Reborn in the Seventies, the Scientist's Skills Are Full

Lin Zhiyue, who was abandoned in an orphanage since childhood, is a top all-around scientist in the last days.

She has mental power and her own space.

One moment she was still strugglin...

Chapter 63 Cave

Curious about the mysterious symbols, Lin Zhiyue explored along the cave wall inch by inch.

In the dim light, the patterns on the cave wall seem to come alive, winding and twisting, as if telling a story from long ago.

As she went deeper, the air became more humid and the mysterious atmosphere became stronger.

Suddenly, the space in front became clear, and the scene in front of him made Lin Zhiyue stand there in a daze.

The depths of the cave were filled with all kinds of items.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be strategic materials left behind by the island country during the war.

The first thing that catches your eye is the neatly arranged rows of weapons.

The old rifle gleams with a cold luster, and the gun body is covered with rust from years, but it still makes people feel the murderous aura it once had.

There were also some grenades nearby. The patterns on the wooden handles were blurred due to moisture, but it could not conceal their deadly nature.

These weapons are like silent guards, quietly guarding this forgotten corner and witnessing a history full of gunpowder, blood and tears.

Next to the pile of weapons were several large open boxes of gold, silver and jewelry.

The bright light is particularly eye-catching in the dim cave. Necklaces, bracelets, rings and other jewelry are piled together in a mess. The colors of the gems are bright and vivid, red like fire, blue like the deep ocean, and green like a vibrant forest.

The gold bars are neatly stacked aside, emitting a heavy metallic luster, as if telling of past wealth and glory.

These gold, silver and jewelry were looted here in the torrent of war, and now they are seen again in this cave.

And further away, there was a large amount of food piled up.

The sacks were torn, revealing the moldy grains inside, which gave off a pungent rotten smell.

The once plump grains of wheat and rice have now been eroded by time and become dry and gray.

They witnessed the preciousness and scarcity of supplies during the war, and became silent witnesses of those difficult years.