Chen Moxin listened and listened, and realized that something was wrong from Huang Sanqi's words.

The submarine swam around the building, it didn't occupy a lot of space, and the few snakeskin bags handed over were all stuffed and dry, where was there so much space to store them?

What's more, the person inside still has to carry the book, the book must not be wet, can the half-story building accommodate so many things?

Is this possible?

A bag of heavier and thicker snakeskin poked out of the window, and a metal manipulator sped to pick it up.

Then came the second bag, the third bag...... All the way up to the ninth bag.

An ordinary submarine simply can't hold so much supplies.

If it weren't for the submarine evil gate given by Shen Ruoran, the exterior would still look like the original size, but the interior could freely expand and contract, otherwise it would definitely burst.

It seems that the people inside also realized something, and took the paper and wrote a few words on the reverse side.

[How many more bags can you hold?] 】

The screen has been translated by Wu Wei's ghost hand, and it is quite a metal pull ring, noble and arrogant, [Naturally, there are as many as there are!] 】

The tower-like building inside, looking down, the water depth is only three stories deep, and it is full of high-powered instruments in operation.

The temperature of the building is extremely high, and the flood water is constantly flooding in and evaporating, maintaining a fixed water level.

From the fourth to the fifth floor, a circulation device for bottles and cans is installed, which is mostly a splicing of some common daily necessities to treat feces and urine wastewater.

The sixth to seventh floors are scattered machines, generating electricity, lighting, and cooling......

The eighth layer is the planting area, where some vegetables and fruits with crooked melons and cracked dates are grown.

The ninth floor is a warehouse where supplies are stored.

On the tenth floor, a large area was filled with tools, as well as a few randomly placed tables and chairs, and bits and pieces of wood and metal dust were pushed aside.

In the southeast corner, there is a yellowed pillow on a single folding bed, and a quilt that looks a little dirty.

The eleventh floor is also the planting area, and compared to the eighth floor, this area is overgrown with weeds and looks like a desert.

The twelfth floor, the topmost floor, is now completely empty.

Looking closely at the floor, there were several scratches on the floor, and it was clear that there were quite a few bags full of things hoarded here.

It looks like I was prepared.

Heavy footsteps wandered on the ninth floor, and Yuan Mingyu was wearing long brown rain boots, holding a snakeskin bag to collect the supplies inside.

There was a small robot made of rusty metal next to him, with gloves on the manipulator and sleeves around the arms, looking like a person's right hand and left hand.

The robot obediently followed behind, waiting for Yuan Mingyu to fill a bag and hand it out.

*

The 53rd bag, the 54th bag, the 55th bag......

Huang Sanqi's hand cramped, and he looked up at Chen Moxin numbly:

"Captain Chen, he is also a refugee who is outcast, why is he so good-looking, I seriously doubt that the people inside have space superpowers, otherwise how can I explain that there will be more than fifty bags of supplies on a small floor!"

Chen Moxin was not calm at the moment, his fingers passed, and his voice trembled slightly, "The 56th bag." ”

As he spoke, the robot handed over another bag.

A full 98 bags.

The submarine stayed here for more than 3 hours, during which the manipulator kept retracting back and forth, and the ghost hands on the cockpit controller were almost tired and fried.

Buzzing, venting irritability.

Wu Wei kept rubbing the hair of the ghost hand, and the angry ghost hand sealed the mouth, and he couldn't put it in.

For fear that the submarine would be angry, abandon the target person inside, and drive away directly, Wu Wei, a rugged man of more than 100 pounds, held his voice and prayed for the ghost hand to ease his emotions, don't be rash.