nothing.

In the face of such a situation, the fat man eased his mind, and seemed to understand, it seems that this quilt has long been rotten into ashes, but in this underground environment, there is no wind and no water, this quilt has maintained its original appearance, if someone blows now, I am afraid it will be immediately swept into countless dust.

It's just like some of the items in the tombs. It was still intact at the time of excavation. Just a glimpse of wind and light. It often disappears immediately, which makes people sigh.

The fat man looked at the quilt, and his heart was also anxious and resentful, the rags were here, but he couldn't even pick them up, what should I do.

"Maybe this quilt won't work, try your luck with another bed."

The fat man suddenly gained confidence again, so he went inside. He pulled off another layer of curtains with his hand, revealing a small space again.

Sure enough, there was a bed in that space, a bed that was also rusted, and there was also a quilt on the bed, and the fat man came closer, and grabbed the quilt with his hand again, and a cloud of smoke and dust flew up.

The fat man was not discouraged, he passed through several small spaces one after another, and felt deeper, trying to find the quilt that had not completely rotted into ashes.

He was like a demon. He had forgotten where he was, and even the fear that had been haunting him. All completely forgotten.

After walking into the deepest part of the room, he suddenly found a somewhat different space.

It's strange that although this space is also separated by curtains, the area is much larger than the previous ones, and the iron bed in this space is also like a large double bed, and there is a quilt on it, and it is a very thick quilt.

The fat man couldn't help but smile on his face as if he had seen a baby, and hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to see at once whether this thick and big quilt had also rotted into dust.

He came to him, calmed down, and then slowly stretched out his hand, which was perhaps his last hope, and he couldn't help but get a little nervous.

When the fat man's fingertips touched the quilt, the smile on his face seemed to be brighter, because the quilt did not turn into dust as quickly as the previous ones, but was intact.

The quilt was obviously not rotten, not only did it not rot, but it seemed to be very strong and elastic.

The fat man was very happy, he grabbed this quilt with his hand, thinking that he could finally save some face in front of Gao Chao, and he could also show off his ability in front of Xia Qing.

It's just that what makes him strange is that this quilt is not rotten, but on the surface of this cloth, it seems to be dyed with a layer of grease, and it feels greasy to the touch, very much like the kind of tarpaulin soaked in tung oil, and the fat man can't help but curse secretly, this Soviet man is really evil, and someone actually covers such an impermeable thing.

This question was only fleeting, and the fat man was anxious, so he grabbed the tarpaulin-like sheet, and then pulled the whole quilt up from the wide iron bed with a little more effort.

He rolled it up with his hand, and the quilt was already in his arms, and he was so happy, and his face seemed to be about to bloom.

It was just a smile on his face, but it froze at this moment.

The smile seemed to be frozen, and the corners of his mouth were still upturned, but there was no joy in his eyes.

The fat man's eyes had gradually become round, and they were getting bigger and bigger, and his gaze seemed to have straightened, and he didn't blink, just staring at the wide iron bed in front of him.

And what's on the iron bed?

The pillar of light of the headlamp became more obvious, just because when the fat man lifted the sheet just now, the dust was too much and too thick, flying around in the pillar of light, making people unable to open their eyes.

But the fat man's eyes didn't even blink, he wanted to blink, but he didn't dare to blink anymore.

The dust choked, and he wanted to cough, but he didn't dare to cough.

What's on that big iron bed?

The fat man was stunned for a long time, he stood there, already looking like a stone man, and somehow, he finally reacted, and at this moment, only one word popped out of his mind - escape.

Is it easy to escape? Fleeing in fear is never an easy matter.

The fat man still had the tarpaulin-like sheet in his arms, and he seemed to have forgotten to throw it down and run away, so he did not run quickly, and not only that, but he stepped on the sheet that was dragging on the ground, and then tripped himself and threw himself forward.

He hadn't escaped two steps before he was planted.

The fat man's body pounced forward, although his body was heavy, but he was very flexible, he rolled twice, and he didn't hurt him.

But he rolled, but rolled several layers of plastic curtains in front of him on his body, all of them pulled down, this time, it caused a chain reaction, only to hear a sound of "lala", all the curtains in this room, it was like a waterfall layer by layer, layer by layer.

The fat man was still rolling on the ground, just because he was accidentally rolled in the curtain, the plastic curtain was extremely tough, three or four layers wrapped around his body, no matter how strong he was, it was impossible to break free from it at once.

It's good that he didn't break free, but if he broke free, he would choke him to death, and the countless curtains fell to the ground, and I don't know how much dust was raised, and the room was like a sandstorm, and even the headlamp above the fat man's head became dim.

(To be continued.) )