Chapter 352 Sewer Ecology
night.
Bifang and Matthew sat quietly in the turned-off SUV, looking at the black building standing in the distance.
"From now until tomorrow morning, we have about eight hours to act, which is enough for us to go back and forth to the shipyard." Bifang took out the car key and ate the last piece of biscuit. "Without nightlife, people will easily start to feel sleepy after dark. This is the best time to act. If it's too late, it may be delayed until the next day, which will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. Once the two sides meet, the resistance will increase exponentially."
Matthew's heart began pounding at the thought of breaking into the gang's headquarters at night and taking away the kidnapped survivors, as if he had been on a roller coaster and then suddenly dropped to the top. The mere thought of it triggered the secretion of adrenaline, making him numb from his scalp to his toes.
Bifang disassembled the pistol and reassembled it: "I'll ask you one last time, are you sure you want to come with me? You can actually stay outside to meet me and wait for me to bring the person out."
"Sure!" Matthew said firmly.
Of course he couldn't stay here. It was completely self-deception to ask for help. Fang Shen definitely couldn't take the risk alone, otherwise how would he get along with his colleagues after returning?
Others only know that Fang Shen attacked the gang and blew up its headquarters that day, saving dozens or even hundreds of innocent people... Oh, you asked me what I was doing? I don't know, of course I was standing three kilometers away cheering for him.
I can't even afford to lose this person.
The number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded three million. Except for individual events, no single anchor has ever reached such an exaggerated record of real number of people.
[Fuck it, Fang Shen’s real number of people seems even more exaggerated than those fake data]
[Add one, I remember that the most awesome outdoor anchor Di Shi on Shark's side said that his highest record was only 200,000, and Lao Fang directly increased it by more than ten times. ]
[Fang Shen Fang Shen, the eternal God! 】
【Smash them! 】
[It's decided to be you, Pikafang]
[Hongfen Yikurou gave the anchor a spaceship*1. —This is military supplies! 】
[The Flying Henan People account presents the anchor Dagutou*66—ammunition money! ]
Bifang put the pistol in his waist, put on a black windbreaker, a bulletproof vest inside, and tactical boots. Matthew was dressed the same way.
The two returned to the steel plant in the afternoon and took an extra set of equipment. Bifang also changed out of his previous windbreaker jacket, and the black windbreaker was found by him in a building.
Getting off the car, they headed off into the distance.
"We should avoid clothes made of chemical fibers, nylon and other materials. Although these materials are waterproof and warm, they tend to make noise when moving. It is best to choose clothes made of natural fibers, such as cotton, wool, or leather..."
“It’s so dark.”
Matthew looked around. There was no moon tonight, and not even many stars.
“It looks like it’s going to rain.”
Bifang also felt that the weather was a bit stuffy today. He was so busy making plans and surveying the terrain during the day that he forgot to observe the weather conditions.
But it doesn't matter. The rain will actually help them act better. The rain will wash away their traces and the sound of the rain will cover up their voices.
Instead of approaching the shipyard, the two men followed the road, turned into another building, and went down the stairs to the second underground floor.
Having walked this place during the day, it was easy for me to walk along the old road.
Bifang turned on the flashlight, and the beam of light illuminated the dusty tabletop. Although the color was a little dim due to long-term abandonment, it still glowed red.
Entering the sewer along the iron ladder, the flashlight illuminates the moss-covered walls, and a sense of déjà vu of a movie arises spontaneously, and the audience seems to have entered a scene of a certain scene.
[I've always wanted to say that Lao Fang's live broadcast is really amazing! How did he achieve such lossless quality? 】
[Don’t ask, if you ask, it’s built with huge investment]
[I guess I installed some plug-in, some kind of image restoration or something, just like installing a beauty filter. Technology is actually quite advanced now, but this kind of instant service is definitely extremely expensive.]
