The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 429 - 324: Dirty Backpack

However, strangely, Wuyong didn’t call for help. She just talked to herself, seemingly not afraid of her situation.

The Two-headed Wolf led the way ahead of us. At this moment, we were outside their territory, and it walked with extreme caution. Each of its heads was alert to the movements on both sides, ears perked, eyes fixed, as if a dangerous creature might jump out from the street corner at any moment.

We followed its steps, avoiding some uneven areas. It must be familiar with the terrain here and hadn’t stepped into any ’minefields.’

Finally, it led us to a stop in front of a building. The doors and windows of this building were also sealed, blocked tightly with rubble and mud.

The Two-headed Wolf looked up at the top of the building, then turned back to look at us, then looked at the top again, raising its head.

"Is it asking us to go up?" I asked Qinghan.

I ’couldn’t hear’ the thoughts of the Two-headed Wolf; its intelligence was probably much higher than that of ordinary animals.

"Let’s go up and have a look." Qinghan circled around the building. The height of this stone building was about equivalent to the seventh floor of a modern residential building, but judging by the position of the windows, it only had three floors.

The Two-headed Wolf led us there, then stood downstairs, with no intention to climb up with us.

Qinghan and I climbed to the rooftop and jumped onto the terrace. In the corner of the terrace, we found two dust-covered backpacks.

After being windblown and rained on, the backpacks were filthy. I used the Hook Stick to pull them out of the corner.

These professional outdoor survival backpacks were particularly sturdy. Filthy they might be, but they weren’t broken. I hadn’t rifled through a backpack in a long time, so I felt a bit excited.

I put the two dirty backpacks on the ground. There wasn’t much weight to them, nearly empty. Upon opening, they indeed only contained an empty water bottle, two sealed bags, and something wrapped in plastic.

Unwrapping the tightly wrapped plastic bag, inside was surprisingly a small book. The material of this book was very special. Of course, it’s not that the material is particularly unique, but that it used plastic sheets instead of paper pages. It was my first time seeing one like it.

Every page of the book was plastic, not paper, and the binding line was also a plastic string.

After being discarded in the wild for so long, the book hadn’t fallen apart or rotted, the plastic pages etched with characters.

Yes, etched, not written with a pen, or more precisely, the characters were pricked with something sharp.

The form somewhat resembled human Braille, but the text was still familiar, Chinese characters!

The book found by the Two-headed Wolf guided by Wuyong was surprisingly written in Chinese characters.

Qinghan picked up the book, started flipping from the first page, and as he flipped, he read aloud. We were very close, so he read in a volume only we could hear.

From the content, this was a diary, but it wasn’t kept from when they entered the desert, but from when they entered the Ancient City and were trapped there.

I guessed in the desert, no one had the leisure to etch words bit by bit. Only after getting trapped in this city did they have the time to ’leave a book through tattoos.’

The time recorded by the diary’s owner happens to be over a thousand years ago. If Wuyong didn’t lie about the appearance time of the cowboy hat, then the diary’s owner and the cowboy hat should have entered the Ancient City at the same time.

They might even have been teammates in the same expedition team. It’s not surprising to have Huaxia people appearing in foreign expeditions nowadays.

The diary’s content was not related to the owner’s mood but recorded the daily weather, occurrences, and exploration progress like a log.

The diary’s owner initially also camped at the city’s edge, exploring a distance towards the city center daily.

In these distances, the encountered fauna, traps, and dangerous areas were detailedly recorded.

They mentioned some codes, with numbers instead of names, but they mentioned ’injury’ and ’death,’ so those codes should be his teammates.

The diary’s owner was more like an observer, a bystander, with no emotional expression when mentioning teammates, just recorded that such and such day, such and such code died from venomous insect bites.

No extra words, the dangers they faced were similar to ours: the Two-headed Wolf, Stone Man, sulfuric acid, and insect pits.

Plus, anesthetic seaweed and giant mantis, when encountering the latter two dangers, only he and another remaining teammate had shifted to this building to camp.

In terms of location, this building wasn’t far from the city center, just in a different direction from where the cowboy hat was.

From the rooftop looking at the city center’s glowing object, it was probably just four streets away.

On the diary’s last page, it was written that their food and water had run out, and they decided to advance towards that city’s ’light object,’ succeed or die trying.

This was the diary’s owner’s only time expressing their thought instead of an objective record.

We got this diary a bit late. If we had gotten it earlier, perhaps we could have traversed more smoothly, because it records the locations of various dangerous areas in great detail.

But those were the routes we’d already taken. The path forward, toward the city center’s light object, wasn’t written.

The diary’s last page included a letter. Qinghan looked at the envelope but didn’t open it to read.

"Do you think this person is still alive? Entered the city with the cowboy hat, if the cowboy hat is alive, this person might be too."

"No, they’re most likely gone."

Qinghan lifted his head from the envelope, motioning for me to see the stamp on the envelope with a postmark date.

Just from the envelope, this letter was quite old because the manila envelope was nearly spoiled, and the stamp was very old.

But because it was preserved well, the patterns and the postmark were still clear, with the words printed clearly left to right, ’Year One Tenth Month Eighth Day.’

"This is a letter from the first year of the Republic," Qinghan said.

"Oh, an antique?" I stared at the envelope, beginning to estimate its value.

"For this letter to be brought here shows the diary’s owner cherished it greatly, or considered it very important, even preparing to venture into danger without taking it, probably for fear of its destruction."

"So, such an important thing, if the diary’s owner were alive, they’d surely come back for it?"

"Exactly, the question now is, why did Wuyong want us to find this item."

"Yeah, and there’s nothing particularly new in this diary, we’ve experienced all the dangers already."

Qinghan glanced at the few items they found. He picked up the empty water bottle, which I had already opened and turned over, finding nothing inside.

Qinghan picked it up again, opened the lid, and shone a flashlight inside.

Then he pulled a collapsible metal wire from his pocket, straightened it, and bent a hook on the front, hooking something from inside the water bottle.

It was a bundle of cloth, no, it should be said, some kind of hide, rolled up and stuffed into the water bottle, spreading open inside to fit snugly, unable to shake out, silent when rattled.