End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

A pungent, putrid smell emanated from the trash can, and a few flies buzzed around. Fighting back her nausea, Fan Mengmeng rummaged through the trash. A rusty iron rod caught her eye, and she carefully took it out and handed it to Mr. Li.

"Maybe we can use this to pick the lock." Fan Mengmeng said.

Uncle Li took the iron rod, walked to the front door, inserted the iron rod into the keyhole, and pried it hard. With a "click", the iron lock broke.

Uncle Li gently pushed open the door, and a dusty smell hit him. The light inside the small building was dim, and the air was filled with a stale smell. They walked in cautiously, and Fan Mengmeng's heart was beating fast, afraid that something would suddenly jump out of the darkness.

"Mengmeng, follow me closely." Uncle Li whispered, holding the iron rod tightly in his hand, ready to deal with sudden danger at any time.

They walked along a narrow corridor. The doors of the rooms on both sides were tightly closed, making it impossible to see what was inside. At the end of the corridor, there was a window, and a faint light came in from outside, barely illuminating a small area around it.

Suddenly, a slight noise came from the room on their left. Fan Mengmeng was so scared that she grabbed Uncle Li's arm tightly and her breathing became rapid.

Uncle Li immediately became alert, holding the iron rod to his chest and slowly approaching the room. He gently pushed open the door, but the room was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Is anyone there?" Uncle Li asked tentatively.

The room was completely silent, with no response. Uncle Li raised his iron rod and walked in cautiously. Fan Mengmeng followed closely behind him, not daring to relax even a little.

The room was empty except for a worn table and a few chairs, all covered in dust. The windows were covered with thick curtains, not allowing any light to penetrate.

Uncle Li checked the room and was relieved only after confirming that there was no danger.

"It seems we are worrying too much." said Uncle Li.

They continued walking forward and came to the window at the end of the corridor. Through the window, they could see the street outside and several zombies wandering around.

"We have to find some useful supplies as soon as possible." Fan Mengmeng said.

They began searching room by room, looking for food, water, medicine and other necessities for survival. Some rooms were empty, with nothing in them; some rooms had some remaining daily necessities, but most of them had rotted and were unusable.

Just when they were about to give up, Uncle Li discovered a hidden storage room in a room. The door of the storage room was blocked by a heavy wooden cabinet, and it was difficult to find it if you didn't look carefully.

Uncle Li struggled to move the wooden cabinet away, revealing the door of the storage room. He pushed the door open with force, and a musty smell hit him in the face.

There were some cardboard boxes and sacks piled up in the storage room, covered with dust. Uncle Li picked up a cardboard box and gently opened it. It was full of canned food.

"Great!" Fan Mengmeng said excitedly, "We found food!"

They continued to check other cartons and sacks and found water, medicine, clothes and some daily necessities inside.

"It seems we are lucky." Uncle Li said with a smile.

Just as they were immersed in the joy of finding the supplies, Fan Mengmeng suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart, and an inexplicable unease came over her. She looked up and looked at the corner of the storage room. There seemed to be something there...

"Uncle Li..." Fan Mengmeng's voice trembled a little.

Fan Mengmeng's heart beat rapidly, a strange premonition stirring within her. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and attempted to activate her special ability once again. A diagram of the building's structure appeared before her, like an X-ray penetrating the walls, revealing everything within. A hidden room suddenly appeared within her "sight," right next to the storage room, concealed by thick walls and a cleverly designed trapdoor. It wasn't marked on the map, and her previous search had completely overlooked it.

Fan Mengmeng's eyes snapped open, a glint of excitement flickering in them. "Uncle Li, I found a hidden room! There might be more supplies in there!"

Uncle Li looked at Fan Mengmeng's excited expression and felt a glimmer of hope. "Where is it? How do I get there?"

Fan Mengmeng pointed to an inconspicuous brick in the corner of the storage room and said, "The entrance is right there. It should be a trap door."

The two walked over to the wall tile and took a closer look. They found that the color of this wall tile was slightly darker than the surrounding area, and there was a tiny crack on the edge. Uncle Li tried to press the wall tile, but there was no response.

