Gong Qinyi's boots made a hollow echo on the rusty metal floor.
This "iron coffin" had been lying in the wasteland for twenty years and should have been hollowed out by scavengers long ago. But the old lame man swore that compressed nutritional ointment sealed before the war was still hidden under the plywood of the three-story cargo hold.
He had to find it before dark.
The air smelled of rust and rotting oil. When Gong Qinyi touched the third floor, the light of the flashlight was half dimmed.
Just around the corner from the cargo hold——
A sweet fragrance penetrated into the nose.
