Although the item is small, the raw materials can be reused.

Xia Chuhe wanted to take in all these little things and bring them to the farm, but to his surprise, he couldn't.

Xia Chuhe didn't insist. After carefully rummaging through the small items for a while and not finding anything special, he left decisively.

There was a stone mold stuck in the elevator, the elevator door was opening and closing, the direction arrow was pointing upwards, and it seemed that no worker was pressing the elevator button on the first floor.

Xia Chuhe was afraid that the elevator would change direction, so he simply went to the top floor, the sixth floor, first, and then walked down floor by floor.

Xia Chuhe pressed the button for the 6th floor, but the elevator did not respond. He then pressed the button for the 3rd floor, and the button immediately lit up.

Xia Chuhe pressed the buttons for floors 3 through 6 before finally putting away the stone mold that was blocking the elevator door.

The elevator slowly ascended and opened on the third floor.

After securing the elevator with the mold, Xia Chuhe continued exploring the third floor.

As soon as Xia Chuhe stepped out of the elevator, he subconsciously felt that the third floor seemed a bit narrower than the second floor.

She recalled the office building she had seen in the courtyard over the past few days. From the outside, the office building was square and each floor had the same area.

Xia Chuhe kept the strange things in mind.

After spending a considerable amount of time on the second floor, she first found a window on the third floor to observe the situation outside.

The fire in the dormitory building was surprisingly extinguished. The workers were now standing neatly at the factory gate, waiting for something.

Whatever they're going to do, we need to hurry.

...

Inside the factory, out of Xia Chuhe's sight, several foremen entered the workshop and bent down to put their ears close to the assembly line.

The little man tugged at the foreman's ear: "Burn! Burn her to death! At all costs, give her a taste of her own medicine!"

Several foremen whispered among themselves in the workshop, came up with a plan, and then left the workshop and the factory to head towards their respective workshop groups.

"Groups one and two, go to the cafeteria to collect oil and alcohol. Groups three to six, go to the boys' dormitories, each group responsible for one floor, collect flammable materials such as bedding and clothing. Groups seven to ten, go to the girls' dormitories, also collect flammable materials. No matter how much you collect, meet downstairs in the office building in half an hour!"

...

Xia Chuhe, engrossed in collecting armor on the third floor, naturally couldn't hear the instructions from the workers downstairs. She was currently overwhelmed by the armor, shields, and various knives piled up in the room.

Although these items are not very useful in the wasteland, they are valuable raw materials for iron smelting, and at the very least, they can be exchanged for points.

The items on the third floor are mostly protective gear and a small number of melee weapons, while at the end of the corridor are still small items that cannot be taken away.

Xia Chuhe compared the differences between the second and third floors.

She had just counted the number of rooms, and there were indeed two fewer rooms on the third floor than on the second floor.

Another difference is in the types of items stored.

Apart from these two points, the second and third floors are almost identical.

Xia Chuhe continued to take the elevator to the fourth floor.

The workers downstairs were busy at work, carrying buckets of oil and bottles of wine over and piling them up outside the office building, while bedding and clothes were carelessly thrown inside on the first floor.

The foreman dispersed the returning workers, with some continuing to collect flammable materials and others setting up flammable materials on the first floor of the office building, pouring alcohol and oil onto the bedding.

...

Upon reaching the fourth floor, Xia Chuhe clearly felt the difference between the second and third floors; the fourth floor was even smaller.

The fourth floor was cluttered with various items. Some rooms contained sports equipment such as soccer balls, basketballs, badminton rackets, jump ropes, and shuttlecocks, while others were filled with stacks of playing cards, mahjong sets, chess sets, Go sets, and other board games. Even more unusual items included microphones, dance shoes, and water guns.

Xia Chuhe thought about it, but didn't understand what it meant.

However, it doesn't prevent her from putting the things into the warehouse.

What's a little unusual is that in the room that's usually reserved for miniature items, there's something that looks a lot like a foosball table.

In civilized society, table football machines consist of many small figures strung on a stick. Two players control these figures by pushing, pulling, and rotating the stick, allowing them to move, kick, and defend.

But this foosball table only has sticks and a ball, no players.

Xia Chuhe couldn't help but imagine the scene of sticking the chocolate figurine to the pole; the size seemed just right...

The core of the dungeon has not been triggered on the fourth floor yet. Only the last two floors remain. If the core of the dungeon is still not found, we may have to spend the remaining four days hiding in the office building.

Xia Chuhe reached the fifth floor.

A fire broke out on the first floor and burned fiercely.

Workers stood outside the office building, continuously throwing flammable materials into the flames.

Their faces remained as numb as ever.

The fifth floor was even smaller, and there was nothing in the room that Xia Chuhe could collect; it all seemed to belong to the little people.

Stacks of cards, each the size of a fingernail, were piled up against the wall.

Xia Chuhe picked up a card and brought it closer to examine it. The words on the card were very small and hard to read. But the format of the text and the position of the portrait made her instantly recognize that it was a miniature version of an ID card.

Besides the cards, the fifth-floor room was filled with all sorts of tiny figurines. Categorized by profession, there were doctors, teachers, sanitation workers, waiters, sailors, etc. Categorized by clothing, they were colorful and irregular. There were also many tiny figures missing arms and legs, lying on stretchers, who looked like disabled people.

The paintings hanging on the wall were also a mess, such as girls of all shapes and sizes jumping rope together.

Xia Chuhe immediately spotted several very familiar paintings, because these paintings... seemed to be common on subways and buses, depicting people giving up their seats to the elderly, children, the sick, the disabled, and pregnant women.

Xia Chuhe's large hands touched each painting without any special reaction.

As Xia Chuhe stepped out of the room, the pungent smell of smoke filled his nostrils.

Xia Chuhe immediately ran to the window, and this time, she saw thick smoke billowing out from the first floor of the office building.

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