The elfins were surprised to see Zhang Zian take out the key from the door.
In the face of the elfins' questions, he smiled mysteriously and did not say anything. He would not say that he had seen the habit of Europeans and Americans of hiding their keys from European and American movies.
He inserted the key into the keyhole and twisted it gently. The lock was a little stiff after not being used for a long time, so he increased his strength and finally twisted it. The lock retracted with a click, and the door opened with a push.
Before he could see the situation inside, the dust on the door frame fell down, choking him and making him cough. The elfins all took a few steps back.
When the dust settled at the door, Zhang Zian turned on the flashlight and shone it into the room, looking at the furnishings.
The air in the room was very turbid, the floor was thick with dust, and there were cobwebs in the corners of the walls. However, the spider was only left with a dry empty shell. After all, the doors and windows were closed tightly. Even flies and mosquitoes could not fly in, so the spider could only sit and eat.
Tables, chairs, simple sofas, and other daily necessities were all neatly arranged, and even covered with a layer of white cloth to prevent dust from falling. This proved that the owner had intended to come back when he left, but perhaps because of the worsening economic situation, or perhaps because of other reasons, the owner never came back.
Fortunately, this village was located in a virgin forest. Otherwise, even if the owner left for a few days, he was afraid that some naughty children or bored teenagers would smash the glass or use it as a haunted house to explore. Then, they would urinate and defecate in the house or paint graffiti everywhere. They might even set the house on fire …
There was a candlestick on the table in the room. Zhang Zian walked into the room and lit the candles with a lighter. The warm candlelight drove away the darkness.
He pulled off the white cloth covering the furniture, and the room was full of dust. He held his breath and quickly opened all the windows to ventilate.
Because it was closer to the sea, there was not a trace of wind like deep in the forest. The wind quickly blew away the floating dust.
Only then did the elves slowly enter the room one after another, curiously sizing up their surroundings.
Zhang Zian went to the other rooms and opened all the doors and windows.
The house included a master bedroom and a second bedroom, each with a bed, a storage room, and a bathroom. He found a bucket and a rope in the storage room to fetch water later.
There were also hammers, chisels, handsaws, and other tools in the storeroom. He put the handsaw under his arm and prepared to use it to make a fire.
The life of the owner of this house was really boring. There was no internet, no television, and the only entertainment he could find was an old radio. Of course, it was no longer working.
There was a simple handmade shower system in the bathroom. Hot water was poured into a higher water tank, and the hot water was sprayed out of the shower by gravity.
The mirror in the bathroom cabinet was also covered with a thick layer of dust, and he couldn't see his handsome reflection in the mirror. He found a piece of cloth and randomly wiped it twice. At least he could see the figure.
When he was cleaning the mirror, he felt the mirror shake a little.
Including the bathroom cabinet, all the furniture in the room was hand-made by the owner. Although it was not very good-looking, it was strong and practical. After many years, it was still as stable as new. There was no reason that the bathroom cabinet would fail.
He was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered that the bathroom cabinet mirrors in European and American countries often could be opened outwards. There would be a small interlayer behind the mirror, and Europeans and Americans would put some commonly used drugs in this interlayer. There were often such scenes on TV and in movies — the hero or heroine looked at themselves in the mirror for a while, opened the mirror, and took out the antipsychotic drugs to eat … Most bathroom cabinets in China did not have such an interlayer.
So he tried to look from the side, found a pair of hinges on one side, and opened from the other side.
The hinges were a little rusty, and he pulled them a few times but could not open them. He took out a Swiss army knife and successfully pried them open. There was indeed an interlayer behind it, and as he expected, there were some bottles and jars of drugs in the interlayer.
He randomly opened a medicine bottle. The pills in the bottle were still dry after so many years, without any moisture. They must have expired, but he did not know how much of the medicine was left.
The traffic here was extremely blocked. The beekeepers and Wranglers lived in seclusion in the forest for a long time, and had little contact with the outside world. Their daily headaches and fever were solved by themselves, and with their meager income, they probably could not afford the sky-high medical fees in the United States. Therefore, there were more types of drugs in the interlayer than usual, and there were even unopened disposable syringes.
The medicine bottles were all written in English, and there were even crazy Latin. He compared the translation software in his mobile phone to the ones that might be used. He did not dare to take the internal medicine that had been stored for so many years, and if he took it, it would be like drinking arsenic with a smile. He could make do with the external medicine and some other drugs. He put them in his first aid bag along with the syringes, just in case.
With the consumption of resources, his backpack had become a lot lighter, and he did not care about the extra weight.
As for the other things in the house … he roughly looked through them. There was nothing that he could use, much less anything valuable. However, he did find a photo frame on the bed in the bedroom. From the photo, he confirmed his guess that the owner of the house was a Native American.
He simply cleaned the dust in the bedroom and living room. Although he was only staying for one night, he could not make do with it. Then he began to boil water for dinner, and he also lit the fireplace.
The elfins gathered around the fireplace, happily warming themselves, knocking plates, and waiting for dinner. Only he was busy.
Dinner was the same as lunch. The elfins ate roasted raccoon meat, and he had a combination of rice, wild vegetables, and canned food. The kitchen was complete with pots and pans, but the problem was that his cooking was too modern, and he could not cook well even with the kitchen utensils.
The wolves did not stay idle at night. They went hunting on their own, and only came back when they were full. They slept outside the house, and from inside the house, he could hear them chasing each other outside.
It was rare to have a shower, and since he had entered the forest, he had not taken a shower for many days, so he simply boiled a few more buckets of hot water and took a quick shower. After washing his hair that was as sticky as a bird's nest, he suddenly felt refreshed, and his body felt a lot lighter. The dirty water that he had washed almost clogged the drain.
That night, perhaps because he was used to sleeping in a tent, or perhaps because he was not used to sleeping in a stranger's bed, Zhang Zian was a little excited. He did not fall asleep until the second half of the night. He even dreamed that the owner of the house, the Indian, had suddenly come back, pointed a black double-barreled shotgun at his head, and insisted on extorting a huge sum of money from him …
That was why it was said that one's mouth was tied after eating from others, and one's hands were tied after taking from others. Even in his dreams, he was so conflicted.
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