50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 62 Old Friend
He also followed suit and tried his hand at living his daily life according to the instructions in the short video.

Sure enough, traditional culture is still useful.

Look, he had only used a few tricks in less than half an hour, and the thing actually confessed. He couldn't help but curl his lips, thinking that the so-called Manchurian elite was just a silver-plated spearhead.

He weighed the key he had found from Xiao Rizi, thought for a moment, and then put the remains of Xiao Rizi in the cave into the space, thinking about how to deal with it. It would be great if he could make Xiao Rizi disappear out of thin air.

As soon as he finished thinking, the remnants of his daily life in the space turned into ashes, and then merged into the walls of the space and disappeared.

Fuck, this space eats people? What the hell is this thing? Is it alive?

His heart was pounding. He had originally thought that in case of emergency, he could hide in the space, but now he found that the space could eat people. How could he dare to do that?
However, the specific situation was still uncertain and it was hard to judge. He planned to try again later to find other living creatures.

He felt that the space seemed to have become a little bigger. After carefully comparing the boxes originally in the space and the distance on both sides of the space, he determined that the length, width and height of the space had increased by about 1 decimeter each.

He first adjusted his mood and stopped thinking about the weirdness of the space for the time being. He then slapped his pale little face a few times to make it look a little more red.

After returning to the ground and filling the first hole, he headed towards his hiding place.

The small courtyard where we hide out is not far away, just outside Fuchengmen City, only five miles away from here.

It took him half an hour to walk to Fuchengmen before he discovered that the place was filled with smoke and dust, and thousands of people were dismantling the city wall.

Many nearby residents also came over to help and took some bricks home.

These bricks are good stuff, thick and solid. They are good materials for building a pigpen or a courtyard wall.

The staff nearby did not stop it. There were really too many wall tiles, more than a million pieces, and they could not clean them all. If they took some of them away, they could save some transportation costs.

After leaving Fuchengmen, which has become a construction site, we walked a short distance to a courtyard with earthen walls. There were many abandoned buildings on both sides, and the small courtyard looked quite dilapidated.

This place is downwind of Fuchengmen, and the dust from the demolition over there is like a sandstorm, blowing gusts of mud and dust into this yard.

It is visible to the naked eye that the entire small courtyard is almost buried in dust. It seems that life is not completely going well. It is not that life is unbearable, but that the living environment is not good and they want to move to another place.

He took the key and opened the gate of the yard. There was nothing in the yard, just three main rooms and a small toilet.

Sun Zhiwei went in and took a look around, but didn't find anything special. The various furnishings were also ordinary objects, which was consistent with his identity as a local gangster.

After scanning the space, he found the entrance to the basement, which was behind the wardrobe in the bedroom. There was a staircase leading into the basement through a wall.

After Sun Zhiwei came down from the long secret passage, he discovered that there was a different world here.

Seven or eight meters underground, there's a 3- square meter space, over three meters high, with several pillars supporting the structure. There's even electricity here, though I don't know where the wires come from.

A display case in the middle divides the underground space into two halves.

On one side there is a wine cabinet, sofa, record player, wall clock, desk with table fan, table lamp and radio transmitter. This is a leisure office space.
On the other side was a tatami bed, a carved dresser, an overhead fan, and a few chests and cabinets—this was where I would rest and sleep. The overall furniture looked neither modern nor modern, neither fish nor fowl, probably gathered from various sources during my youth.

The materials used for the furniture are very precious, either mahogany or sandalwood, but there are also South China Sea huanghuali, chicken wing wood, and rosewood.

The most important thing is the telegraph on the desk. He has seen this telegraph before. It was put in a box when he was little. He didn't take it away at that time. Now, it has gone around and returned to his hands.

He opened several drawers but found no books or anything like that. He covered the desk with space and discovered a compartment in the drawer, which contained a code book.

He took out the code book and flipped through it, but didn't understand it, so he threw it back on the table.

Checking the antique display cabinet again, there were dozens of half-sized items on it, including porcelain, jade, lacquerware, various bottles and jars, screens and toys, all arranged in a mess.

Although he has the space to display the attributes and origins of items, he doesn't know which items will be valuable in the future.

Therefore, he could only sort out the items before the Republic of China by year and put them aside. He also gathered together the good-looking items and those whose names he had heard of in his previous life.

Then he checked all the cabinets and boxes and found a lot of Japanese underwear, such as two-toed socks and loincloths, which he threw aside in disgust.

The quilts and mattresses on the bed are half-new and can be used again after washing and disinfecting. There are also several brand new quilts in the cabinet.

He also found a mechanical safe behind the bedside table. He was too lazy to cut the cabinet open, so he used the space to put everything in the cabinet away and placed it on the tatami.

Inside was a stack of Japanese yen, 170,000 yen worth of banknotes, two small yellow croakers, a Browning, a box of bullets, and a lot of documents, all in Japanese, which he couldn't understand.

Sun Zhiwei looked at the little bit of money and felt a little sorry for this guy's life. He guessed that it was because he took away the funds for this thing last time, which made this guy live in such a tight financial situation.

Thinking of the eight people this guy had given up, he used the paper and pen here and wrote down the information of the nine people, including Xiao Rizi, with his left hand.

Then he took out an envelope he had bought at the post office last time and put it in the space. Finally, he wrote three big words "Ju" and "Bao Xin" on the envelope.

He could report it later. He first needed to think about what things in the room needed to be taken away and where to put them.

The bedding cannot get damp, otherwise there will be trouble. After much thought, the only option is to put it in the basement of the hospital, where the cement is thick enough and there is a building above, which is waterproof enough.

I won’t take the things and furniture here with me, as they take up too much space. There will be plenty of opportunities to find better ones in the future.

All the small ornaments that you have selected should be taken away, a set of coins, yellow croakers, and guns should be taken away, any good safes should be taken away, and even the dozens of bottles of wine in the wine cabinet should be taken away.

Finally, it was the bedding that took up the most space. Looking at the remaining space, he carefully selected the newest quilts and stuffed them into 5 beds.

Looking at the things in the room with a bit of regret, he didn't linger any longer and turned around and walked down the stairs back to the ground.

He ignored the house on the ground and went straight out of the yard, locked the door again, threw the key far away, and hurried back.

(End of this chapter)