First, I examined the Type 38 rifle carefully, ensuring there were no visible damages. However, I refrained from firing it to avoid attracting wild animals or the attention of Hu Yijian. I set the rifle aside along with the two ammo boxes taken from the Japanese, continuing my search. I found a military water bottle, a gleaming Type 94 katana, a military shovel, and an iron lunchbox inside a leather backpack.

Under normal circumstances, these items would have thrilled me, but now, with the challenge of even getting out of this hole, these possessions were of limited use. However, I noticed a string of clear bullet holes on the chest of the Japanese military coat. Perhaps he hadn't died of starvation in the hole; instead, he might have been shot by someone. Observing his posture, I became more convinced that the Japanese might have been killed and dumped into the hole.

"It seems there's still hope to get out!" I sighed in relief, my spirits lifted, and I quickly examined the surrounding stone walls. The walls of the hole were extremely smooth, clearly constructed by human hands.

The mysterious aspect was that the purpose of this hole was unclear. Climbing out seemed almost impossible. In a moment of despair, I suddenly felt something odd behind the Japanese corpse. Pushing him aside, I was astonished to discover a black hole behind him.

This hole, about half a person's height, had been concealed by the Japanese until now. As it was revealed, a gentle breeze started blowing, carrying a comfortable dampness. Overjoyed, I quickly illuminated the hole with the flashlight and found it quite long, leading to an unknown destination.

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"When there's no way out, hope comes unexpectedly. If there's wind, there's an exit. I have to check it out!" Taking off the Japanese military coat, wrapping the firearm, water bottle, and other items together, I entered the hole. After climbing for about three to five minutes, I found myself in another cave.

This cave was covered with vines and looked desolate. I breathed a sigh of relief; this cave had an opening to the outside, although covered by thick vines. Yet, dim sunlight filtered through the vine cracks.

The vines seemed sturdy, which might have made exiting difficult under normal circumstances. But now was different—I held a shining katana. Not rushing to leave, I noticed several corpses in the cave. Unlike the Japanese, these had turned into gleaming white skeletons, and their clothes had already turned to ash.

Searching around revealed nothing special, but among a pile of bones, I found a string of bone necklaces. The beautiful bone necklace might be worth a decent amount, so I casually tucked it into my pocket.

These discoveries left me shocked. I had always thought this was an uninhabited island, but it seemed otherwise. There might be indigenous people or remnants of ancient seafarers on this island. The Japanese corpse, however, sent shivers down my spine. I even speculated whether there were surviving Japanese soldiers on the island, unaware that their country had lost the war, still dreaming of fascist world domination. Yet, I quickly dismissed this speculation as too far-fetched.