As soon as the tip of the knife touched the skinless piece of flesh, a lot of black pus was squeezed out of the flesh again. I looked at the fat man in disgust, and he pressed it harder.

There is a lot of black pus, and the inside is not what it looks like on the outside. It's like an apple with only one rotten sore, the outside of the rotten sores itself is small, but when you cut it, you find that the whole apple is rotten on the inside, except for the outside.

I looked at the fat man, and he squeezed it a few more times, and after a while, almost a cup of pus and blood was squeezed out. I'm horrified, this fucking guy is rotten from within.

But why? This person had just died, and the extent of this lesion must have been very painful even when he was alive.

A person begins to rot from the inside, and the key is when he is alive, but this mysterious person doesn't look like a person with such a big change when he was alive just now.

In order to verify it, the fat man cut open the back of the mysterious man, and if the lesion was there when he was alive, then the depth of the ulceration must be deeper. If it is after death, the ulceration will be shallow and will only appear in the place of the tattoo.

People like Fat Man must have undergone all kinds of training earlier, and must have very strong self-control over such bloody images. I didn't have that ability, but I was eager to know the result, so I tried to stand where I could see the fat man's hand movements.

I deliberately distanced myself from the fat man, but it still felt strange to see the two of us from afar. The fat man was fiddling with the corpse with a knife, and I stood a meter away and looked at it with a flashlight.

Because there are many bones in the back, the fat man chose several holes in the back. But in the end, what I saw, and the conclusion that the fat man came to, all proved that this person had been sick like this long ago.

The fat man cleaned the cut surface of each hole layer by layer, starting from the cortex and the fat layer, the inside of the mysterious person's corpse is completely black viscous, the smell is unknown, and the fat man and I directly covered our mouth and nose with clothes in order to prevent poison.

What shocked us the most was that even the bones of the corpse turned black. Even if the fat man scraped it with a knife a few times, the bones that appeared inside were still black.

"Damn, it's not a person." The fat man stood up and threw away the fishing knife in his hand.

At this time, my attention was no longer on his body, the body of the mysterious man spurted out a pool of blood after the fat man pulled out the short knife, most of which was stuck to the ground at that time, and now the blood that should have been bright red has all turned black, just like the black pus.

I pointed it out to the fat man, and he showed a look of disgust at a glance, and after a sip, he said, "This man is long dead, and he can't be a living person." ”

"No, he had a fight with you just now, and besides, it was the stab from the severed finger that killed him, how could this person die and die again?"

The fat man shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"Could it be the legendary living dead?" I don't know if it was due to the influence of the environment or my own reaction, but I said this.

"Let's call it a zombie in the East, come here and help."

The fat man beckoned me over as he spoke, and saw that he picked up the fishing knife again, but at this time he pulled out the palm of the mysterious man's hand, and it was very laborious to see his appearance, and I helped him to pull the mysterious man's arm out of his body.

"How could this corpse stiffen so quickly? Something is wrong. I said as I helped the fat man.

"It's all said that this is not a normal person." The fat man paused: "It's impossible to say if this is personal." ”

The mysterious man's arm was pulled out from under him, and the bare skin on the upper half of his body had not changed at this time, except for the few cuts that had been cut open by the fat man, of course.

The obvious change is that its entire palm has turned blue-black, as if it has been stagnated with blood, but the depth of color is beyond the color of a bruise.

The fat man looked at it and snorted a few more times. After that, he asked me to hold the wrist of the mysterious man's corpse, and I didn't understand what he meant, but I still did it.

In the end, what I didn't expect was that the fat man actually waved his knife and wanted to cut it down.

"What do you want to do, it's not good to cut people's hands." I yelled, stopping the fat man.

"I'll cut off a little thumb, and you'll be done."

"What do you want this for, cured bacon?" I asked.

"Fuck you, don't be so disgusting, okay, I think the condition of this corpse is really strange, get a piece back and let people study it. See what the hell is going on. ”

There is nothing wrong with what the fat man said, at first glance it feels a little reasonable, but I still feel a little perverted, and I made it clear as soon as I let go.

The fat man had no choice but to do it himself, stepped on the wrist of the corpse, and with a wave of the fishing knife, one of the joints of the corpse's little thumb was cut off.

