The Xikang men have drunk a lot of wine and are not very sober. Luo Yin, www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, rushed over in a few steps, and the force was too great, and the curtain on the tent was torn off by him.

"Mr. Luo, Guoluo is dead!"

The Tibetan shook the man vigorously.

Someone who came to his senses stood up and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Wangdui rubbed his eyes vigorously and burped with wine. There was a foul smell in the tent.

"Mr. Luo, what's wrong?"

Luo Yin ignored him, squatted down and turned on the flashlight, staring at the person named Guoluo.

Luo Yin opened his eyelids and shone a flashlight, his pupils had dilated.

"Dead? How did you die? ”

Wangdui understood, stood up, and swayed.

Luo Yin untied Guo Luo's leather robe, and a sour smell mixed with wine rushed in, and Luo Yin almost vomited. There are visible stains on the leather robe. It appears that the man had vomited in his sleep.

Luo Yin held his breath and unbuttoned Guo Luo's clothes to examine it carefully. There is not a single scar on his body, how did he die? Drinking to death?

Luo Yin pinched the deceased's mouth, it stinks!

Sure enough, there were still some food scraps in the deceased's mouth, and the deceased appeared to be vomiting when he died.

Could it be that he died of his trachea blocked by his own vomit?

No. Although there were food debris in the mouth of the deceased, it was not enough to block the trachea. Upon closer inspection, Luo Yin quickly overturned this assumption himself.

Wangdui was anxious and shouted, "If it's okay, go out and get out of the way." ”

The tent was just such a place, there were six big men sleeping, the space was cramped and the smell was unpleasant, and Wangdui couldn't bear it anymore after waking up, so he kicked the people lying on the ground a few times and told them to go out.

Soon, only the dead Goluo, Luo Yin and Wangdui were left lying in the tent.

He ...... How did he die? Wangdui sat down on the ground and let out a long breath.

"There were no injuries, and it wasn't dead from vomit blocking the trachea, maybe it was...... Poisoning? ”

"Huh? Poisoning? Wangdui stood up in fright.

He rubbed his temples: "We all eat and drink the same." ”

Luo Yin took a closer look and saw that there was a cowhide wine jug next to Guo Luo, the pattern on it was very familiar, he thought about it, this was last night to help Wangdui over, and casually threw Wangdui's wine jug into the hand of a person, that person was Guo Luo.

Wangdui was also startled when he saw Luo Yin's eyes on the wine jug, and hurriedly reached out to pick up the wine jug, shook it, and opened the lid again.

A strong smell of wine came, and Wangdui asked, "Is it poisonous here?" No, it's my flask, then I'm not...... Bless me, Buddha, I don't want to die! Wangdui threw the flask, turned around and ran out, and soon there was a sound of retching outside, and he was afraid that he would be poisoned, so he ran out and picked his throat.

There was an uproar here, and Su San and Miss Lin walked out wearing leather jackets.

"What happened?" Su San asked.

"Golo is dead, alas, how could this be, we have been with a dead man for so long." A Xikang man replied. Miss Lin and Su San walked outside the tent, and Luo Yin said, "Don't come in, the air here is not good, and the smell is bad." ”

The curtain had been torn down, and a disgusting smell was heard. Su San stood still and asked, "How did he die?" ”

"I don't know at the moment, the preliminary suspicion is that it may be poisoning, Wangdui came over and carried the body out with me."

Wangdui bent over and retched to the side, blushing and waving his hand repeatedly: "No, I'm going to die, don't look for me." ”

"If you were poisoned, you would have died a long time ago, so come here."

Wangdui reluctantly walked in and carried out Guoluo's body with Luo Yin.

"It stinks."

Su San waved his hand vigorously, wanting to disperse the smell of chaos.

"There are no injuries on the body," Luo Yin had already tied the deceased's clothes, Su San squatted down and frowned: "This wine smells big, is it possible that he drank to death?" ”

"There is vomit in the mouth, but it will not be fatal and not so serious, but I hate that there is no forensic medicine and no equipment here, otherwise it would be good to analyze the vomit."

Luo Yin clenched his fists, very unwilling in his heart.

Wangdui angrily carried the wine jug, shook it vigorously and said, "We eat and drink the same, if we are poisoned, why will we be fine?" Oh, by the way, and Miss Lin, you also drank the wine in this pot. ”

Miss Lin said: "I only drank a small sip, maybe I drank less, and it was not time for the poison?" ”

When she said this, her voice was very soft, but those Xikang men had been staring at this side, and they had already heard Miss Lin's words, and they all dug their throats hard. In the dark night, the sound is particularly terrifying.

"It's okay, I've drunk this wine too."

Luo Yin's words were equivalent to taking a peace of mind pill for everyone, and only Su San, Hans and the professor did not drink this wine at the scene.

Thinking of Hans and the professor, Luo Yin looked at Su San: "Why, the two of them are so quiet?" ”

yes, it's so noisy outside, why don't they move at all.

Su San also realized this, and suddenly shivered.

Hans and the professor's tent were silent,

Su San and Luo Yin walked to the door, she began to tremble, and she didn't dare to open the curtain to look.

Yes, Su San hated being abandoned back then and didn't want to talk to the professor, but after all, the memories of the past cannot be completely erased.

Luo Yin patted Su San's arm, signaled her not to worry, and opened the curtain suddenly.

There was not a breath in the tent.

Su San almost collapsed to the ground.

Luo Yin raised his flashlight and glanced at Hans and the professor lying on the ground, motionless.

Luo Yin walked in and probed Hans's snort.

There was no movement at all. It was only then that he felt flustered and hurriedly touched the professor's carotid artery.

It was quiet, but there was still warmth around his neck.

"They...... Dead? ”

Su San's voice trembled.

Luo Yin stood up, shook his head and said, "I can't tell, their condition is a bit weird. ”

Su San walked in regardless of it, squatted down, and looked at the professor lying in the felt by the light of a flashlight.

It's weird, no breath, but the body is warm.

It's not like you're dead, but you're going to have a snort when you're asleep.

Su San sat down on the ground dejectedly, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.

Is this dead? He's dead, my dad, he's my real father.

Su San raised his hand to cover his eyes, Luo Yin also squatted down, gently hugged her shoulders, and said softly: "Don't wronged yourself, cry if you want to." ”

Su San was in Luo Yin's arms, his eyes hot. No, I can't cry.

Su San wiped his eyes vigorously: "They are not dead, try something else." ”

Something else?

Luo Yin thought about it for a while, and simply pinched Hans's arm hard.

Suddenly, Hans jumped up with a thud and cried out in horror: "What's the matter? What's wrong? ”

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