In the later diary, Imai recorded some of his speculations, such as those whose minds were affected and who claimed to be loyal to that creature have disappeared. And in this section, since the arrival of the Onmyoji, a separate

No one was allowed to enter the room, and he suspected that all those people were locked in it.

Also, a lot of coarse salt grains suddenly began to be transported to the base. Since then, it seems that it is rare to hear that anyone has become insane due to being affected by something. He suspects that these salts can be used to restrain the creature.

The contents and handwriting of the diary later became messy, as if there was something wrong with Imai's mental state.

Until the last record, Imai told that he hid the diary and key chain in the confidential room while the base was being evacuated, and decided to commit suicide by leaving them behind.

"Well, after talking for a long time, I didn't say anything. Is there any treasure, what kind of treasure is it, and where are they placed? I don't know what to ask about it!" said the fat man.

Hu Bayi weighed the keys and said, "At least let's check the other houses first to see if there are any supplies. Maybe we can find compressed dry food."

As soon as he heard the compressed dry food, the fat man's stomach suddenly made a series of "gurgling" sounds. He patted his belly: "If you didn't remind me, I would have forgotten that I was hungry. Then don't waste it and let's go!"

The three of them got up, looked at the rooms in the corridor, and rushed to the storage room first. Hu Bayi took the key and tried it around, and he opened the door smoothly.

As soon as the lights were turned on, the three of them were startled and instinctively raised their guns, but after seeing the scene in front of them clearly, they breathed a sigh of relief.

There were bags of burlap sacks and scattered wooden boxes stacked in the storage room, and there was a small desk in the corner.

A corpse wearing a Japanese military uniform sat in front of the table, bones turned white, and a pistol fell at his feet.

Xiao Ran walked over first and looked around the corpse. There was no three-eyed tower slug around the Onmyoji's skeleton just now. It looked like it was just an ordinary Japanese corpse.

The fat man also hurried over, looked at the big hole in the devil's skull, and wondered: "How can you judge model workers for committing suicide? Why do they all commit suicide? Is this also a repentant one?"

Hu Bayi said: "That's not necessarily true. The Japanese nation is so stubborn. Maybe this is someone who fell in love with their bird emperor. Anyway, it's a good thing if he dies."

Xiao Ran added: "What Mr. Hu said is that a dead Japanese is a good Japanese!"

The fat man repeated this sentence and sighed: "Boss Xiao, what you said is wonderful!"

Xiao Ran looked at the pistol on the ground and asked the fat man: "Fat Master, don't you plan to keep this pistol?"

The fat man waved his hand: "It's hard to bring back a knife, let alone a gun. And this is the Japanese's Southern Fourteenth Style, commonly known as the Bastard Box. Not only does it look ugly, it also has poor performance. The firing pin is brittle and easy to break, and it's also easy to jam.

.The key is that the firing force is still weak, and it may not even be able to penetrate a thick wooden board..."

He looked at the prisoner's bones and said, "This prisoner can commit suicide in one go with a broken gun. He has committed too many crimes. The Lord of Hell is eager to take him in."

Xiao Ran gave a thumbs up: "Fat Master is indeed an expert who grew up playing with guns!"

Several people first searched in the desk, but apart from some torn papers written in Japanese, they found nothing of value, let alone cans and compressed biscuits.

The only surprise was to find a Type 91 grenade in a broken box on the ground, and the fat man happily put it away.

"There's nothing, even a grain of grain? I can just chew it..." the fat man muttered.

His eyes turned to the sacks facing the wall, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed over and thrust the head of the engineer's shovel into them.

With a "Crack" sound, he tore a big hole in the sack, and a large amount of white particles instantly scattered on the floor.

He squatted on the ground and grabbed a handful, twirled it with his hands, then fluttered his hands in frustration and said, "I thought it was white rice, but it's full of big salt grains."

"That Imai said in his diary that a lot of salt was transported to the base to prevent something. Boss Xiao, what he was talking about couldn't be the three-eyed fish just now, right?" Hu Bayi asked.

Xiao Ran shook his head: "I can't say that. There are also a lot of coarse salt grains on the ground in the corridor outside. If it is really the small three-eyed tower slug just now, it shouldn't make such a base with modern military power so nervous.

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"Small size? You mean there's also a large size?" the fat man asked.

"If the conditions are right and there is enough water and food, it should grow." Xiao Ran said.

He thought of the strange scene he had seen before, and secretly prayed in his heart that there was not such a big guy, otherwise how could they possibly compete with the submachine guns in their hands.

No useful supplies were found in the storage room, so the three of them had to leave and go to other rooms.

Along the way, most of the rooms were unlocked and in a mess. It was obvious that the Japanese evacuated in a hurry and thoroughly, leaving nothing behind.

Occasionally, there are one or two locked rooms, and once you enter, there are usually one or two skeletons inside, either committing seppuku or swallowing bullets, as well as people who took poison and hanged themselves.

During this trip, in addition to those large bags of salt, the fat man found a total of two pocket watches, five gold and silver rings of ordinary quality, and half a moldy compressed biscuit.

"Aren't you hungry, Fatty? Eat!" Hu Bayi teased Fatty.

"The little devil has been chattering. I find it disgusting, and it's all hairy. Is this a zongzi in a biscuit? Fat man, although I am fat, I am not picky about food. How can I put everything in my mouth...

..." The fat man disdained.

Xiao Ran secretly laughed in his heart. In fact, it won't be long before you have to lick other people's dried tongues and hold dead bodies to chew on. That's really not picky about food, but that's all a matter later.

All the way to the iron gate, the three of them discovered that there was a corner inside the gate. They had looked far away and thought there was a wall behind the gate because of the darkness.

The fat man maintained his usual optimistic spirit and was sure that this place was sealed at all levels and there must be something good in the end. He urged Hu Bayi to open the door quickly.

Hu Bayi was a little hesitant, saying that he always felt that this door was not a good thing.

Xiao Ran secretly called Yin Yang Jing a few times, but unfortunately there was no response. As for Bai Jiuguo, he ignored him since the last communication just now.

He had no choice but to pull out a section of the Guanshan Sword and asked: "Old Sha, can you sense what's in this?"

"I can only smell the smell of meat and blood, but I can't smell anything precious or evil. But..."

"But what?" Xiao Ran asked.

"There is the smell of human flesh behind this, and there are more than one, but there is no smell of blood at all, but there is a smell of something else..." Guan Shandao said.

Xiao Ran asked: "You mean there are a lot of rice dumplings in it?"

"Ha! Even the rice dumplings you are talking about, even corpses and dead bones, still smell of flesh and blood, but the taste is light or heavy. The smell behind this is a bit strange. I have never encountered it before. You ask for more.

Bless you."

The fat man had already grabbed the key and opened the iron door in a hurry.
Chapter completed!