Looking at the rotten corpse, Zhang Kun was silent.

Chen Xiaoqiao next to him didn't have the slightest intention of urging, so he watched silently.

After a long time, Zhang Kun moved again, he put down the branch, and then stretched out his hands, holding the right hand of the corpse with one hand, and holding the back of the corpse with the other, wanting to lift the corpse up first.

At least let the corpse not twist so upside down first.

Zhang Kun's right hand grabbed the right hand of the corpse, and with a slight pinch of his fingers, he pinched the rotten muscles and directly grabbed the white bones of Sen Sen.

Then, Zhang Kun tried to lift the corpse up with a slight force, but the corpse just moved a little, and then there was a sound of rubbing, and Zhang Kun stared blankly at the hand bones in his hand that were separated from the corpse.

The corpse was decomposed and suppurated, there was no muscular and skin band, and there was not much adhesion between the bones, almost as soon as they were pulled, they were separated.

Zhang Kun looked at the hand bone in his hand blankly, and then looked at the corpse without his right hand on the ground, Zhang Kun was silent for a while, and then silently put the hand bone back in the original position of the corpse.

Taking a few steps back, Zhang Kun shook off the thick juice stuck to his gloves, then put down the duffel bag on his back and took out the sleeping bag he had prepared earlier.

Originally, he wanted to use this to hold Chen Xiaoqiao's body, but now it seems that it can only be used to hold bones.

Gently spread out the sleeping bag, opened the zipper entrance, and then Zhang Kun came to the corpse again, squatted down, carefully picked up the right hand bone that he had just ripped off, and gently shook it for a while, throwing off the rotten flesh, purulent juice, and white moving maggots one by one, and then carefully put it in the sleeping bag behind him.

In this way, Zhang Kun silently took off the bones from the corpse little by little, and then put them in a sleeping bag.

Even the original camouflage uniform on the corpse Zhang Kun took off carefully, gently shook off some maggots on it, as for the thick juice integrated into the camouflage uniform, Zhang Kun had no choice for the time being, and then gently put it together with the corpse bones.

Half an hour later, where Chen Xiaoqiao's body was originally located, there was only a piece of rotten flesh, thick juice, and countless white maggots moving around.

Zhang Kun got up, tidied up the sleeping bag a little, put the bones neatly, then pulled the zipper up again, and then carefully rolled it up.

After that, Zhang Kun carried a rolled sleeping bag and slowly left the tree house.

Walking out of the stench treehouse, Zhang Kun looked at the sleeping bag in his hand.

Two hundred and six bones, weighing less than ten kilograms, this is what is ultimately left behind after a person dies.

What is the purpose of human life?

For money, fame, and fortune, or for men for women, and women for men?

Or is it for the sake of history, or for the sake of family and friends?

I don't know, Zhang Kun really doesn't know.

However, there is an old saying: life is only a hundred years, a solar eclipse is no more than three meals, a night's sleep is no more than three feet, and in the end there is a handful of loess.

And what Chen Xiaoqiao finally got may not even have a handful of loess.

Just like Chen Xiaoqiao said before, as long as he can return to China, even if he scatters his ashes on the land of China, he doesn't even dare to ask for the last small foot of resting place.

For what?

Zhang Kun lowered his head and was silent, and Chen Xiaoqiao was not interested in speaking at this time.

The two stayed like this for a long time before Chen Xiaoqiao spoke silently, lightly pointed to the right side of the direction he came, and said softly: "There is a stream over there." ”

Hearing Chen Xiaoqiao's words, Zhang Kun glanced up at him, then nodded silently, did not speak, just moved silently in the direction pointed by Chen Xiaoqiao.

There was silence all the way, and it seemed that the animals around them had fled far away because of this oppressive silence.

After walking for more than 20 minutes, the sound of slow flowing water came from a distance, and after walking through a few patches of grass, Zhang Kun finally saw the stream.

The stream is not large, no more than two meters wide, and it is so clear that you can clearly see the fish swimming in the water.

When he came to the stream, Zhang Kun gently put down the sleeping bag, then walked to the stream, first cleaned the thick juice remaining on the gloves, and then sat down cross-legged, silently looking at the sky in the distance.

The burning clouds on the horizon became thicker, and the deep brown-red color reflected in the sky, and from a distance, the red sun had reached the edge of the horizon.

Zhang Kun didn't speak, just quietly looked at the round of sunlight, watching it sink little by little, until the starlight in the sky loomed, and then the last ray of light disappeared into the horizon.

At this time, Zhang Kuncai slowly stood up, walked to the sleeping bag behind him, opened the zipper, took out the bones inside little by little, and put them on the green grass by the stream.

First, the sleeping bag was immersed in water and slowly washed, and then the bones on the ground were picked up, dipped in the water one by one, and slowly wiped.

After wiping a few gloves, Zhang Kun seemed to feel that the gloves on his hands were a little in the way, so he tore the temporary gloves made of plastic bags one by one, and then directly grabbed the slimy bones with his hands, immersed them in water one by one, and wiped every corner little by little.

Under the starlight, in the stream, there seems to be no such terrifying feeling, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it seems to bring a little crystal clear jade.

Zhang Kun cleaned Chen Xiaoqiao's bones little by little, and then put them into a washed sleeping bag one by one, and then Zhang Kun picked up the camouflage uniform left by Chen Xiaoqiao.

After soaking in the water for a while and removing some of the thick juice, Zhang Kun carefully took the camouflage uniform ashore, and then groped pocket by pocket.

A Swiss knife, a few pieces of flint, a folding knife, two glow sticks, and finally, Zhang Kun also found a bank card and a necklace in the inner seam of the camouflage uniform, and there was a small pendant on the necklace.

The necklace is not gold, not silver, brass-colored, it should just be made of ordinary metal, and it is not very valuable.

However, Zhang Kun still put it in the water and wiped it little by little, and then carefully put it with Chen Xiaoqiao's bones.

It should be very important to make Chen Xiaoqiao such a personal collection, and it is something that is put together with the bank card.

After cleaning up the necklace, Zhang Kun picked up the bank card again, put it in the water and wiped it for a while.

The bank card is the Great Wall International Card of the Bank of China, and Zhang Kun carefully cleaned it.

At this time, Chen Xiaoqiao, who had been silently following without saying a word, seemed to hesitate to speak.

"Mr. Zhang, I really thank you for this incident, here, there is still some money in this bank card, please accept it, just thank you." ”

Chen Xiaoqiaonuo's voice came, but Zhang Kun didn't seem to hear it, and still wiped the card silently.

It wasn't until he wiped it clean that Zhang Kun took the bank card out of the water and watched it silently under the moonlight.

The white card has the image of the Great Wall of China, and the letters VISA are printed on the lower right corner of the card, which shines faintly in the moonlight.

Zhang Kun looked at it, and then spoke softly.

"Actually, you need money. ”