When the leg with a fine tan hair rolled out of the sand, my eyes straightened, and I subconsciously felt dangerous.

I didn't dare to stop at all, dragged the person pretending to be Zhang Momo, and ran several meters behind in one breath.

When I ran out, the tumbling sand gradually calmed down. I could see the legs and torso rising and falling in the sand. At this time, I finally calmed down a little, and the strong sense of crisis slowly disappeared. For I could see that the legs, covered with fine brown hairs, and the torso to which they were attached, were as stiff as a piece of wood.

It must have been a person, a dead man.

The sand slowly rose and fell for a while, and finally subsided completely. Only the man in the sand remained, half of his body exposed, half of his body still buried in the sand.

As soon as the sand calmed down, all the sounds disappeared with it. I dragged the man to Lao Wang, then turned around and jumped and gestured at Xiao Mao.

Xiao Mao rode a camel and walked slowly from that side. Lao Wang and the man still haven't woken up, but I don't think they will die, Xiao Mao took a little glucose, melted it in the water, and fed them both again.

"The two of them were just circling around that piece just now." I pointed to the sand that had calmed down, and said to Xiao Mao, "Is it strange that a dead man has risen under the sand?" ”

"It's weird."

Lao Wang and the two of them are hungry and thirsty, but their consciousness should be awake, however, if their consciousness is sober and they are still spinning in circles here, things will not be right.

More importantly, what is the force that is turning such a large patch of sand until it turns over the corpse under the sand?

I had a headache, but it was already in front of me. Lao Wang and this man kept going around here, and if I found out, I would definitely run over, and when I ran over, the sand began to turn, turning over the corpses in the depths of the sand, and the sand subsided again.

All this shows that the appearance of this corpse is the focus of the point.

My heart is still a little weak, the corpse in the sand, I haven't looked closely, but the brown fine hairs on the corpse's legs, like thousands of sharp steel needles, pierced my eyes. With my back to Xiao Mao, I quietly untied the sand-proof shoe covers, and this operation lasted for more than 20 days. By the time I lifted my trousers, the tan hair on my ankles that had been shaved off was thick and long.

I felt dizzy in front of my eyes, and now even I couldn't tell if the tan hairs on my ankles were the same as the hairs on the legs of the corpse in the sand.

I shook my head and put the sand jacket back up. Xiao Mao stood and looked at it more than ten meters away, turned his head and said to me, "What are you going to do?" ”

"I don't know, this matter can't be said clearly, it always makes people feel very messy."

"I'll give you a personal suggestion." Xiao Mao thought for a while and said, "There are some things that I can't know, and I don't want to know, because it has nothing to do with me, and after I know, the consequences may be even worse." However, if this matter finally appears in front of me through various means, I think it should be taken a look. ”

"yes, you can't just hide, right?"

I got up and walked towards the corpse, the sand had just tumbled up and down, it must have been very weak, and I had to sink into it if I stepped on it, I took a piece of rope and tied a hook, and stood several meters away, and it took me a few minutes to hook the corpse.

The clothes on the corpse were rotten and mottled, and I don't know how long it had been dead. By the time I hooked him over, the fine hair on his exposed leg was a little shocking.

I originally thought that the people who died in this place would eventually be slowly dried under the action of the climate and turned into a dried corpse like bacon, but when I actually hooked the corpse, I found that the limbs and joints of the corpse were stiff, but the corpse was not completely dehydrated, and the skin and flesh were even elastic.

"Xiao Mao, help me take a look."

Xiao Mao walked slowly from there and turned over the corpse lying on the ground with a shovel. There was no backpack on the body, and there was nothing to be seen on it. His face was stained with a patch of dry sand, and the sand didn't know if it had stuck to the man's face when he was bleeding, and it had turned into a layer of dry and hard blood scabs.

"Can you tell how long you've been dead?"

"It's kind of weird." Xiao Mao gently flipped through the clothes on the corpse that had not yet been rotten: "When he just died, it should have happened to rain a little, and if there was no moisture, the clothes would not be rotten and mottled." Judging by the extent of the damage to the clothes, it has been dead for at least three or five years, at least three or five years. But ......"

I know what Xiao Mao is wondering, the corpse that has been dead for at least three or five years, no matter what the natural environment, will be rotten or dehydrated. However, the corpse was dehydrated, but it did not lose all its moisture, and the flesh did remain elastic. It looks like the corpse has just died, but according to the actual situation, it is not like this.

