I can't describe what I saw, except that it was a flattened ghost monkey's face, at least a quarter of a football field, smashed to the ground, and the eyes were completely rotten into a puddle of mud, yellow, probably mixed with the eye droppings, the bridge of the nose was broken in the middle, and it collapsed, but the two sharp fangs were still growing well outside the lips, and some were yellow.

I couldn't help but gasp for air, and immediately smelled the smell of rotting corpses, almost pouring into my nose, almost didn't smoke me to death, I hurriedly fanned my nose with my hand a few times, the smell was lighter, but it was still quite annoying, I don't know how long this guy has been dead, the blood has dried up, but there are still hairs on his face.

I was about to take the flashlight and continue to shine down, when I suddenly heard the voice of my junior brother pumping cold air: "I'm ...... Who the hell is so ruthless? ”

My brother has always been much more daring than me, and it is certainly not something I can afford to make him gasp in fright, and I have to prepare for the worst in advance, and I may see a pile of skinned monkey bones, crawling with white maggots and shells, sharing the food with relish.

I covered my nose and took a deep breath, exhaled again, and looked at the light of my junior brother, and I shivered, and a chill rushed from the palm of my hand to my heart, which made me tremble again, my mother, this ghost monkey actually only has a bare head, and the whole body is gone!

I involuntarily took two steps back, and the flashlight trembled so much, it was not an easy task to cut off the head of such a big guy, and still press it like this, was it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, or some kind of animal seeking revenge? And why did the cold bench bring us here? Does it have anything to do with this dead monkey? What exactly is drawn on the map...... The more I think about it, the more I feel that things are a little strange, as if they have gone beyond a certain range, but I can't talk about them specifically, I always feel that the cold bench has a lot of things to hide from us, and he definitely has much more information than ours. If this is a junior brother, I naturally have a way to make him speak, but the cold bench will not work, he will not eat the soft ones, and the hard ones will not be hard enough for him, forcing everyone to break up in a hurry, then I and the junior brother will really be blind.

The junior brother also took two steps back, stood side by side with me, I don't know whether he was scared or disgusted, he took out his toner and sprayed it around, took a few deep breaths to change the air, and then pinched his nose and said to the cold bench: "I said little master, if the person lying on the ground is not your relative, let's go quickly." ”

The cold bench did not answer, but took two steps forward, and squatted on the face of the dead monkey and touched it, as if he was plucking the hairs on its face.

I felt a sigh in my heart, and said no, so my junior brother said, "Damn, it's really his relative!" Isn't this fucking disgusting to open the door to disgusting, disgusting to the home? ”

I glanced at the cold bench and saw that he didn't react, as if his attention had never been on us, he was such a person, he really didn't know what to say, we were like air in front of him, no matter what he said or did, he didn't care, and he didn't know what he really cared about. Thinking about it, I suddenly got playful, and said to my junior brother in a suppressed voice: "Don't talk nonsense, if this is really a relative of the little master's family, maybe we will have to kowtow later." ”

The junior brother rolled his eyes, almost ignored me, and muttered for a long time: "Master, my head is expensive......

At this time, the cold bench was almost cleaned, patted the hair on his hands, took out the map from his pocket, and placed it under the nostrils of the dead monkey......

"Find a mechanism." The junior brother crossed his arms and said.

I nodded, and it seemed that the mechanism was most likely in the face of the dead monkey. At this time, it stands to reason that since we are working together to take on this job, we should go up to help, but I lifted my leg a few times, but I didn't take that step. I don't have any feelings for human corpses, anyway, I'll be like that when I die, but the animals are different, especially this kind of giant and stumbling animal, just thinking about it makes me feel goosebumps all over my body, and my stomach is full of acid, who knows what the fuck they grew up eating, and how many messy parasites there are in the hair, and the cold bench is really good to handle.

The junior brother is probably nauseous enough, and now he doesn't even bother to move his mouth, and sprays toner on his body vigorously. At that moment, I suddenly heard a series of sounds like the movement of a mechanism, which was still stone-braked, and the sound was slow and deep. I've read about this kind of mechanism in books before, and the design is actually very simple, it is a problem of movable lock, and the key is how to make this lock not rot, rust, or fall off for a long time, so it is best to use stones.

I looked at the cold bench, he had already stood up from the rotten face of the dead monkey, but he didn't come over, his back was to the moonlight, I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, I could only hear his cold voice from hell: "Go down." "I looked at the flashlight on the cold bench, and I was shocked into a cold sweat, my old lady, how did the dead monkey's mouth open, this fucking corpse! Can you cheat a corpse with only one head, it's so fucking evil!

"Ghost, ghost...... There are ghosts! The toner stopped spraying, and almost jumped on my back, screaming at my ear. The junior brother's voice was already thin, and this excitement was even more poignant, especially in this kind of deep mountains and old forests, the black lights were blind, and even the most daring people scared him.

The cold bench still stood there like a ghost, but the aperture of the flashlight was turned up a little wider and hit the dead monkey in the face. I stared at it, then I saw it clearly, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this girl was not a corpse at all, but a stone carving embedded in the ground, over the years, the rain and wind blew, and weeds grew in the cracks of the stone carving (I just thought it was the face hair of a ghost monkey), and the surface also fell off a little, and a layer of blue-yellow curly skin appeared, at first glance, I thought it was a rotting corpse.

The junior brother also understood at this time, jumped off my back in embarrassment, coughed twice, walked over first, and patted the shoulder of the cold bench: "Hey, just kidding." As he spoke, he jumped out of the mouth of the stone monkey. In view of the shame that my junior and my brother were so embarrassed just now, I also jumped into the mouth of the stone monkey in front of the cold bench.