I went again to the cave where the little monk was, and the overflowing creeper at the entrance of the cave had been destroyed.

According to the degree of withering of the destroyed creeper, the creeper has been destroyed for at least half a month.

What's the situation?!

I hurried into the cave.

There are no two from last time in the cave, and there are no little monks.

There are traces of a fight inside the cave, and there is dried blood on the ground.

The place where the little monk was buried before was not so much that it had been cut open, but more like someone had forcibly dragged the little monk's body out of the soil.

This is, the cave was attacked by outsiders, and the two failed to stop the foreign enemy last time, and who dragged the little monk out of the land?!

The situation inside the cave made me tremble suddenly, and the strength in my body was instantly drained.

I walked step by step to the place where the little monk was buried in front of me with my legs soft, and knelt on the ground to hide my face and weep.

It's me late.

It's because I believe too much in the strength of those two last time.

It turned out that as early as half a month ago, the little monk could not be resurrected smoothly, and he was completely dead, and even the corpse was nowhere to be found.

Who did it?

Is it grandpa or someone else?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly stood up again and carefully searched the cave for useful clues.

However, I didn't find any useful clues.

I went back to the place where I had buried the little monk and knelt on the ground, the sadness in my heart flowed backwards, and tears kept falling like broken threads.

It was only at this moment that I finally realized that I had feelings for the little monk.

It's a pity that it's too late.

Unfortunately, time is running out.

In the future, I will no longer have to worry about the grudge between him and my grandfather.

I got up from the ground with a wry smile, looked around and looked around again, my eyes fell on the place where the little monk had been buried before, and my eyes staggered away from the cave, and then looked for useful clues outside the cave.

It's just that I'm still there, and I haven't found any useful clues.

I didn't even have a chance to find his body and bury him.

There is, undoubtedly, a complete disconnection between me and him.

For the rest of his life, there will be no more him.

I stumbled down the hill and met a drunken man at the bottom of the hill who was blocking my path with a lewd face.

I didn't give him a chance to speak, so I crushed his throat, poked him into a sieve with an Emei thorn, poked him into a meat sauce, and buried him on the spot.

There was a ditch nearby, and I carefully washed the blood on my hands in the ditch, and then continued to look for the living people who walked at night.

My physical strength was out of control.

As long as I can kill it, I want God to block and kill God and Buddha to block and kill Buddha.

Darkness breeds filth, and hiding places are filthy paradises.

It wasn't long before I met a multi-person athlete again, whether male or female, who didn't stay, and mixed the meat sauce together and buried it on the spot.

I will carefully wash the blood on my hands and wash the Emei thorns before moving on.

After that, until there were street lights, I didn't meet any more living people walking at night.

The glow from the street lamps is dim.

But in my eyes, it is dazzling and bright.

That bit of brilliance reminded me of the little monk's smile.

I gradually lost my anger.

I walked for a long time, and after completely suppressing my anger, I found a taxi to take me to the airport.

I was seated next to the seat on the plane, with a man and a woman in front of and behind me.

The man was a business man who looked tired, and he was in a seat across from me, and he started to sleep as soon as he got on the plane.

The woman came later, her eyes were fanatical and chaotic, she was dressed ordinarily and decently and sat down next to me, first looked at me with indifferent eyes, and then turned to hold her chin and stared at the business man intently.

Not long after the plane took off, the man seemed to have a nightmare and suddenly woke up, and he saw the woman looking at him up close without taking his eyes off him, and then he was startled again.

Although he was taken aback, he smiled politely at her.

"What are you laughing at? You're sick. The woman kept her movements unchanged and her tone was not good.

"Miss, do I know you well?" the man frowned.

"Why are you sitting here when you're not sick?" the woman scoffed.

"By plane. The man's face was full of unreasonableness.

"You really think this is a plane? This is a hospital. The woman lowered her voice and looked around.

"Hospital?!" the man was stunned.

