The mine was pitch-black. It was the middle of the night, making it hard to see anything five meters away, even with their specialized miners' hats.
There were quite a few discarded miners' hats near the mine entrance. Gu Mian picked up two at random, putting one on his own head and the other on Fatty's.
The flashlight Fatty had been clutching for so long didn't have to work overtime anymore.
The miners' hats were surprisingly high quality; their lights still worked perfectly despite years of disuse.
Fatty clutched the corners of Gu Mian's coat with both hands, as if terrified of getting lost.
The place resembled a train tunnel, complete with railway-like tracks running down the middle.
However, it was much filthier than any train tunnel, and the air was permeated with a strange odor.
Gu Mian covered his nose with his hand.
