, what’s going on, why are there so many eggshells?”

Victoria lowered her head and looked around and said, "I guess there are a lot of homeless people living here, and their hobby is eating eggs. Look, there is a small kerosene stove and a blackened aluminum pot in the corner.

, it should be what they use to boil eggs."

Sokov stepped on the eggshells and walked a few steps toward Victoria. The eggshells made a crisp sound when he stepped on them. He judged from the feeling under his feet that the eggshells on the ground were at least two inches thick.

"Let's go, Misha." Victoria grabbed Sokov's hand, pulled him outside, and said, "Your friend won't be here, let's go to the first floor and have a look."

Soon, the two returned to the first floor from the third floor and searched in another direction.

Although it was not dark yet, due to poor lighting in certain places on the ground floor of the building, everything was dark, and it was all illuminated by the strong flashlight in Victoria's hand.

Looking at the gloomy surroundings, Sokov couldn't help but feel chills in his heart. He had been on the battlefield and was used to seeing life and death, but in this building with a terrifying atmosphere, he felt shuddering, and a chill came from the end.

The vertebrae rush along the spine toward the brain.

"Misha, what do you think that is?" Victoria, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and shone her flashlight on the floor of a spacious hall in front of her, as if she had discovered something remarkable.

Sokov looked along the light and found a manhole cover on the floor of the hall, with patterns on it. However, because there were a lot of leaves falling on the cover, it was not clear what the pattern on the manhole cover was.

Victoria walked to the manhole cover and swept away the fallen leaves on the cover with her feet, so that she could clearly see the pattern on it.

Sokov went over to take a look and couldn't help being surprised. There was actually a hexagon on the manhole cover, which was exactly the same as the yellow six-pointed star worn by the Jews on their chests. He looked up at Victoria and asked: "Vika, what's going on?
Chapter completed!