"Shhhhh In order to allow you to recover better, the cabin has been specially repaired. Also, all the medical staff are dressed as flight attendants, which are their treatments. The woman lowered her voice even more, and put her mouth directly into the man's ear.

"What kind of disease are they treating?" the man laughed, looking at her with the look of a psychopath.

"What kind of disease? As for the treatment of a cold like this? Of course it's a mental illness. The woman leaned back in her chair, a sneer on her lips.

"Psychotic, are you funny, sister?" the man laughed.

"Funny, so how do you think you got here?" the woman approached him again.

"The company arranged for me to go on a business trip, and I packed my bags and went to the airport. The man was a little impatient.

"And then?" the woman asked again.

"Then I went through security and got on the plane. The man continued.

"And then?" the woman continued.

Then he fell asleep. The man gave another answer, and his tone was slightly raised.

"Look, why are you asleep?" the woman leaned back in her chair again with a clear expression.

"I'm asleep because I'm sleepy, otherwise what do you think?" the man looked a little anxious.

"Anyway, there are no normal people here, so don't believe me. I'm too lazy to say it. The woman waved her hand, looking like she didn't plan to talk nonsense.

"I've never heard anything so funny. The man complained and glanced back at the flight attendant.

The flight attendant was chatting and gossiping in a low voice during his working hours, and because of his attention, the two quickly stopped talking and turned their eyes away from him, and then turned their heads to glance at him again, wanting to confirm whether he was still paying attention to them.

After all, gossiping during work hours may also be complained about by guests.

For their confirmation, the man hurriedly withdrew his gaze, his eyes filled with doubt and panic, and he began to get hot and loosened his tie.

"Hey, tell me, what don't I look like a normal person?" he hesitated and asked the woman again.

"Normal person, it looks like you've reached the fourth level of severe symptoms. The clinical manifestations are drowsiness, tinnitus, weightlessness, and neck soreness. If you already have these symptoms and can't find out that you are sick, you may need to have a frontal lobotomy. The woman crossed her fingers and gave the answer.

Her answer deepened the man's panic and made the man even hotter, and his trembling hands unbuttoned his collar and kept flashing his shirt.

The stewardess thought that the man was unwell, so she came.

The woman whispered another reminder that the nurse is here, be careful yourself, and then leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

"Hello sir, do you need anything?" asked the stewardess as she walked up to the man.

"I don't need it, I don't need anything, I don't need anything, I don't need anything. The man was so nervous that he was a little incoherent.

After the stewardess left, the woman opened her eyes again and leaned into the man's ear: "Deal with them, be smart." ”

"The frontal lobe you just said ......" the man was already a little confused.

"Once the frontal lobe is removed, you completely lose the ability to think and become a walking corpse. See? He just had his frontal lobe cut off. The woman first pointed to her forehead, then raised her hand to a guest who was about to sneeze, but raised her face and opened her mouth wide before sneezing.

"So, in this treatment process, you have to admit that you have a disease before you can avoid having your frontal lobe removed. The woman then gave another suggestion.

This time, the man's eyes were full of shock and he nodded again and again.

"Do you still think you're a normal person?" the woman asked again.

The man shook his head again and again, and began to have some difficulty breathing.

At this time, the flight attendant was notified that a mentally ill person had mixed up on the plane.

The stewardess and the stewardess then began to scan the guests in the cabin, and their eyes naturally fell on him who was obviously abnormal.

They walked towards him together, and before they could speak, he couldn't wait to pat his chest and admit that he was sick and sick.

He was taken away and did not forget to say thank you to the woman, who gave him a cheering gesture, and collapsed in his seat with a satisfied face.

He was then sedated by Sora Shao.

At this time, the guest who wanted to sneeze finally sneezed.

The ridiculous scene made me burst out laughing until tears came out, and the woman sitting next to me stared at me in thought.

She approached me as soon as I stopped laughing, and looked at me in a bad tone: "What are you laughing at? ”

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