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Chapter 881 The Mysterious Diary
Chapter 881 Mysterious Diary
"No need, no need!"

"Compressed biscuits from [-]? Sorry!"

"Don't be silly, the domestic [-]-style compressed dry food has a shelf life of only four years, and the shelf life of the one produced in [-] has already expired. If you eat it, you may go to heaven!"

"Do you have canned braised beef? I saw it last time, and it's delicious."

The food with this mummy had already expired, and Wang Yu didn't have any thoughts, so he took it out of his bag and threw it aside. Although it was useless, the date on it explained many things. The man who entered the well died at least seven or nine years later.

Putting aside the decades-old cans and compressed biscuits, Wang Yu took out a magnifying glass from his backpack with a smile on his face.

"Great, with this magnifying glass, the speed of starting a fire will be much faster, which can greatly improve efficiency!"

Wang Yu said with satisfaction that although it is not uncomfortable to start a fire in the hot desert, it is undoubtedly faster and easier to use a magnifying glass to focus on the fire during the day.

I took out all the useful things in the backpack, and the well-preserved medical gauze can still be used, but simple medical drugs such as disinfectant have expired and cannot be used anymore.

Most of the medical medicines are well preserved. Perhaps the man who fell into the well felt that there was no hope of survival, so he did not use these food for medical treatment. There are no packaging wrecks around him to prove this.

"Perhaps, he hid his backpack in his clothes to keep these items well. Waiting for one day, a troubled adventurer will undoubtedly go down to the bottom of the well. These items can help him and increase his chances of survival. ..."

Wang Yu speculated that it seemed that he was the lucky one, and he had inherited his belongings.

After finishing speaking, Wang Yu put these things into his backpack, thinking in his heart that instead of leaving these materials here and no one cares about them, it is better to keep them as survival materials for himself.

Wang Yu has his own moral code, but he is not a pedantic person, and he will use it when it is time to use it.

When putting things into the backpack, Wang Yu unexpectedly discovered that there was a sandwich layer inside the nylon backpack, which was considered hidden, but Wang Yu was focusing on these items at the time, and he didn't find it. Waiting for the backpack to become more The more empty, only to find that there is a mezzanine in the backpack.

Wang Yu reached into the interlayer and fumbled, and soon came across a book-shaped object, which seemed to be covered with something, which felt fluffy.

I took out the things in the interlayer and looked at it by the light of the fire. It was indeed a book, and it was wrapped in sheepskin. Interestingly, the sheepskin was still covered with a layer of dirty wool, and there were some dark red marks on it. .

Out of curiosity, Wang Yu opened the book and found that it was filled with neat English. After browsing through it, he realized that this book was not a book, but an adventure travelogue of the deceased, which recorded the adventures of him and his companions. The everyday things of going on an adventure in the Sahara together.

There are a total of four people in the group, three men and one woman. Among the three men, except for one who is a local tour guide and a Berber, the remaining three are all from country Y, and the owner of this diary is called Jack. A man is called Oliver, and the two have been best friends since childhood. The other woman is called Andrea, who is Jack's fiancée.

At the beginning, the diary recorded nothing more than the things that the group encountered in the desert, and even the encounter with a lizard when going to the toilet in the wild was clearly written.

However, there is almost no description of the desert scenery, or they have no intention of traveling in the desert. As the date continues to increase, the content of the diary began to change significantly.

June 1980, [-]

This is the eighth day we have entered the desert. We still have no clue, and the food reserves are constantly decreasing. Andrea advised me to suspend the search plan and go back to the hotel to rest. I disagreed and had a big argument with her. One, because I believe that I will be able to find it in a short time, and I will definitely be able to.

它?
Seeing this, Wang Yu was a little puzzled, what it was, and why Jack couldn't forget it all the time. Wang Yu suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to read the diary.

The following content is mainly about finding the whereabouts of "it", but the content of the diary does not clearly say what it is, but through the neat and beautiful English, Wang Yu can feel Jack's hope for "it". .

Resisting his temper, Wang Yu sat cross-legged next to the mummy and continued to read the diary, the doubt on his face became more and more dignified.

June [-], [-]

"This group of idiots finally believed what I said and became more positive. This is a good sign. It won't be long before we can get out of here! Get out of this damn Sahara, I will never step here again in my life Second Second-rate!"

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June [-], [-]

"I'm about to get it! I can feel its presence, and every pore in my body will open up when I think about having it, and I can't help but tremble and my blood rushes!"

After reading it, Wang Yu continued to turn a page, and found that the next few pages were blank. After the diary reached No. 17 in June, no records were made.

During the whole process, Wang Yu read out the key content while browsing, and everyone knew what happened, but when the diary reached here, when everyone, including Wang Yu, was about to know the "it", the diary suddenly stopped Clue, did not continue to write down.

"Perhaps, the author Jack fell into the dry well at this time, so he didn't continue to write the diary."

Wang Yu said lightly, and glanced at Jack's body beside him while speaking.

After finishing speaking, Wang Yu was not going to take the diary away, but planned to put it back into the backpack. The moment he closed the diary, a triangular piece of paper fell out of the diary and floated leisurely in mid-air , until it falls to the ground.

Wang Yu let out a light snort, and picked up the shredded paper. It was blank and nothing was written on it. It seemed that a corner of a page had been torn off. I hadn't seen it before. It should be a certain page behind.

Quickly flipping through the content at the back of the diary, except for the dividing line, it was all blank. Suddenly, a flipped page seemed to be filled with pen writing. On the page, the missing triangle in the lower right corner is exactly the scrap of paper in my hand.

(End of this chapter)