——The warehouse was empty.
This wasn't hard to understand. The North Suburban Farm wasn't far from the base, and if the goods in the farm's warehouse hadn't been moved out after more than four months into the apocalyptic world, that would have been the real surprise.
Han Yi led Han Jiaojiao into the warehouse, walking all the way to the end, where he stood in front of the wall and knocked lightly.
"Thud, thud." What seemed like a concrete wall actually emitted a sound only a metal layer could produce.
A look of astonishment appeared on everyone's faces.
"... a partition?" Han Jiaojiao's eyes widened.
Xiao Jian stepped forward to examine it and said, "This wall is very new; it must have been installed recently."
As Xiao Jian spoke, he carefully felt the wall with both hands, eventually stopping at a spot and saying to Han Yi, "Brother Han, there's a hidden door here."
