Su Qingci stuffed her phone into her pocket and immediately went downstairs to find fuel.
The air on the bottom layer was several degrees colder.
There was a long corridor in the middle, with rooms on both sides. Su Qingci searched through the rooms one by one.
The storage room was filled with all sorts of odds and ends: books, planks, first-aid kits, and even two small boats, first-aid suits, and wooden buckets, piling up haphazardly across half the room.
Su Qingci glanced at it briefly, her gaze lingering on a blood-red five-pointed star flag. Is this how the Russians got in?
Pushing open the second room, it was filled with food, as well as a lot of canned goods that could be stored for a long time, drinking water, and cigarettes and alcohol. There were also many large blocks of ice in the four corners of the room.
"So it was a food storage warehouse. No wonder that door was so heavy and hard to push open."
Su Qingci muttered a couple of words, then left and looked at the next room.
The third room was locked and couldn't be opened. Su Qingci glanced at it, then with a flick of her hand, a huge bunch of keys appeared in her palm.
This just fell off Mr. Mike's body.
Su Qingci held up the keys one by one and tried to compare them. One of the round keys matched the keyhole. She inserted it and the door opened with a click.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Su Qingci's heart tightened.
As far as the eye could see, there were boxes everywhere, big and small, stacked on top of each other, with straw and something like chaff sticking out from the edges of many of them.
On the north side of the room, two large safes stand out prominently atop a row of low cabinets.
Su Qingci walked slowly toward the box, touched the chaff sticking out of the gap, reached out and clicked open the clasp on the box, then lifted the lid off.
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