Chapter 982: Cigarette Butts
"Huh? Where’s Ji You?"
"Right here."
"Where?"
"Underneath you."
With those words, down in the deep, cold underground, clad in protective clothing and night vision goggles, the three of them—Chu Jiaojiao, Shen Changqing, and Sheng Qingyan—jumped suddenly: "Where?"
"Below." A clear voice filled with helplessness emerged from beneath Chu Jiaojiao, Shen Changqing, and Sheng Qingyan’s feet. Because it was separated by a metal layer, the volume was a bit low.
Chu Jiaojiao asked curiously, "Ji You, how did you end up under our feet?"
Shen Changqing thought for a moment and said, "That shouldn’t be possible. I’ve thoroughly searched this underground area, and there shouldn’t be any holes here. Even if it were a Black Gold Rat’s burrow, it wouldn’t be possible."
Sheng Qingyan covered her mouth, yawning endlessly: "How did that poor dead end up falling down there?"
"Look, stop talking nonsense and figure out a way to get a rope to pull me up," Ji You’s voice echoed in the pitch-black cave, sounding more and more helpless.
"Ahem..." Shen Changqing, slightly embarrassed, thought for a moment and said, "Ji You, do you know the approximate height of this hole? I can lower a rope for you."
"Hmm..." Ji You guessed and said, "About...3 meters? 5 meters? Or...oh, it’s written here as 3.33 meters."