I calmed my breath for a moment and watched her walk step by step, not knowing what she meant. Oh, the old man, woke me up, scared me again, and didn't see me now? Sister, are you teasing me?

But I immediately remembered that the direction she was going in was not exactly ......

I watched her quietly, and I guess she was walking in the direction we had buried the baby last night. Her shriveled body, as if only a skeleton remained, propped up the clothes on her body, and advanced one foot deep and one foot shallow.

I began to feel that she didn't seem to be much of a threat to me, at least not for the time being.

I continued to look at her, and she walked forward without looking back, making sure she was going that way.

There was a faint feeling of uneasiness in my heart, and the corpse got up and moved, this seems to be different from the nature of the Yin Soldier, what is the principle? Could it be that the Tucker Desert, where LBP and XH are located, are extremely vibrant places that make these dead people angry? Actually, I didn't understand yesterday why that kid suddenly poisoned Abidan.

It didn't take long for the woman to go to the place where we buried the child's bones, and to be honest, I don't know how she found it, but we had leveled the sand last night without a trace, and no one could see it anyway.

I was wondering what she wanted to do, when she suddenly fell to her knees and fell to the ground, her face almost pressed against the sand. It didn't take long for her to lift herself slightly, and with her pale hands, she slashed through the sand, which must have been digging her child.

My heart was shocked, what the hell was she trying to do? Shall I stop her? But I thought about it, how dangerous can a dried corpse be? Let's see what else she has to do next.

Her hand didn't seem to be very strong, and every time she inserted it, she could only bring out a small amount of sand, but yesterday we didn't bury it deeply, about forty or fifty centimeters. She kept digging, and I knew that sooner or later she would dig up those things.

Finally, she stopped digging in the sand, and I knew she had succeeded. Then, she gathered the things in front of her with her hands, and then slowly lifted them up and hugged them to her chest.

I was on her back, and in the night, I couldn't see what she was doing, and my heart said that this posture would not be in ...... Eat? I don't dare to turn on the oil lamp, she doesn't seem to be interested in me at this time, don't turn on the light and make eye contact with me again.

Within a few seconds I saw her body swing, or rather, writhe, for it was not like swaying from side to side as in singing, but as if it was writhing in extreme pain.

Seeing this scene, I was really shocked, is she sad?! If she really had the consciousness to see her flesh and blood become like this, it must be yes!

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little distressed, pity the hearts of parents all over the world, no matter what time it is, no matter what nationality it is, it is the same.

The woman was on the ground, writhing and writhing, as if she was sobbing, weeping, and although I didn't see tears, I didn't hear crying, but I could feel her grief. I even began to feel guilty, but after all, I stood in the position of a living person to protect Abidan, and I had to do this, and I felt a little more helpless.

I watched her quietly, I didn't know what I could do except to be sad with her, if it was a living person, I would definitely comfort her, but she was, alas.

But I think of my experience in LL at that time, they are not unreasonable, and besides, she must have thought when she cries for children, so the gap between her and a sad living person does not seem to be big.

I just thought about it, but I immediately thought, no, for her, I am the murderer of her child, and let her notice me at this time, isn't it okay for me to find trouble? Think about it or forget it.

The dry woman cried for a long time, and I waited quietly for her, saying that I could not go back to sleep, and that if there was any danger, I would have to inform everyone.

She seemed to calm down and slowly stood up, and I became alert, because I had no way of knowing what she was going to do next, so I had to improvise.

She turned slowly and looked at me!

I was so nervous, now that I finally have time to take care of me? I knew that she must have been hostile to me in her heart, and I had done all the preparations and had breath in my throat, and I was running and shouting when she rushed over.

But she didn't seem so fierce, she looked at me, slowly raised her right hand, pointed to the remains in her left hand that was still holding her chest, and then to her stomach, and then to her mouth.

I wasn't stupid either, and I immediately understood what she was trying to say.

But I don't know how to respond to a dead mother.

She didn't ask me to respond, and when she had done that, she turned around and gently put her baby back into the bunker, and she fell backwards to the ground.

I looked at her, what does that mean? It's over?

I waited a little longer, but she still didn't respond.

I'm a little overwhelmed, should I go back to sleep now? No, tomorrow everyone will find a dried corpse lying outside the camp, what's going on? Do I have to go and get her back to the storeroom? To be honest, I was a little afraid to do so.