The inside of the bone, like the outside, is completely black, and the lesion has invaded the bone marrow. In other words, the lesion begins to spread from the bone marrow.

The fat man took out the small sealed bag, obviously he was also very disgusted, and it took several layers in a row before he put it in his pocket with confidence.

It took us about ten minutes to finish all this. When I looked back at the corpse again, I found a very graphic scene.

The rate of this lesion is very fast, but it is now more appropriate to say that it is decaying. Areas with skin begin to slowly fester, and areas without most of the skin have purulged into fluid.

If the skin is intact, then his current state should be swollen, and then decay and collapse, which is a normal process, but it will take at least a few weeks or more, but at this time, the decomposition process of this corpse is only ten minutes.

In an instant, the man was a black skeleton of bones, as if he had been dead for hundreds of thousands of years, pus flowing down the corpse's clothes, and nothing but this extremely disgusting wreckage.

I was still watching, and the fat man beckoned me to go quickly, and when I turned around, he was already trying to climb up, and I looked over and saw that there was nothing to grasp in this place.

"You've got to fly up like that buddy just now." I looked at the fat man standing at the mouth of the passage at a loss, and teased.

The fat man sighed: "You kid, don't say cool things, if this was a few years ago, I would have been able to jump on it, and in the past few years, the focus has been on my mouth, and my figure has not been lost." ”

I looked outside and figured out how to climb up easily. There are many protruding sockets on the bearing in the center, and as long as we can reach that place and find the rhythm of the rotating wooden beam, we can climb to the top very calmly.

I pointed to the socket on the central axle post and said, "Where can I climb up?" ”

The fat man glanced at it, sneered and said, "I'm not blind, so tell me how to get over." ”

I sighed and pulled the fat man forward. We still have two floors below to the water, these two floors also have support beams that drive the cabin to rotate, our height is only three meters from the next floor, and the support beams on the lower level rotate faster than us, as long as we find a good rhythm, and when the wooden beams turn to us, we just need to jump down.

"Here," the fat man said, looking at it.

As soon as he had finished speaking, the spinning wooden beam turned towards us, and the fat man set an example in front, and when the wooden beam was still some distance below the entrance of the passage, he was ready to jump, and the moment the wooden beam arrived, he flew out.

After a creaking sound of a wooden beam, the fat man landed firmly on it. The beams were wide enough for us to go down together, but in the end I lost the guts and retreated.

The fat man scolded on the wooden beam, but because of the space, the sound reflection was uneven, and after the distance, I could no longer hear clearly.

By the time he turned back again, it had been less than two minutes. I stood on the edge of the passage, gritted my teeth and rushed down.

I just felt that the calf bone was about to break, and I jumped down at this height, plus the bottom itself was rotating, so I fell to the ground and ate.

After being pulled up by the fat man, we stumbled towards the pivot in the center.

Because the speed of the water flow is not uniform, in order to keep the central axis moving at a uniform speed, it is necessary to install a variable speed device so that the whole process can be kept even.

I put my ear on the central axis, and the axis of rotation in the center was about three people around. As soon as I put it on, the clicking sound became clearer in my ears, and the root of that sound was this central axis.

The inside of the central shaft should be hollow, and there must be a solid wooden shaft inside, which is connected to the underwater impeller, and the kinetic energy is converted into gears in the hollow outer shaft, which makes the central shaft of the wooden beam rotate smoothly.

The fat man saw me lying on the pillar for a long time, so he beckoned me to climb up: "Don't study, hurry up." ”

I didn't have the heart to say anything, so I followed him up to the central axis along the bulge that resembled a horse's tooth socket. Three or four meters above, we hit a wooden beam above our heads.

Where the two timber beams connect to the central axis is a one-foot-wide gap, which is the dividing point between the two floors, and the rotation speed also changes from here to the next floor.

Because the speed is not synchronized, we have been preparing below for a long time but have not found any opportunities. The fat man tried several times, and finally caught the socket, but before he could climb up in a hurry, he was carried by the shaft above and spun.

Just as I watched him almost slide down a few times, he finally gritted his teeth and climbed up hard. After a few more laps around the upper floor, he grabbed me, and when my arm was about to break off, I finally climbed to the upper floor.