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Anyway, Joyner is not in a hurry, she has plenty of time to gather information.

The intelligence of these prisoners may help her understand the current situation and judge the direction of future actions. Another layer of extraordinary significance is to verify what Morgana said.

The mezzanine between the floors is more than ten meters high, separating the lower floor from the upper floor with the greatest height difference. Joyner estimated that this is a unique vertical structure in the subway, because the underground transportation in the pre-civilized era was always built very deep and carried many unknown functions.

Joyner used both hands and feet to keep climbing, but the holes became narrower as she reached the top, and she had to be more cautious.

It took a full half a minute before she crawled to the exit. Sure enough, as expected, there was another layer of cast iron cover on it, and the rectangular hollow seemed to be the grate of the sewer.

She stretched out her hand and pushed hard, the rusty grate made a cracking sound, and moved in response, the upper barrier was directly pushed open.

Joyner gritted her teeth, covered her head with her hands, jumped out suddenly, and landed firmly on the ground.

"Huh?"

The moment her hands touched the ground, she felt soft, slippery and very sticky, so she looked down vigilantly and found that her hands were full of mud.

The sludge exudes a musty smell. I don't know how many years it has been accumulated. It is disgusting.

But Joyner didn't care about the mud getting on her hands, she reached out and wiped her clothes twice, and began to look around her surroundings.

In front of him was a huge room exuding a strong musty and rotten smell, as if the underground sewage of the entire hidden sandcastle had gathered here.

The sewage flowed along the base of the wall and mixed with the thick dust all over the floor. Such a place almost turned into a swamp. It was obviously the interior of a building that no one had visited for a long time.

The sundries were piled up everywhere, and the original appearance could no longer be distinguished. She guessed that these sundries were just broken copper and iron. She noticed that the wall in the distance was only half of its original height, and several walls were full of cracks and covered with mottled moss. It seemed that this place used to be an equipment warehouse in disrepair.

Next to the wall facing Joyner is a huge ventilation hole, more than half of which is blocked. From the direction of the opening of the pipe, it can be inferred that this should be connected to the lower passage.

And this passage was exactly where she wanted to get into before.

There was no light around and it was pretty dark. Joyner walked forward cautiously, the darkness was not a big problem for superhuman vision, but she didn't take a few steps before she realized something was wrong, because she kept sinking!

Too bad, I don't know how deep the mud below is, and I can't walk at all.

She was quick to wit, and immediately grabbed the iron grate that was broken in two. This thing is like a slipper, it can increase the force bearing area, allowing her to walk back safely.

Joyner didn't dare to walk around anymore. She stepped back and lay her hands on the wall. Looking around, she saw a half iron ladder hanging from the ceiling not far away. It was not high, and there was a big hole in it. She looked up, and there was actually a tall second floor above it. From her perspective, it seemed that there was a faint fire flickering on the four walls.

The long-distance senses came into play, and the slight temperature change on the other side of the fire lifted Joyner's spirits. She realized that those human voices came from somewhere on the upper floor.

Joyner listened carefully, with a smile on her face.

The voice of speaking is very small, intermittent, hoarse, weak, and there are a few sighs from time to time. Although she couldn't hear what was said, she could tell that there should be more than one person.

Joyner thought for a moment, and thought that the speaker might be other prisoners held here, so she felt happy.

She crawled along the wall for more than ten meters, stepped on a protruding stone, then tiptoed close to the iron ladder, tested the strength of the ladder, and the rust fell down.

Joyner quickly shook her head, giving up the idea of ​​climbing the stairs. This kind of ladder has obviously not been used for a long time, and it has long been broken into **** if it is not neat. It is better to climb up along the wall for safety.

She extended her gaze along the wall, and soon smiled.

The distance above is too far for ordinary people to reach, but she is not a problem. With a sudden force, her body rose nearly three meters from the ground again, and her fingers reached the edge of the upper floor.

At this moment, four men sitting in the upper corner were talking in low voices around a small fire.

These people were disheveled, naked, covered with mud and terrible scars, with chains on their wrists, and two other people were lying beside them. On the fire was a small pot stirred by a tree branch, emitting a little heat, as if something was being cooked.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't tasted this kind of taste for a long time, it would be better if you sprinkle some salt..."

The man with dirty pigtails picked up the wooden spoon in the pot, put a spoonful into his mouth, grinned in satisfaction, and said something.

"cough-"

At this moment, an echo sounded in front of the empty ruins of several people.

Joyner coughed lightly, then poked her head out from behind a half-broken wall, and appeared in front of the fire-lit wall.

In the faint light of the fire, those people let out a "huh" and raised their heads one after another.

Joyner did this in order not to scare the other party, but it backfired. Even though the two sides were still a few meters away, they were still startled when they heard the movement.

"Hi everyone."

In order to show that she was not malicious, Joyner stopped and leaned against the wall, and slowly raised her hand to say hello.

"You, who are you?"

"What are you doing?"

"Where are you from?"

The expressions in everyone's eyes were shock at first, and then turned into fear, surprise, and curiosity. Several complex emotions were entangled together, and perhaps there was some desire from the bottom of their hearts.

In this closed underground prison, let alone a woman, even a female animal has not been seen for a long time. But when Joyner, a slender and beautiful beauty, suddenly appeared in front of several men, the instinct of long-term abstinence was immediately awakened.

"What are you cooking?"

Joyner's gaze didn't stay on anyone's face for more than a second~lightnovelpub.net~ and she didn't explain anything. As she asked, she walked slowly, her steps were soft, and she stopped only when she was about four or five meters away from several people.

There were only echoes and silence in the space, but the silence didn't last long.

"Here are the worm cakes... and the lumpy roots of the plant... stone beans."

Seeing that Joyner was beautiful and harmless, although they all felt that her appearance was a bit unusual, the most daring of them answered her question.

Joyner glanced at the contents of the pot, shrugged and said, "But, this smell seems very special."

"It's an onion, I put an onion."

The man with the dreadlocks scratched his face, the thick beard on his chin trembled, and then showed a smug expression.

"Oh, you can actually get these foods, it's amazing."

Joyner pretended to be surprised, took another step forward, and slowly bent down to look into the pot.