"If the time of death cannot be determined, the cause of death cannot be determined."

"It's hard to determine, it's almost impossible to find out the cause of death, so don't bother with it."

I was talking to Xiao Mao, but my heart was up and down, and I couldn't calm down. My eyes kept sweeping over his legs, and the fine tan hairs made me panic.

There was nothing strange about the corpse itself, and we observed it for a while before we began to look further.

The corpse had more than one leg with fine tan hairs, and when you slowly opened the clothes on his body, you could find that his two legs, along with his waist and two arms, were covered with this fine hair.

When I saw this, I already felt breathless, whether I admit it or not, the fine hairs on the corpse are exactly the same as the fine hairs on my ankles.

I can now be sure that this nameless corpse must have been bitten by demonic bugs during its lifetime. I knew that there would be serious consequences after being bitten by a demon bug, and I had imagined countless times what that would be. But 10,000 times is not as good as seeing it with my own eyes, and when I look at the dense brown hairs on this corpse, I am about to collapse.

If you can't find a solution, then people who have been bitten by demon insects will continue to grow such fine hairs.

I couldn't help but be in a daze, and Xiao Mao carefully rummaged through the contents of the corpse. The corpse did not carry equipment and provisions, and even the things on its body were very few, and after turning it over for a while, Xiao Mao turned out half a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

This was probably the only thing the body carried, nothing but cigarettes and matches.

"He has half a box of cigarettes on him." Xiao Mao put the cigarette and match on the ground and said, "This person is either crazy, or for some reason, he got lost with the team." Otherwise, it would be impossible to run here without anything. ”

I was interrupted by Xiao Mao's words, twisted my face and glanced at it, and this time I looked at it, and my nerves were stimulated again. It was as if his vision and mind had been physically injured at the same time, and every organ in his body was faintly spasmed as if he had been electrocuted.

The corpse was filled with half a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes.

"Look at his face! Look at what he looks like! "I can't forget that when I met that 5, the cigarette he smoked was the Yellow Crane Tower, and the cigarette I smoked was the same brand.

In this world, there must be a lot of people who smoke the Yellow Crane Tower, but I can't accept this coincidence.

I couldn't control my emotions, and I reached out to pick off the scab-like dirt on the corpse's face. But as soon as I stretched out my hand, Xiao Mao stopped me.

"If you want to see what he looks like, you can't tear it like this, this layer of scabs has already been pasted on the face, and if you tear it hard, you will tear off a large piece of the belt meat."

Xiao Mao could see that my mood fluctuated a lot, and he didn't ask why, he took a little water and poured it on the corpse's face. When the water slowly soaked in, he used a knife to slowly scrape off the scab layer bit by bit.

I sat next to it, took my yellow crane tower out of my pocket, and lit one. The smoke curled up, and through the smoke, I felt as if I saw this man sitting here smoking a cigarette just like me a few years ago.

I didn't dare to think about it, my mind was in a trance, I thought that one day, I would also sit here alone, slowly smoking, slowly waiting for death.

Perhaps many years later, someone will pass by here, dig up my body, and find out from my body the Yellow Crane Tower, which has not yet finished half a pack......

"Give me a flashlight."

I was thinking nonsense, and Xiao Mao called me next to me. I came back to my senses and took a flashlight from my body and gave it to him.

The scabs on the corpse's face are relatively thick, so you can only keep pouring water to let the scabs slowly soften. However, the scabs on his forehead were few and thin, and Xiao Mao cleaned the top of his forehead with a knife.

"What did you find?" I leaned over to Xiao Mao to watch.

"I'm not sure, let's give it a try." Xiao Mao adjusted the light of the flashlight to the brightest, and then pressed it close to the corpse's forehead.

Under the close illumination of the strong light, the skin on the forehead of the corpse seemed to be illuminated. I kept watching Xiao Mao's movements, and when the flashlight almost touched the corpse's head, my eyes suddenly froze.

"He? His bones? I couldn't believe my eyes, and I couldn't help but ask Xiao Mao: "Why are his bones like this?" ”

"This is a very awesome person." Xiao Mao took the flashlight, pulled out the distance a little, brought the light closer, gently turned around on the corpse's forehead, and said, "This bone on his forehead is transparent." ”