"It seems we need to find a way to open the mechanism." Uncle Li pondered.

Fan Mengmeng closed her eyes again and concentrated, hoping to see more details. This time, she "saw" how the mechanism worked - it required simultaneously pressing the wall brick and turning an inconspicuous metal ring next to it.

She told Uncle Li about her discovery, and the two of them followed the instructions. With a slight "click", the wall tiles caved in, revealing a pitch-black passage.

The passage was narrow and dark, filled with a damp and musty smell. The path leading to the hidden room was blocked by scattered construction debris and broken furniture, leaving almost no room to stand.

"Looks like we need to clean up this clutter," Uncle Li whispered, "but don't make too much noise, or we might cause unnecessary trouble."

The zombies wandering outside are the biggest threat, and any sound may attract them.

Drawing on his years of experience, Mr. Li began to carefully clear the passage. He first gently moved some lighter debris out of the way, then used an iron bar to pry larger obstacles, trying to avoid making too much noise. Fan Mengmeng assisted, piling the cleared debris in a corner of the storage room.

The cleanup process was slow and arduous, with every minute filled with tension and anxiety. Sweat soaked their clothes and dust covered their faces, but they dared not slack off for even a moment.

Suddenly, a harsh sound of metal friction broke the silence...

"Uncle Li..." Fan Mengmeng's voice was tinged with fear as she clutched Uncle Li's arm tightly. The sound of metal scraping came from an exposed iron pipe Uncle Li had accidentally touched. The sound was particularly harsh in the silent passage, exploding like thunder in their ears. Fan Mengmeng's heart suddenly sank, and fear surged over her like a tide. She clutched Uncle Li's arm tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline.

Mr. Li was experienced and quick to react. He immediately stopped, held his breath, and listened intently. Time seemed to freeze, with only the rapid breathing of the two men echoing in the narrow passage.

A few seconds later, after confirming that no zombies had been attracted, Grandpa Li breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay, it was a false alarm," he whispered to comfort Fan Mengmeng, "Let's continue."

Drawing on years of experience, Mr. Li deftly navigated noisy obstacles. He used leverage to gradually move heavy objects out of the way; he wrapped metal objects in soft cloth to prevent them from rattling. His meticulous manipulations, like those of a skilled craftsman, silently carved a path to hope.

The cleaning process was still slow and arduous, but the hope in their hearts was growing stronger and stronger. Every time they cleared a distance, they were one step closer to the hidden room and one step closer to the hope of survival.

Finally, after some effort, the passage was completely cleared. Before them appeared a rusty iron door, the entrance to the hidden room. Uncle Li took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"Squeak-"

The iron door slammed shut with a dull thud, a sound remarkably clear in the still air. The true face of the hidden room finally appeared before them.

It was a small room, filled with a variety of supplies. Boxes of mineral water, compressed biscuits, and canned food were neatly stacked in a corner; rows of medicine boxes were stacked on the shelves, each clearly labeled with its name and purpose.

Seeing these precious supplies, Fan Mengmeng and Uncle Li both smiled with joy. In the apocalypse, water and medicine were more precious than gold. These supplies undoubtedly greatly increased their hope of survival.

"That's great! With these supplies, we can last longer!" Fan Mengmeng said excitedly, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Uncle Li couldn't hide his excitement. He patted Fan Mengmeng on the shoulder and said, "Yes, Mengmeng, we have hope!"

Just as they were immersed in joy, a slight movement came from the corner of the storage room. The sound was subtle and brief, and if the room was not unusually quiet, they would hardly have noticed it.

The smiles on their faces froze instantly, and their eyes turned to the corner where the sound came from. There was some miscellaneous items piled there, shrouded in shadows, making it difficult to see what was inside.

Fan Mengmeng and Uncle Li stared at the corner nervously, their hearts pounding, as if something terrifying was about to leap out of the darkness... "Uncle Li..." Fan Mengmeng's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and she clutched Uncle Li's sleeve tightly. Uncle Li clenched the iron rod in his hand, his eyes sharp as torches, and he watched the corner vigilantly.