[Beautification? So what does Lao Fang really look like in real life? Is he really that handsome? ]
[I’ll take a picture of you guys when Fang Shen comes back and sleeps next to me the day after tomorrow (dog head)]
The structure of the sewer is very old. Its cross-section is semicircular, with a canal in the middle and narrow walking paths on both sides. This is to facilitate plumbers to run to the sewer for maintenance and dredging.
Dark green aquatic plants hang down along the top of the wall, merging with the black moss growing from the corners.
Matthew, who was following closely behind Bifang, didn't pay attention and was suddenly hit in the face by this thing. The cold touch was like a poisonous snake swimming across his face.
"vomit!"
Matthew tried to hold it back, but couldn't. He ran to the side and retched, but the moss under his feet made him slip and fall straight into the ditch.
Plop!
At the critical moment, Matthew felt a strong force pulling his collar from behind. He opened his eyes and his face was only half a meter away from the water surface. A fishy smell hit him in the face.
Bifang swept the flashlight towards the location where the sound of falling into the water came from, but unfortunately it was a step too late. Only a thin tail was seen, followed by ripples on the water and the black shadow disappeared into the canal.
"Be careful, the ground is covered with moss and is very slippery."
Bifang pulled Matthew up. He was somewhat doubtful whether this guy could really help him. This performance was really bad.
"What is that?" Matthew was still terrified. "A salamander?"
He just hoped that the owner of that thin tail was something "cute" like a salamander.
"Snakes, salamanders are highly adaptable, but they don't have scales, so their skin is easily invaded by bacteria. They have high requirements for water quality, so it's unlikely that they'll appear in an industrial sewer like this. I can smell the stench even from here, but domestic sewage is a possibility. Don't get too close to the canal, or you'll get bit. Be careful here, even with non-venomous snakes."
The appearance of the snake scared everyone, especially looking at the pitch-black environment around them. The audience was even more worried that a poisonous snake would suddenly jump out and bite their legs.
[I'm already hiding under the quilt]
[A sense of adventure]
[It feels like a horror movie ]
"After a long period of abandonment, a stable biosphere has formed here. Rats, snakes, and cockroaches may all survive here. As intruders, this place is not friendly to us." Bifang walked in front with a flashlight. "The sewer ecosystem in each city is different. It is related to rainfall, temperature, and the pH value of groundwater. You must be most careful to avoid getting hurt here. It is easier to get infected here than in the wild, especially with the invasion of parasites. Once a breach occurs, they may flow into your blood and lay eggs on your body."
Rats, cockroaches, snakes.
Just hearing about these creatures makes the fans' scalps tingle, and they wish they could give Fang Shen wings so that they can quickly leave this inhuman place.
It was so scary. Even if I didn't experience it myself, just watching the live broadcast, I could feel someone blowing on the back of my neck. But when I looked back, the living room was empty. There was nothing there.
Bifang glanced at the map in his hand. "If we walk another kilometer, we will cross the street and arrive directly below the shipyard. The shipyard is docked and the sewer exit is also over there, so there are turbines there. We can reach the warehouse after passing through the turbines and walking a short distance. Now that the whole city has a power outage, we don't have to worry about the turbines cutting us into pieces."
Bifang made a joke, but unfortunately it didn't work. Matthew felt the sewer was even colder. It was like they were walking in the intestines of a giant beast. It was cold, slippery and disgusting.
After turning a corner, Bifang also saw some leftover tin cans and some worn-out magazines.
Matthew stepped on a small pile of light yellow rubber, which looked like a deflated balloon or a rubber glove without a palm.
The live broadcast room was quickly blurred, and Matthew felt nauseous, as if all the phlegm he had vomited in the past two weeks was gathered in a steamer and boiled.
It was hard to understand why there were so many rubber gloves gathered here. Just when Matthew was about to vomit, Bifang suddenly stopped and shone the light upwards.
A giant water wheel appeared in front of everyone.
So close.
