After a long journey, a very large iron door appeared in front of the turtledove and the little worm, and raised the gas lamp in his hand, and the turtledove looked up and down the huge iron door.

The potholed surface was full of traces of rust, and it seemed that it had been a certain year, and the turtledove tapped it lightly twice with its fingers, making a "dangdang" echo, which showed that the space behind the door was quite huge.

"Come here," the worm ran to the other side, "this door doesn't seem to be locked, see if you can push it open from here." ”

Following the sound of the worm, the turtledove took a few more steps along the iron gate, and under the light of the gas lamp, he saw that the worm was trying to push the iron door, but it had no effect.

By the light of the gas lamp, Ikaruga found that the iron door did not open and close inside and out, but on a slide rail, and there was a lock at the very front, and the blanket that was originally used to lock the iron door had long since disappeared, and there was only an iron lock that was about to be rusted.

The gap between the iron door and the slide rail is also full of rust, so it's no wonder that the insects can't push it.

"Let me come."

Turtledove is best at this kind of physical work, he put the gas lamp in his hand on the ground, and let the little insect stand next to him, and then held a handle on the edge of the door lock with both hands, gritted his teeth, and the muscles of his body tensed, and in a piercing rust friction sound, he pushed the heavy big iron door back along the slide rail less than a meter away.

After that, I couldn't push it anymore.

Because the environment here is too humid, and no one has maintained this iron door for many years, even if it has been painted before, it can't stand up for so many years, the rust almost has blocked the slide rail, and being able to push a meter is already considered a turtledove's strength, and she can't even push a centimeter when it is a small insect.

"Almost."

The turtledove patted his belly, in fact, he was quite satisfied with the distance of this meter, after all, he and the little worm were not fat people with a big belly, and one meter was enough for the two of them to get in.

……

Got into the back of the iron door through the crack, the worm's eyes were the sharpest, and she suddenly saw a freight elevator facing the iron door in the distance, ran over and slapped the button on it twice, but the elevator did not react.

The rusty iron bar that can not see the color constitutes the main body of the freight elevator, four thick steel columns go straight up and down, the freight elevator is by virtue of the iron cable between these steel columns to go up and down, one of the steel columns has red and green buttons, respectively representing up and down.

The range of the gas lamps was very limited, and the turtledove and the bug didn't know where the freight elevator would take them, but one thing was for sure, at least it would take them away from this dark and damp place.

It's like a sewer, and turtle doves and bugs don't want to stay here for a second.

"What's the matter, isn't the elevator working?"

The turtledove came to the side of the freight elevator in two steps, and at this time the insect had already slapped the button several times, and carefully checked the line, and the turtledove said:

"I don't know, it's possible that there is no power, we have to find a way to restore power here."

Speaking of this, the little insect began to look around for something, the turtledove followed her with a gas lamp, a little overwhelmed, the little insect took two steps and found that the turtledove was looking at herself in wonder, so she stopped, looked back at the turtledove, and asked:

"What are you doing with me?"

"Otherwise, what should I do?"

"This place is so big, let's look separately and see if we can find anything useful, preferably a map or something, and the structure map is even better."

The turtledove nodded, understanding what the worm meant.

……

I didn't expect the space behind the iron gate to be so large, or maybe the space here wasn't that big, but in complete darkness, the turtledove thought it was big.

Holding a gas lamp in his hand, which was getting dimmer and dimmer, Turtledove knew that it was running out of fuel, and he was wondering if he could find some fuel here, but he did find it.

A pungent smell of kerosene hit my face.

Ikaruga said that this is not surprising, who let the gas lamp be found in this vicinity, and the people here did not use nuclear gas lamps in the past, they also had to refuel the gas lamp, in this case, it is not incomprehensible to find kerosene by themselves.

What appeared before the turtledove was a large iron shelf, with a number of miscellaneous objects laid out in each compartment, from rotten cardboard boxes, to hammers with rotten wooden handles, and wrenches full of rust, all of which were common tools.

There are also brooms, mops and the like, but these are almost rotten and unrecognizable, except for the red plastic oil drums placed in the lower compartments, which are quite strong, and after all these years, they still look like new.

After unscrewing the cap of one of the oil drums and making sure that it was kerosene, he began to refuel the gas lamp, and after a few minutes of busy work, the filled gas lamp suddenly shone brightly brighter than before.

This time, the turtledove's vision is broader.

In the huge space, there was a mess everywhere, and there was nothing of value, and the turtledove casually picked up a helmet that had collapsed in half, looked at it, and threw it away.

……

No matter how you look at it, this place looks like there has been no sign of human activity for many years, otherwise it would not have been dilapidated to what it is now, and when I thought of the distress call I received not long ago, a chill came out from behind the turtledove.

It can't really be haunted, right?

The turtledove subconsciously touched the back of his neck, whether on the ground or underground, there is no trace of life in the ruins of the city, it is said that this dark and damp environment is most suitable for biological activities such as cockroaches and mice, but the turtledove said that he and the insects have been wandering around here for a long time, and the cockroaches or something really haven't even seen one.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the turtledove held the gas lamp and shone it around, and suddenly he realized that he couldn't feel the presence of the little worm anymore.

"Hey, where are you?"

The turtledove tentatively shouted into the darkness behind him, but did not get any response, and then the turtledove really panicked, he hurriedly ran back with the gas lamp, and ran to the freight elevator in a few seconds, but still did not see the worm.

What a big living person, where did this go?

"Hey! When you hear it, hurry back and reply! ”

Beads of sweat on the turtledove's head went straight out, and he said in his heart that he shouldn't, shouldn't, just shouldn't act separately from the worm, this place is full of weirdness, how can he just rest assured that the worm is wandering around alone?