"We held the fort here, and when you guys went out just now, I did a check—this seems to be a wooden warehouse. It has been in a dark and damp environment for years. No matter how strong the wood is, it would have decayed, which is why it collapsed when we stepped on it."
"On the north side, by the dark river, there's also an iron-sheeted wooden door. I think it's also part of this place. I fear that if someone had come in earlier years, it wouldn't have been easy to discover this place. But Director Zhou, is this from before the war, or..."
Mr. Zhao waved his hand dismissively and gallantly tossed a backpack to Guan Jian.
"Let's not waste our brain cells on that. This bag is full of food and drinks. You distribute some to everyone. Even if the armed police arrive, I think it will be evening. We've made markings here and set up lights. You can wait at the north side entrance."
Guan Jian nodded.
