I'm building Gundams in America

A musty smell wafted over.

Wayne walked down a simple wooden staircase and found himself in a place that resembled an alleyway.

On both sides of the alleyway were some broken doors and windows.

There were also some trash such as aluminum cans scattered on the gravel road.

Surprisingly, there were even dim lights on inside.

William ran through the alleyway to investigate, then returned excitedly to Wayne and said:

"Sir, I've checked, there's no one here. Those people must have left a long time ago! We can stay here without worry!"

Old Will and the others, who were holding revolvers, all breathed a sigh of relief.

They were originally prepared for a fierce battle against an unknown enemy, but now that they don't need to fight and can rest, that's great.

They also discovered that there were some mattresses, quilts, blankets and the like that had been discarded in the alley, which were obviously left behind when someone lived there before.

They can use it directly.

Seeing Wayne looking at the surrounding lights, William explained:

"Someone must have secretly tapped into the electrical wiring of the warehouse next door and installed a few light bulbs here. I noticed it a while ago; these warehouses are all abandoned, and the owners never come here. I don't know if they're still alive..."

It is a common phenomenon in the United States that privately owned warehouses are abandoned, and many of the people who rented them never show up again.

This has led to the emergence of the warehouse auction industry in the United States, where warehouse owners periodically clear out warehouses that have not paid rent for a long time and auction off the items inside to offset the rent.

Wayne nodded, looked at the crowd who were staring at him with docile expressions like sheep, and said:

"It's been a long night, everyone get some rest."

With his words, everyone sprang into action, searching for a place to sleep.

Wayne couldn't help but sigh, thinking that this seemed to be the national character of America, where everyone was like a lamb, eager to find someone who could shepherd them.

Although Mike and David hadn't had time to pack up the tent in their haste, they managed to salvage a few sheets and blankets, and even grabbed a sleeping bag for Wayne. They found a clean spot on the ground and started setting up.

After a night of commotion, they were all exhausted and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

For a moment, the underground alleyway was filled with the sounds of snoring.

Wayne found it hard to sleep. With his increased mental strength, one side effect was that he was particularly energetic, and he began exploring the underground alleyway.

Both sides of this alley are lined with old shops, most of which are piled with various construction debris or have collapsed.

Many shops still have their original signs displayed at their entrances.

Baker's Bakery

Fast and Good Hair Salon

Victoria Lady Clothing Store

Clearly, this was once a bustling shopping street in Seattle at the end of the 19th century.

The walls and dilapidated doors and windows on both sides of the alley are covered with messy graffiti, which has a postmodern style and comes from the previous owners of this underground alley.

In some messy corners, there were also many used adult products lying around.

The alleyway is not particularly long, at most only half a street in length.

The original Seattle Underground City was like this, with most areas filled with construction waste, creating isolated underground spaces.

Wayne walked on and soon reached the end of the alley, where he was completely blocked by old construction debris.

We were now far from the light bulbs at the entrance, and the surroundings were completely dark.

Wayne turned on his phone's flashlight, illuminating his surroundings, and crawled into a shop that was mostly collapsed.

A plaque is affixed to the entrance of the store:

Dr. DuPont Pharmacy

This used to be a pharmacy.

The shelves inside were half charred, but some glass bottles were still visible.

Wayne picked up a brown glass bottle at random, and saw that the label on it was still yellowed:

Tincture of opium. The tincture of opium sold in this shop can treat various ailments in children, such as mania, colds, night crying, and injuries from falls. It is sold in the UK.

[You have discovered a basic material for magical artifacts: century-old opium tincture. After hundreds of years of changes, it seems to have acquired some kind of magical power.]

Wayne couldn't help but whistle.

Laudanum is a medicinal tincture with opium as its main ingredient. In the 19th century, it was widely used as an analgesic, sedative, and even a soothing agent for infants and young children.

Westerners have a history of abusing fortifiers for hundreds of years.

In the past, British and American workers used tincture of opium daily to resist heavy labor and factory noise, which is exactly the same as the abuse of painkillers today, except that opium has turned into drugs and then into fentanyl.

It belongs to the Western tradition.

Wayne casually opened a broken cabinet and pulled out a book.

This is a photo album, and the cover says:

Happy Factory Childhood

I flipped through them at random and found some yellowed photos, all of which were of children working in factories such as textile mills!

The children here, the oldest being only seven or eight years old and the youngest perhaps only two or three, are working amidst dangerous factory machines.

Their carefree childhood was wasted on those machines that spewed thick smoke!

What made Wayne frown even more were some of the chimney sweeps, their bodies covered in coal dust, some clearly only two or three years old, with ropes tied around their waists.

This dust will inevitably cause them to develop pneumoconiosis, but perhaps they won't even live long enough to develop the disease.

The album's creators seemed to find the children covered in soot funny, and thoughtfully added a "coal monkey" label.

In Wayne's view, this was not a photo album at all, but a record of Victoria's rigorous selection process for Bai Yuren.

Having to work at the age of two is a bit harsh, even Satan would find it.

[You seem to have uncovered the dark history of the Demon Realm dungeons. This history has never been buried, but people have simply turned a blind eye. Your Spirit Power +0.1 (1.1/1.7); Experience Points +1]

Wayne couldn't help but smile with a hint of surprise.

I never expected that documents like these could increase mental strength.

Even 0.1 is already quite remarkable, since the only way to increase mental strength before was by adding points.

Moreover, this adds to basic mental strength!

If that's the case, we could try looking for historical materials in some libraries to see if they're useful...

"Woof woof!" Wick, the little dog following Wayne, suddenly barked wildly at the broken cupboard.

Wayne frowned, gave it a hard tug, and with a loud crash, the damaged cabinet door fell off.

Reveal something hidden in the shadows.

It appears to be a glass bottle, with a shriveled object inside, resembling a rag doll.

Wayne casually took out a glass bottle about the size of a bowl, and inside was a dried-out black infant corpse.

You have discovered the body of an infant from the East, soaked in tincture of opium. It was made and brought from an Eastern country a century ago by missionaries of the Dark Court.

Meanwhile, a yellowed label was also affixed to the outer wall of the large glass bottle:

The infant, brought back from an Eastern country by Brother Marin of St. Mary's Abbey, has a head that is noticeably smaller than that of American infants, clearly demonstrating the inferiority and uncivilized nature of the people from the East. This supplement can be taken with whiskey.

Upon seeing this line of text, Wayne couldn't help but let out a vulgar curse:

fuck your mother!