I turned my head and found that this was a dead end, I couldn't see the severed finger that was still half hanging in the air, the door of the trestle was closed, this door was very large, I looked up to see the door eyebrows, there was no decoration here, only some small and ordinary carvings.

I pushed the wooden door, but it didn't open. But the door is not locked from the inside. If there was a gear lever behind the door, it would have felt like the wall when I pushed it up, but when I pushed the door up, the door was slightly dented in, and then it seemed to be pushed back by something.

It felt like someone was standing behind the door, with their back against the panel, against the force I was pressing on. After playing in the classroom after an hour, I often had the experience of deliberately blocking the door to prevent other little rabbits from entering, but I always forgot to open my ears at the end of the game, and the result was a violent beating by the bald teacher with a bamboo stick in his hand.

There must be something behind this door, and it doesn't actually use force, but just blocks it with its body. I was sure that with a little effort, the door would open, but when I put my hand on the door for a long time, I didn't continue to press it down.

The carved window on the door was covered with a thick layer of material, like cloth, and a bit like paper, but it was certainly not the latter. It was supposed to be cloth that was glued to the window, the coarsest linen, and these cloths must have been treated, probably boiled in tung oil, and now that they had become all bark, I dug around and found a signal stick, and only poked it in the gap where there was a gap, and immediately a large piece of dry skin fell.

I directly lit up the signal stick, and said that it didn't matter what he was, he would burn him to death, and threw the signal stick into it, and the fire of the signal stick was very bright, and the fabric pasted on the window was faintly red.

There was no movement in the door for a long time, the signal rod burned for more than twenty seconds, and after a few flashes of red light, the tangle building returned to darkness, the only thing left was large, only a burst of burnt smell wafting out of a hollow.

Seeing this scene, I have already determined one thing, there is a dead thing behind the door, if it is not a dead thing, then the high temperature of four or five hundred degrees of the signal rod will definitely leave a big hole in the body of the thing behind the door. I don't believe anyone can hold this pain. The building is made of wood except for the foundation, and there is some sound when you move around a little, but there is no other movement except for the sound of the signal rod burning.

I kicked open the door of the trestle, which was not much different from what I had guessed, and the resistance behind the door was only in the first half, but it was immediately carried out by the door panel. The door creaked, and there was a rattle on the wooden floor behind it.

My headlight immediately shone in, the space of the trestle is not large, twenty or thirty steps away, and immediately the light of the headlamp hit a black mass on the ground, and the fuck is a dead man?

I immediately stepped into the trestle, and immediately was smoked out of the trestle by a strange smell, it was an indescribable smell, some like rotten eggs, I cursed, and regretted it a little, the fire of the signal rod may have burned the hair of the dead man, this smell made me almost gag, I patted it with my backpack, and then re-entered the trestle.

There is no clutter on the ground, only an old dead man, with the experience of moving those corpses, I have no fear of corpses, and this one has mostly become dry corpses and white bones, so I simply kicked the corpse on the ground.

As soon as I got on my feet, I snorted, and immediately stepped back, this guy had some problems with the weight, if it was a dry corpse, it was unlikely to have this weight, and I kicked it up and felt a little fat.

When I was about to take a look, I suddenly found that the corpse's wrist flashed twice, and the light was green, which was a little weird, but because of the brightness of the head light, it was also a flash and there was no brightness.

I raised my hand and looked at my wrist, and immediately, I noticed a problem, the position and brightness, it seems to be a simple diving watch carried on a diving suit, this thing is fixed to the wrist of the diving suit, it is not a good thing, it does not have many functions as a separate purchase, but it is still not a big problem as an emergency object.

I didn't think about anything else, I immediately went up, and when the light shone on the face of the corpse, I was surprised to find that this person was actually Master Ma, and I gasped. The signal rod fell on Master Ma's abdomen, and the flames burned through the diving suit on Master Ma's abdomen, and a large piece of black had been burned out of his already shriveled belly, and the skin was already broken.

What's going on with this guy, I was stunned for a while, Master Ma will die is something I expected a long time ago, after I didn't see his headlight again shortly after I just went ashore, I was already ready to build in my heart, but seeing this guy die here, all my previous expectations seemed to have been completely messed up, this guy ......

I was just in the dizziness of my head, but I suddenly felt a warm feeling on the back of my hand, I was frightened, immediately withdrew my hand, and then moved my gaze to the position where the palm of my hand stayed just now, which was less than three inches in front of Master Ma's mouth and nose.

