From the clothes inside that were so tattered that their shapes could no longer be seen, plus the broken glasses, it was not difficult to tell that there was originally a person in the box.
Su Man suddenly recalled the rumor Ye Feng had told her: the former principal had been infected and turned into a pool of flesh...
An idea slowly formed in her mind.
She ignored her nausea and went into the water to carry out a few more boxes, the contents of which were almost the same.
Judging from the number, there are at least dozens of people.
Looking at the open boxes on the ground, Su Man lowered her head slightly, her hair covering her eyes.
...
Who on earth made them become what they are now, and how did he do it?
Could it be that, apart from the psychics in the base, there are real psychics in this world?
She couldn't help but think of Yang Zhong's respectful treatment of "Sir".
No matter what, Yang Zhong was once the president of a university, but when he faced the "Mr.", he was like a mouse seeing a cat.
That look seemed to be more than just respect.
It's more like a fear, a submission to absolute power.
Su Man had an idea in her mind. It seemed that the "Mr." was the real boss.
The starlight gradually dimmed, and an orange light band appeared in the distant sky. There were less than two hours left until dawn.
Su Man didn't have much time left, so she quickly covered the boxes one by one and put them back in the water.
Fortunately, she now has enough physical strength, so she is still energetic even after carrying a "brick" all night.
When she placed the last one, the texture of the cement slab appeared at the edge of the lake bottom as soon as she put the box down with her front foot.
Cement board?
Su Man's eyes lit up. Could it be that the entrance to the basement was here?
I tried digging with my hands, and sure enough, there was concrete underneath the mud.
Maybe she had just moved back and forth too many times, breaking up the mud and revealing the clues.
She held her breath and darted across the lakebed, soon finding an iron ring. She pulled hard, and sure enough, it moved.
It looks like a door leading underground.
Suman pulled with all her strength, the mud on the ground was rolled up, and the gap between the stone slabs became bigger and bigger.
When the gap was big enough for one person to pass through, Su Man nimbly squeezed in.
【Author’s words】
Thank you qmei. for the reminder~
Thank you Song Yaqiao and wyw Damu for the flowers~
Good night, Baoer Meng~
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