Han Lingling motioned for Ouyang Ping to tuck his trouser legs up to his knees and tuck his sleeves above his elbows. At this time, gestures can only be used instead of words, and Han Lingling is doing gestures and demonstrations at the same time.

Everyone squatted on the ground, holding their breath, and all communication was done with gestures.

The location of the mound was only four or five meters away from the window of Jiang Fengqi's house, and although Jiang Fengqi had fallen asleep, with his alertness, any small sound would wake him up.

Han Lingling and Li Wenhua each held a flashlight in their hands; Ouyang Ping was holding an emergency light in his hand.

Han Lingling was the first to drill into the air-raid shelter, she first swept around the air-raid shelter with a flashlight, determined the approximate location of Jiang Fengqi's hiding things, and then walked towards the air-raid shelter step by step.

There are a lot of miscellaneous items in the air-raid shelter, including dilapidated homes, old door panels and old window frames, broken baskets, broken mats, and firewood. From the entrance of the cave to the inside, after crossing a large area of stagnant water, there is only one path between the debris that can only accommodate one person.

The height of the bomb shelter is about one and a half meters, and the depth is about seven or eight meters.

Not only is the bomb shelter smelling of rot heavy, but the cold is also heavy, and there are many cobwebs on the roof, corners and debris of the bomb shelter, and no one has been in the bomb shelter for many years—and no one will visit this dirty, pickled, and strange place. Jiang Fengqi hid the stolen goods in such a place, it can be seen that he is a very scheming guy, if it weren't for Ouyang Ping and Liu Dayu's clever calculations, if it wasn't for Han Lingling seeing it with her own eyes, who would have thought of this place?

About six meters from the entrance of the cave, there were more than a dozen broken cardboard boxes, which contained some split wood, as well as some pine fruits and shavings, which were used to guide the stove. Probably because the environment inside the bomb shelter was too bad, these cardboard boxes were abandoned in the bomb shelter.

More than a dozen large and small cardboard boxes are placed on top of a pile of broken wood, and behind the broken cardboard boxes, there is a gap of about one square meter, and below the gap is knee-deep water.

The light of Jiang Fengqi's flashlight was frozen here, and Jiang Fengqi's figure was also broken down here.

Han Lingling used the light of the flashlight to search the surrounding gaps, and there were only a few bays of shallow stagnant water in the other gaps, and Han Lingling used a wooden stick to test the depth of the stagnant water, most of which were about ten centimeters.

"Captain, the thing should be down there in this bay." Han Lingling pointed at the one-square-meter stagnant water with a wooden stick.

The water was jet black, and there was some dirt floating on it.

Ouyang Ping aimed the light of the emergency light at about a square of stagnant water.

Li Wenhua didn't wait for Ouyang Ping to speak, he took the first step, and stepped into the stagnant water, and the light of Han Lingling's flashlight was also aimed at the puddle.

The stagnant water had exceeded Li Wenhua's knees by ten centimeters, and Li Wenhua didn't care about the water on his trouser legs, so he groped under the stagnant water with his feet.

The stagnant water is indeed very dirty, and the smell is really unpleasant, but Li Wenhua can't care so much, compared to those rotting and stinky corpses, this is nothing.

After a minute or so, Li Wenhua's right foot stopped.

"How?" Ouyang Ping said.

"Ouyang, my foot touched something—under a wooden plank." It's too late, it's too late, and Li Wenhua's hands have already reached under the stagnant water.