The mine road in front of it suddenly opened up, and the turtledove didn't know what this place was originally doing, in short, it was artificially opened up a clearing of nearly 100 square meters, and there were more than a dozen tents of all sizes in the clearing, and the middle was full of sundries, and it seemed that someone had lived here.

"This was supposed to be a place to store tools," the little worm obviously knew more than the turtledove, "and there are traces of burnt wood on the walls, and that's the shelf where the tools are kept, and you see there's a miner's hoe over there." ”

The eagle-eyed insect was very observant, and the turtledove looked down her finger, and saw that on the ground between a tent and the wall, there was indeed a black thing, which at first glance seemed like nothing, but after looking at it for a long time, it would be found that it still retained the basic outline of the miner's hoe.

Apparently, it was a miner's hoe that had "survived" the fire, but it had been covered in dust for too long.

After watching the miners' hoes, the turtledoves and bugs turned their attention back to the tents.

The tent was also covered with ash, but not as exaggerated as the miner's hoe, which was quite consistent with the rumor of the outcasts, who were said to have fled more than a year earlier by the forces of the area, and whose slaves had escaped from the war, and who had nowhere to put down their roots, chose Ash Ridge as their shelter.

In retrospect, that decision doesn't seem very wise.

"Where have they gone?"

The turtledove rummaged through the piles of debris, and found some food, as well as guns and ammunition, and at first he was quite happy, but then he thought that it would not be difficult enough to move these things out, so the turtledove had to put down his work and go to the worm's side to see what was going on.

Worm crouched there, with a notebook she had found in the tent on her lap, and she was reading the contents of the notebook by the light of a flashlight.

"What is this?"

The turtledove crouched next to the worm.

"A diary."

The insect shifted the flashlight to his left hand and shifted it again to make it easier for the turtledove to lean his head over.

……

"Today, we finally arrived at Grey Ridge, this place is as weird as the rumors, but what else can we do, the slave hunting group we met a few days ago captured more than a dozen of us, oh my God, I really don't want to go back to being slaves."

"There's no lumber to build a house near Dirt Ridge, and Zach said we could live in the mine, which was a great idea, but it took a long time to climb the pit every day, and there was talk of rebuilding the ring road on the pit wall because we decided to live here."

"The amount of work was huge, but fortunately we carried enough food to support us for a long time, but replenishing fresh water is a tricky problem, and it takes about four hours to make a trip back and forth from the nearest water source, which greatly delays the progress of the project."

……

"Look back and find something key."

The turtledove is an anxious person, he can't stand this kind of diary, and urges the worm to turn back, and the worm gives him a blank look, and says:

"If you're in a hurry, you can find another diary to read, I found this one, I can read it as much as I want."

The worm said so, and he still turned several pages back in his hand.

……

"We're starting to think about expanding the camp because the mine is so complex that it's easy to get lost without a map, so there's still a lot of preparation work waiting for us."

"By the way, Zach asked me if I would like to be his girlfriend, and my mind was messed up, so I asked him to give me a moment to think it through."

……

The little worm and the turtledove glanced at each other at the same time, and they nodded in unison, deciding to start reading from here, but the rest of the diary has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women.

……

"There was a horrific collapse in Mine Passage 18, Curt and a few newcomers were trapped inside, and it took us three days to re-dig the tunnel, but we didn't find Curt's body."

"Zach sealed the Eighteenth Mine and didn't allow anyone to come near it anymore, I know he has a good relationship with Curt, and this incident has hit him hard, and it seems that I have to find time to talk about the relationship again."

"Another person has mysteriously disappeared, this is the third time in a week, and there are occasional strange noises coming from the depths of the mine, and everyone is nervous."

"In order to calm everyone's nervousness, Zach decided to take someone deep into the mine to find the source of the strange sound, he wouldn't let me follow, I could only pray for him silently."

"Zach didn't come back."

"Zach didn't come back."

“……”

"Half a month has passed, and Zach still hasn't come back, and I don't think I'll ever have a chance to say that to him again."

……

The turtledove and the worm looked at each other, and the diary came to an abrupt end at this point, and the worm turned through every page behind the notebook, all blank.

Slowly closing the notebook, the worm couldn't say a word for a long time, there was too much information recorded in the diary, and she needed time to understand.

"Or ...... Let's go back. ”

In the darkness of the environment, the turtledove really couldn't raise his guts, and when he heard the worm read the "strange sound" paragraph, the turtledove almost fell into the worm's arms.

"Would you like to go to Mine Eighteen?"

The little insect is not afraid of ghosts, nor is she afraid of the dark, and in this respect, she is much more courageous than the turtledove.

"I'm not crazy, I'm not going."

The turtledove rubbed his hands together, and he felt chills all over his body because of the environment or the strange diary, as if a cold eye was peering in the darkness.

"If you don't go, I'll go."

The worm put the diary back in the tent, took the flashlight, and walked up his legs into the deep dark tunnel.

The turtledove looked at the back of the little insect and shook his head, looking at it, his feeling of being watched was inexplicably stronger, and he was excited, and the turtledove quickly chased after the small insect in front of him, and at the same time did not forget to shout loudly:

"Wait for me!"

……

At a fork in the road, the worm used a flashlight to shine a flashlight on the two numbers "18" written on the top of it, as stated in the diary, the eighteenth mine road had been completely blocked with stones, and without attack, it was impossible for her to dig up the stones with her bare hands.

"Are you satisfied, we've already seen the No. 18 Mine Road, and now we can go back?"

The turtledove stood next to her, more than a head taller than the worm, but now he was next to the worm, his eyes vigilantly watching the darkness around him, as if he were on guard against a dark shadow that might come at him at any moment.

"That's right, we did look at the eighteenth mine."

The worm's words made the turtledove happy for a second, only for a second, for the worm then said to him:

"But I'd like to go deeper into the tunnel."