I only hesitated a little in my heart, and immediately figured out something, almost instantly, I put my hand on Master Ma's neck, the temperature in this underground cavity is slightly lower, although it is stuffy, but the temperature of the body and the temperature of the air are different. My hands were icy, but when I touched Master Ma's neck, I was burned. This grandson was boiling hot, and I gasped again, this guy is not dead. The major artery in his neck is still beating again and again, and the most important thing is that his breathing is still very steady, and the breath just now is like snoring from sleep.

I recalled his previous actions, not leaning against the door to die, but his mother leaning against the door and falling asleep, but this guy is too good to sleep, his belly is cooked, and he can still fall asleep soundly.

When I think about it, it's not right, this person's body temperature is too high, it's not normal at all, and I now have some doubts about whether Master Ma was burned and fainted. Fever is not a good thing, not to mention in this kind of place, the key is not to know what the cause is, in case it is caused by bacteria or infection, then I am really no different from seeing a corpse.

I checked Master Ma's body, and I have been a fake doctor all the way, first saving the fat man, and then another one. Master Ma didn't have any major injuries on his body, they were all slight scratches, and those wounds were white, and at a glance, he knew that he had made them in the water, and they rose when he soaked in the water.

The only relatively large wound is the belly that has been roasted to the signal stick, and a large area of burns will indeed cause infection, and the reaction after that is a fever, but this guy's wound was burned by me just now, and the wound is hard in a large lump, and the subcutaneous oil in those places is directly dried by me at high temperature, and in the end, at most a hole is left, and the skin does not fall off, this stubble is unlikely.

I didn't have any other way, so I rummaged in my bag, and when I searched it, I saw some medicines in it, but now I look at it, it turns out to be a large package of painkillers, this amount is used by his mother to commit suicide, and the rest are some heat-clearing and detoxification capsules, and the rest are banlangen that is no different from drinks.

I found the water bag in my bag, fed Master Ma two painkillers, and took a little bit of the rest and stuffed it into his mouth.

By the time I was done, I was already covered in sweat, Master Ma didn't weigh much, but I don't know if it was because the air quality in this place was not very good or something else, I just tossed a few times, and the place wrapped in the wetsuit was covered in stinky sweat.

At this moment, I remembered the severed finger, if it was said that Master Ma was here, then most of the noise just now might have been made by someone, but Master Ma was like this, and it seemed unlikely that it would be him, and after thinking about it, maybe it was the bald head and his few horses.

I moved Master Ma to the corner of the trestle, the wall of the trestle is half-height masonry, the upper part is wood, and the floor is also wood, but when I step on it, I know that the next layer is a hard foundation, and I dragged Master Ma to the corner like a dead pig, and I took the searchlight and walked to the place where the trestle and the corridor are connected.

This is a not too big open door, the door is not equipped with a door panel, I looked at it at a glance, the space in this corridor is about the same as the ship freight container, whether it is the length and height are the same, walk in a little reluctantly, the top is very low, I thought that the top of the beam should be empty, I didn't expect this place to be equipped with a layer of partitions, resulting in the highest place in the entire corridor is only two meters seven or eight.

The headlights are still very useful in such a small space, and when I looked over, I saw the room on the opposite stack. This empty corridor immediately aroused my suspicions, could it be that the grandson fell to his death? It's good to fall to death. But I still don't quite believe that someone so nervous can die on this.

It was strange again, and I was distressed, but I didn't show it, and walked a few steps on the creaking floor of the corridor.

The sound was familiar, and it was because of this sound that I stopped, and it seemed that someone had just stepped on this wooden beam, and it was the strange sound that came out.

Thinking of these endless things, I had already reached the center of the corridor in a few steps, and estimated the distance, almost where I threw a rope with a broken finger.

The windows here are not opened, the style of the windows is very complicated, they are all small carvings, there are buckles on the windows, this kind of buckle is very strange, I tossed for a long time before the window bolt was opened, all the wooden structures here are the same, if there are people to maintain it all the year round, it is okay on the building structure, it is not down now, it must also be from the masters, but the wood is dry to death, one hand open, or that kind of creaking sound.

For a while, the sound exploded, and the dust was raised everywhere, and I was nervous, and I looked left and right, but there was nothing, and then I put my mind at ease and poked my head out. I circled around the outside twice, and there was no rope hanging in the air, I looked, this direction is no problem, I was puzzled, I looked down, I saw a circle of rope rolled on the ground, it was a broken finger umbrella rope, I gasped sharply, and said that this bastard really fell to death. Just as I was wondering why there were no bodies on the ground, I heard a coherent "creaking ......" from the corridor behind me