The canvas at the top of the rain shelter is tied to the wooden stakes.
And the stakes are embedded in the sand, surrounded by rocks to ensure the stakes don't tilt sideways.
Sixty bags of cement piled only two and a half layers thick, densely packed inside the rain shelter, skewing the stakes and snapping the ropes at the edges of the canvas, causing the canvas to collapse downward.
However, the rope connecting the rain shelter to the wooden pegs and stakes wasn't broken by the cement.
Picking up the frayed hemp rope outside the rain shelter, Chen Zhou stared at the cut end in surprise.
The cut was incredibly smooth, like a mirror, not resembling anything severed by animal teeth or a blade.
He looked up at the sky and walked a circle around the rain shelter.
Carefully inspecting every cut rope, Chen Zhou found their ends identical — smooth and even.
