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"What does it mean?" A few companions nearby turned their heads, eager to hear his new ideas.
There are people living in this room; surely they must be breathing, so there should be a ventilation duct above.
If we cut along the ventilation duct, we might have a chance to break through.
The others immediately perked up, nodding in agreement: This plan makes sense. If we can't find any ventilation ducts around the house, then it must be at the top.
As long as we move the Cutting Machine up there, we should have a chance to cut through.
While they were excitedly discussing how to find the ventilation duct, Wang Fugui suddenly stepped forward to interrupt them.
"We've already looked for the ventilation ducts. There are no gaps anywhere in this room, so you don't need to waste your effort."
Just when they had a glimmer of hope, it was ruthlessly extinguished. The group hung their heads, their eyes filled with disappointment.
After a moment of silence, Wang Fugui continued, "We've already confirmed that the part of this room exposed above ground has no weaknesses."
At that moment, one person raised his head and looked at Wang Fugui in confusion. "If there's no weakness above ground, what about below?"
Wang Fugui shook his head. "We don't know that; after all, we haven't dug down to check."
The group exchanged glances, excitement showing on their faces. "What if we try? Maybe the floor beneath the house isn't made of metal?"
"Exactly! Nothing is perfect; perhaps the floor is the weak point of this room."
The more they talked, the more convinced they became. They all stood up from the ground, grabbed shovels and spades, ready to dig a tunnel leading beneath the house.
Watching them leave, a subtle smile crept onto Wang Fugui's lips.
He had previously suggested this idea to the villagers—to dig a tunnel and see if they could breach the safe house from below. However, those villagers were too frightened to attempt such a thing.
Now letting these Outsiders try it out meant that even if they failed, Wang Fugui would suffer no loss.
Before long, the group arrived at the edge of the safe house and began digging into the ground with their shovels and spades.
Their actions attracted the attention of others nearby. "Hey brother, what are you doing?" one Man in the Hat approached them with curiosity.
"We're planning to dig a tunnel and see if we can break into this house from below."
The Man in the Hat's face lit up with realization as he slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "That's a great idea! I'll join you!"
After saying that, he turned around to look for tools for Digging a Pit, preparing to join the group of people.
Before long, several others gathered around and joined in the effort to dig the tunnel. By evening, the tunnel had taken shape, reaching at least four meters deep. If they kept at it like this, they should be able to break through by early morning.
The few people working below were sweating profusely. When they grew tired from digging, they swapped places with those on the surface, and the work continued throughout the night without pause.
For the past few days, they had been living like the villagers, surviving on wild grasses and leaves from the mountain, and now they were all feeling dizzy from hunger. Just thinking about the delicious food in the safe house made everyone eager to work faster, digging relentlessly in a race against time.
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