"Come in." I was the first to squeeze through the door crack, then gestured for Liang Ruidong to follow.
Liang Ruidong also saw someone inside, wearing the same fake tourist outdoor gear as us. An expression of disbelief flashed across his face, and he then slipped through the door.
I closed the door again and moved the stone coffin back into place. It had been nearly ten days since Chen Qinghan and the others lost contact. The food and water they brought would only last a week.
If we rationed properly, lasting until our arrival wasn't a problem, but there was a condition — all the food must be preserved without any loss.
While I pushed the stone coffin, Liang Ruidong went to the wall by the people and checked their pulses and pupils.
"No injuries, just dehydration." He took off his backpack and mixed vitamins into the water to feed them.
