MM Racing Chapter 337: 335 Expired Food
Chapter 337: 335 Expired Food
Chapter 337: Chapter 335 Expired Food
All the workers had left, and only Bi Fang remained in the empty factory, silently
As he spoke, Bi Fang tore open a small packet and guzzled down the biscuits, finishing it off quick and even wiped his mouth afterward.
“However, eating expired food is a matter of weighing risks; it’s best not to take the risk unless necessary.”
Finding a pile of biscuits put Bi Fang in a great mood. Big factories really are different with their abundant supplies; it was a series of pleasant surprises. Just this big pack of biscuits was worth the price of admission, not to mention the great gear he had obtained.
This multitude of discoveries also made Shuiyou realize the importance of choosing the right place in urban survival. Wandering around aimlessly like a headless fly, how could one find as many things as now?
“Let’s go, there’s still a lot of places we haven’t seen yet. We need to speed up and try to cover this place before dark. I must say, this place is just too big.”
Repacking his backpack, Bi Fang left the office and returned to the desolate factory interior, but soon after taking a few steps, he made a new discovery.
Bi Fang squatted down, picked up a few feathers from the ground, and examined them closely in front of the camera. He quickly realized what creature had left them.
“Pigeon feathers?”
He looked up at the steel beams crisscrossing overhead. Bi Fang surveyed the surroundings: “These feathers are likely from pigeons. They prefer these kinds of huge abandoned buildings which offer them shelter from the elements.
Generally speaking, where there are pigeons, there are also pigeon eggs. Adult pigeons lay eggs monthly except in winter, and even if we cannot catch the pigeons, we will most likely find their eggs.”
Bi Fang discarded the feathers in his hand and looked up at the roof.
“Although I already have almost half a fox and a large pack of biscuits, these supplies might still be slightly insufficient for the remaining four days. In the wilderness, storing food is like squirrels preparing for winter—you can never have too much. So, I don’t want to miss this opportunity. Pigeons prefer to nest high up, and we should perhaps start looking.”
Climbing such a building was akin to scaling a cautious man’s jungle of steel rebar, but for Bi Fang, this was clearly not a problem.
Scanning around, a clear route for climbing came to the fore in his mind.
Looking at the debris by the wall, Bi Fang ran a few steps, stepped on the junk, leaped forcefully, and grabbed onto a nearby ventilation pipe.