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Chen Moxin listened and realized something was wrong from Huang Sanqi's words.

The submarine swam around the building. It didn't occupy a large area. The snakeskin bags handed over were all stuffed and dry. How could there be so much space to store them?

What's more, the man inside has to bring the books over, and the books must not be wet. Can a half-story building accommodate so many things?

is it possible?

A heavier and thicker snakeskin bag stuck out from the window, and the metal manipulator quickly responded.

Then came the second bag, then the third bag... until the ninth bag.

Ordinary submarines simply cannot hold so much supplies.

If it weren't for the submarine evil door given by Shen Ruoran, the outside would still look like its original size, but the inside could freely expand and contract space, otherwise it would definitely burst.

It seemed that the person inside also realized something, so he took the back of the paper and scrawled a few words.

[How many bags can be packed? 】

The screen was translated by Wu Wei's ghostly hand, with a straight metal ring, noble and arrogant, [Naturally, it can be installed as much as possible! 】

There is a tower-like building inside, and when you look down, you can see that the water is only three floors deep, and all the high-power instruments are in operation.

The temperature of the building is extremely high, and flood water is constantly coming in and evaporating away, maintaining a fixed water level.

From the fourth to fifth floors, a recycling device for bottles and cans, mostly a collection of common daily necessities, is installed to process feces and urine wastewater.

From the sixth to seventh floors, there are scattered machines for power generation, lighting, refrigeration...

The eighth floor is the planting area, where you can grow fruits and vegetables that look like crooked melons and split dates.

The ninth floor is a warehouse for storing supplies.

On the tenth floor, a large area was filled with tools and a few tables and chairs placed randomly. Fragments of wood chips and metal dust were pushed aside.

In the southeast corner, there was a yellowed pillow on the single folding bed and a quilt that looked a little dirty.

The eleventh floor is also a planting area. Compared to the eighth floor, this area is overgrown with weeds and seems deserted. The twelfth floor, the topmost floor, is now a completely empty space.

Looking carefully at the floor, there are several scratches from friction. It is obvious that many bags full of things have been stored here.

It looked like he was well prepared.

Heavy footsteps wandered on the ninth floor. Yuan Mingyu was wearing brown rain boots and holding a snakeskin bag to collect the supplies inside.

Next to him was a small robot made of rusty metal. There were gloves on the manipulator and sleeves around the arms. It looked like a human right and left hand.

The robot followed obediently, waiting for Yuan Mingyu to fill a bag, and then it carried it and handed it over.

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The 53rd bag, the 54th bag, the 55th bag...

Huang Sanqi's hands were cramped, and he looked up at Chen Moxin numbly:

"Captain Chen, he is also a refugee living outside. Why is he so showy? I seriously doubt that the people inside have spatial superpowers. Otherwise, how can we explain that there are more than fifty bags of supplies on one small floor!"

Chen Moxin was not calm at this moment. He pointed his finger over and said in a slightly trembling voice, "It's the 56th bag."

With that said, the robot handed over another bag.

A total of 98 bags.

The submarine stayed here for more than three hours. During this period, the manipulator kept extending and contracting back and forth. The hands on the cockpit controller were almost exhausted.

It buzzed, venting its irritability.

Wu Wei kept stroking the hair of Guishou, and the furious Guishou sealed the opening and he couldn't put it on anymore.

Fearing that the submarine would abandon the target person inside in anger and drive away directly, Wu Wei, a rough man weighing more than 100 pounds, held his voice and prayed to the ghost hands to ease his mood and not to act out of anger.