I stood there for a while, and nothing happened around me. I plucked up the courage to take two steps over there, looked at it, and still didn't respond, so I moved a little closer.

When I was about to get to her, I was really afraid that she would suddenly jump up and not be good for me, and that she would scare me if she didn't talk about any other danger.

Mentally prepared, I slowly approached her, and found that she still didn't move.

I was a little relieved.

On the ground, there seemed to be some sadness at the corner of the mother's mouth, and one of her hands was still in the sand pit, as if caressing her child.

I knew she wanted to tell me that this was the child she was pregnant with, and the child was hungry. I guess she probably died not long after giving birth, and the child died without milk. And that day, seeing the light of day again, the child's instinct made him have an appetite for Abidan's blood. My heart says that there is a difference between life and death, and I can't watch you hurt Abidan. I beg your pardon.

I buried the wreckage in the sand again, thinking about what I had just seen, I couldn't help but think of the years I had with my mother, and tears slowly flowed.

After cleaning up the child, what will this mother do? To be honest, I'm still a little afraid to touch her now, after all, she was still able to move not long ago, and I don't know what kind of state she is in now.

But waiting for dawn is not an option, and besides, it is still early. But now that I'm alone, how do I get her back? Usually transport them, they are assembled in protective boxes, and they are transported as a whole, it is impossible for me to be alone, the boxes are so heavy, and I have no experience.

After thinking about it, there were only two ways in front of me, either to call someone, or to carry the dried corpse back to the warehouse. I looked at the eldest sister who was 4,000 years older than me, and she still couldn't start.

But shouting people, who can I shout? Shouting Team Chen? Explain to him what happened to this kid. Is that called Abidan? She must have fallen asleep by this time, and it would be inappropriate for me to enter someone's "boudoir" like this. After thinking about it, I gritted my teeth, and there were some things that I still had to solve by myself.

I touched her with my hand with a tentative attitude, and I will never forget that feeling in my life. Although the dried corpses here don't have much smell, normal people will respond at this time, right? What's more, I'm not entirely sure she's not going to move anymore.

I thought about it, but I still couldn't make up my mind, it felt so uncomfortable. I had no choice but to go back to the storeroom, turn on the oil lamp, look around carefully, and make sure there was nothing else unusual, so I looked for the box containing her, the top of which was lifted, and the boat-shaped coffin and several small coffin boards inside were all in it. I cleaned up the surroundings and removed a side panel to make it easier to put her in.

I found a big, thick cloth in the storeroom, like a lifesaver, it was heavy, but at least I didn't have to touch the dried corpse directly.

After that, I took great pains to transport her back to the coffin and clean up the scene, and nothing happened in the process, so I won't go into details.

For the next few days, I always couldn't sleep well, worrying about what was happening outside. But after a few days, nothing was unusual, and I gradually calmed down.

But since then, during the excavation process, I have always avoided those coffins, intentionally or unintentionally, and done more things to clean up the sand.

Abidan is quite happy to do this to me, and we work every day anyway, but the excavation of the tomb can be avoided.

In fact, excavating the tomb is very hard, although it is very fulfilling, but cleaning up and drawing are technical work, brain-consuming, but we began to mess up, no need to waste many brain cells, there is more time to idle, all kinds of problems in my life and previous things She is very curious, ask this and that, but I don't have to worry about not being able to find something to say.

Time flew by, and the excavation work of nearly two months was gradually coming to an end.

Team Chen counted the cultural relics, checked and filled in the gaps, and in a few days they moved to the stage of sorting out and researching, which meant returning to the city. The temperature difference between day and night in X province is really large, and it is cold here early, listening to the big brother of the Uyghur people in the team, it has already snowed in the coldest place in the north of X province at this time. After a while, the low temperature will also toss the gold and stone workers, so it is better to complete the task and go back early.

That night, after I finished eating, I sat in a sand dune at the edge of the camp in a thick cotton jacket and watched the stars. The desolation in my eyes during these times makes me miss my livable hometown more and more. I'm a little bit figuring out what to do next.

Abidan suddenly came out of nowhere, startling me. She sat down next to me, opened her big eyes, and asked me, "Who do you want?" Are you thinking about the girl surnamed Xiao? ”

I shook my head: "Not today, I'm homesick, my home is so different from here."