The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 398 - 310: The Wounded (Part 2)

That day, by chance, there were no scorpions in the cave. It wanted to rest, but ended up getting frightened when a swarm of scorpions rushed in, making it jump straight into the spring.

While sinking, it discovered the waterproof door. I was the one who taught it the word ’coffin.’ If by chance the ’coffin’ happened to be empty, Wang Le and the others definitely wouldn’t believe it.

So I simply said there was a living corpse in the coffin that it chased away. After all, Doctor Du and the others knew that living corpses could dive and swim, and could also use the waterproof door.

It was already a bizarre story, and if I rigidly concocted something entirely realistic and logical, it would be more easily debunked.

So I told Little Red to say it survived by drinking the water from the spring, and when hungry, it would return to the coffin to sleep. Because it was trapped alone in a relatively enclosed environment, its memory and mental state were not good.

Doctor Du said that it was obvious Little Red had a good understanding of first aid. Although it had lost part of its memory, some things were ingrained in its bones; it might have been a nurse or lifeguard before.

And its interest in healing and saving people made Doctor Du believe it might be a newcomer in the medical profession.

I’ve seen the amnesia trope in TV dramas always work well, so I wrote Little Red an amnesia plot too.

Now Doctor Du has accepted this story, just like in the TV dramas.

Doctor Du’s reason for believing Little Red’s amnesia is different from mine; it has nothing to do with TV dramas. She said when a person suffers a huge shock or substantial trauma, some might experience temporary amnesia. Of course, the duration varies per person; some lose their memory for months, some for years.

From the Death Zone that appeared in the desert to our emergence, Little Red had been trapped in the underground ’chamber’ for a whole year. Doctor Du said it was already rare for Little Red not to have a mental breakdown or go mad, given that a normal person trapped for a year, with nobody to talk to, no sound, and unable to go outside, would usually crack.

If Little Red were human, it definitely couldn’t last long, maybe at most a few decades. Therefore, high-tech robots like this are indeed better suited for guarding tombs.

Because when I thought of Eyes of Golden Flame again, I was buried for several years, and after unearthing, it didn’t even need to recharge before immediately hunting me. If advertising this performance, it could totally claim a millennium warranty with integrity quality!

And Little Red, it’s even more remarkable, still working normally after ten thousand years. What exactly is its power system? Or fuel? Could it be the water from the Life Spring?

Doctor Du was reporting the condition of the injured to Qinghan, and I got lost in my thoughts, drifting here and there.

Of course, while pondering other matters, I could still hear Doctor Du’s words. She thought the wound on the injured person’s shoulder was made by a human hand, not an animal’s claw.

When it comes to women fighting, the favorite move is to scratch, and it’s common to hear about scratches breaking the skin or drawing blood, but to inflict such a deep wound, how deep must the grudge be? Isn’t this akin to tearing a person apart?

Since the injured person was unconscious due to a high fever, we couldn’t ask anything, and could only wait for him to wake up.

Mike didn’t recognize this person. Every participant in the exploration mission, regardless of whether they were alive, dead, or missing, Mike had seen, at least their photo or video.

Since it wasn’t someone he knew, it could be a helper hired by Miss Tang. Huang Zaijiang saw a flashlight atop a backpack against the wall and signaled us to look. This flashlight was identical to the one we found on the street.

It seems Mike was right; Miss Tang’s team has an expert who could lead them through layers of danger to settle in this City of Death. Honestly, if I had to safely lead a team of ordinary people to the Ancient City, I couldn’t.

Though the injured couldn’t speak, we could tell by looking at the things in the room that they had been camping here for several days. A pile of compression biscuit, chocolate, and beef jerky wrappers lay in the corner, forming a thick layer.

Qinghan said they definitely wouldn’t consume supplies too quickly, so the pile we saw might be half a month’s rations.

There were seven backpacks in the room. I cleared my throat and glanced at Qinghan. He shot me a warning look, so I gave up the idea of rummaging through the bags.

There were many rooms around that were more spacious, comfortable, and had better lighting than this one, but the group with the injured person chose to camp here, undoubtedly for a reason.

So we didn’t venture out to find another spot to settle, and directly rested in this little dark room.

After resting, Qinghan arranged for Doctor Du and Wang Le to stay behind to take care of the patient while we continued to explore the surroundings.