"It may be that the contents of the cryptex box hint at her true purpose of kidnapping and imprisoning us." Zhang Ke can only speculate at random now. After all, there are too few clues. "Perhaps she hopes that we will find out the truth in person before moving forward."
Come show up."
"But we don't know the password either?" Han Gang flipped through the photos irritably and said, "Could it be that the clues are hidden in these photos - ouch!"
Zhang Ke understood that although the other party had been holding on and pretending to be fine, the constant throbbing pain from the wound and the drop in body temperature caused by blood loss were tormenting Han Gang all the time.
Although I have almost no memory of him, my brief contact with him this afternoon left mostly negative impressions.
But judging from Yuan Mengmeng's words and the various details he captured, maybe Han Gang is not as annoying and annoying as he appears. Maybe to his past self, he was indeed a frowned upon person.
, but a friend who can’t let go easily.
At least, we can't let him die here for no reason - although he can jump through time and reincarnation, Han Gang can't. At this moment, his heart must be full of uneasiness and fear, but he doesn't want to show anything in front of him.
"You sit on the ground and look for clues first, and I'll look through it to see if there's anything else we can use." Zhang Ke turned around and looked at other corners of the room.
Near the right hand side, there is a large double bed, but there is no mattress, only bed boards. There is an abandoned refrigerator next to the bed, and there are piles of boxes on the bed, large and small, and I don’t know what is inside.
Messy stuff.
The only emergency light that contributed weak light to the room was also hung on the wall on the right. The faint yellow light shone on the scattered stacked boxes, causing it to be almost pitch black under the bed, like an abyss.
In addition, there was an Arabic numeral [3] written in yellow paint on the wall. The meaning was unknown. It was probably a room number. Zhang Ke quickly ignored it.
"With so many boxes, there will always be something useful, right?" Zhang Ke carefully moved the boxes to the ground one by one, then tore open the cardboard above with his hands and started flipping them carefully.
However, most of these boxes contained books and records, which did not make much sense at this time, not to mention that it was difficult to read the words on them in such dim light.
While still there, Zhang Ke dug out a stack of blankets and stuffed toys from one of the boxes. Judging from the color and appearance, they should be for girls. It was probably used by Sister Lan when she was young.
At the moment when there was no food, maintaining body temperature was very important for Han Gang who was losing blood. Zhang Ke did not hesitate to cover him with a blanket, but deliberately avoided the wound to avoid the wound caused by the unknown blanket.
Infect.
Although Han Gang didn't say anything, he still took the blanket without saying a word and wrapped his whole body. After a while, the trembling on his body calmed down a lot. Although the color on his face did not return much, at least it was not
Even paler.
"This box is so heavy... something is rattling!"
Zhang Ke hummed as he moved a very heavy box to the ground, and heard a crisp sound like the clinking of cups and bottles coming from inside.
"It seems to be a wine bottle inside?" Although Han Gang was sitting next to him, he was very familiar with this kind of thing, and he guessed almost exactly what he said just from the sound:
"Since you said it's heavy, I guess this whole box should be filled with hidden bars. Other things that make similar noises won't be hidden in the basement for a long time."
"It's really - it seems to be vodka, and it's quite old - he is indeed a playboy. You can guess it just by listening to the voice."
Zhang Ke's tone was quite excited. Han Gang could hear that he was obviously happy and couldn't help but wonder:
"What are you doing, are you planning to drink here? I know you are usually shabby and can't afford any good wine, but at this time you might as well forget it..."
"What are you talking about? This is wine - even if the concentration is not the highest, it still contains alcohol!" Zhang Ke unscrewed the cork of the bottle, and a sharp and hot aroma of wine suddenly came out of the bottle.
The mouth, the nose comes, and it goes around the beam.
"By the way, alcohol!" Han Gang finally realized this.
Nowadays, with the lack of medical treatment and medicine, it is quite difficult to even clean the wound, and we can only let it become inflamed and suppurate. But if there is a box of strong liquor next to you, the situation will be very different.
Vodka itself is the spirit with the highest alcohol concentration among all types of drinking alcohol. It is stronger than China's Shaodaozi liquor and is not far behind medical alcohol.
Therefore, in the absence of other disinfectants, using vodka to rinse and clean wounds is undoubtedly the best choice. Most bacterial infections cannot be sustained by soaking in alcohol. In this way, Han Gang at least does not need to worry about subsequent inflammation and
complication.
"In the box next to it, there are also some tableware, such as cups and dishes - very good, finally something decent."
Zhang Ke took a useless blanket, carefully cut off several pieces of clean-looking cloth in the center with a table knife, folded them together, and then poured a whole bottle of vodka on top.
After all these cloths were soaked with the strong aroma of wine, Zhang Ke took them and approached Han Gang step by step.
"You...be gentler." Han Gang raised his eyes, knowing what would happen next.
"The pain caused by alcohol stimulation of the wound has nothing to do with the severity of my attack." Zhang Ke sighed and said, "If you are a man, just be patient, Han Gang."
After saying that, he applied the thoroughly disinfected hands to the ravine-like wound on the opponent's leg.
"Ahhhhhhhh-"
The scream was simply more brutal than a pig being killed, and it echoed throughout the entire underground floor. I think if someone happened to pass by here, they would definitely think that some murder had occurred inside, right?
Unfortunately, the entire underground floor is owned by Sister Lan, and there are almost no outsiders coming in or out on weekdays.
"Ah, it hurts!! It hurts so much - it hurts, ah, ah, ah! Zhang Ke, are you feeling ah, ah, ah, ah... deliberately trying to retaliate against me? It hurts, it hurts -!!"
Han Gang screamed incoherently while his body twitched wildly. He only felt the pain in his right leg that was almost no longer his own. There was no way to relieve it except yelling. He tried to pinch Zhang Ke's neck several times, but
They were all blocked by the remaining reason.
"It doesn't matter how big your wound is. It covers almost half of the periphery of your calf. It's about ten centimeters long, and it's so deep that you can see the nerves." Zhang Ke said, "The more it hurts now, it means it was killed."
The more germs you have, the more you keep at it."
"Fuck, it hurts me to death - it hurts... When I get out, I must kill that crazy girl with my own hands - ahhhh!!"