Xia Qing noticed that the fat man was squeezing out through the crack of the iron door, and he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, the fat man was not a child, and Xia Qing didn't bother to pay attention to him at all.

But Gao Chao was using all his strength to twist the screws, and he had no time to take care of the fat man and Xia Qing, so the fat man went out through the iron door, and Gao Chao didn't notice it at all.

In this way, Gao Chao was inspecting the diesel generator in disrepair step by step, Xia Qing was looking for engine oil in a pile of iron buckets, but the fat man had already squeezed out of the iron door and returned to the narrow and dark corridor again.

The hallway was insanely quiet, and only the occasional sound of iron colliding from behind the iron door could embolden the fat man.

The fat man is not very bold, he is afraid of the dark, and he is afraid of anything that comes out of the darkness, so it is indeed a little difficult for him to walk in this narrow corridor by himself.

What he thinks about now is to save some face in front of Gao Chao, although Gao Chao doesn't feel that he has lost any face, but the nature of men is like this, the more people who love face, they will always feel that others have made them lose face.

The fat man couldn't help but look at both ends of this corridor, and he found that both ends of this corridor seemed to be the same, so the question was, which side should he go to? Which side of the corridor will let him find the rags?

"Let's go back, go from whichever side you came from, at least that side will be safer......"

The fat man said this to himself in his heart, and he walked slowly, three steps and one turn, down the corridor.

On both sides of the corridor were iron doors, and the position of those iron doors was irregular, sometimes two steps would have to pass through two doors, and sometimes only one door would be seen after walking ten steps.

There was nothing on the door. There are no words, no signs, just gray-white dust.

Some of the iron doors are open, some are closed, and the iron doors in this corridor seem to be the same.

The sound of iron striking behind the fat man. It had become smaller, and he kept walking back, but he had to hesitate, he had to make a choice, he had to choose to enter an open door, and then look inside for the rags that he needed so much.

But in the face of those gray and white iron doors, it is difficult for anyone to make a choice, because no matter which door is behind it, it seems to be a room that cannot be entered but not exited.

The more timid people are. The more imaginative.

The fat man walked slowly, perhaps because he had been immersed in his own fantasies, and he looked at the open doors, behind which was dark, and no matter how good his eyesight was, he could not see anything in the dark.

Although he had a headlamp with him, it was a pity that the pillar of light emitted by the headlamp was in the darkness. It was as if he had become weak and powerless.

The voice behind the fat man was getting quieter and quieter, and he had already walked far away. He stopped suddenly, he knew that he couldn't go any farther, and if he went far, it was the same result, he had to muster up courage, and now it was only him. He had to find the rags he needed to be masterful.

His lips were dry, his throat was dry, maybe he hadn't drunk in a long time, or maybe he was so nervous that he swallowed two mouthfuls of foam. Looking back at the hallway behind him, there was nothing but the sound of a superb repair of the generator.

Listening to that voice, the fat man seemed to have courage again in his heart, which at least proved that Gao Chao and he were still in the same space.

There were many doors in the hallway, but in front of him, there was only one.

This door is no different from the others, it is completely open, as if someone has opened it for fear that the wind will blow it again.

The fat man faced this door, he hadn't moved yet, he was thinking that behind this door there must be a small room, which could be seen from the far away from this door, and then there were other iron doors.

"If you want to find more, you have to choose a bigger room."

The fat man said to himself that he was amazed that he could keep such a clear head in such an environment.

At last, as if he had mustered up his courage, he clenched his fists, but with the lightest steps, he walked towards the iron door.

When the pillar of light from the headlamp entered the darkness behind the door, the fat man finally realized that this room was indeed not small, even larger than the power generation room that Gao Chao had discovered.

It's just that this room is not only big, but it's also full of things.

Although the fat man had been moving his steps carefully, he still touched something on the ground, and then, in the dead silence of the room, there was a thrilling cracking sound.

The fat man was startled, his body shook violently, and an electric current rushed from his back to the top of his head, and he almost passed out, but he immediately realized that it was only because he had accidentally kicked and shattered a glass bottle with his foot.

"What the ......"

The fat man scolded secretly, and used his headlamp to shine on it, and the ground was full of all kinds of glassware and some things that had rotted beyond recognition, most of those glassware were empty, but there were also some things in them, but those things were so bad that they were like sticky juice, and when you think about the history of this place for more than thirty years, you can't imagine what was in those glassware before.

Of course, the fat man was not interested in those things, and he immediately looked into the depths of this room, and this time, he saw a lot of curtains.

It was some translucent curtains, and some plastic curtains, and only plastic curtains would not rot in this kind of place, but after all, these translucent plastic curtains have become a little yellow, and they are not so transparent.

The fat man became more careful, and he had to keep an eye on what was under his feet, and he could walk from the outside to the inside.

He suddenly realized that there were really a lot of curtains, layer by layer, which divided this large room into small rooms one by one, and these small rooms were square, and the area was not large, and it was only enough to put down a bed.

The fat man came to him, and under the illumination of the headlamp, the curtains were still somewhat transparent, but looking at it this way, even if the fat man's eyesight was good, it was difficult for him to see the situation behind the curtains.

"Maybe behind these curtains, there's a much-needed rag."

The fat man was talking to himself again, and every time he spoke like that, his confidence seemed to increase considerably.

So he settled down, and slowly stretched out his hand, trying to lift a plastic curtain in front of him, but when his hand just grabbed the curtain, before he could use force, the curtain had fallen off the roof, and the whole curtain fell to the ground with a thick cloud of dust.

The fat man hurriedly covered his face with his hands, the dust still choked him, and in the oxygen-deficient environment of this plateau, the violent coughing made his head swollen and miserable.

After a while, the fat man recovered a little, but even tears coughed out, and he only rubbed his eyes with his hands to gradually see the situation behind the curtain.

(To be continued.) )