I'm curious, from the mystery I have penetrated, the Zen room of the knife is not in the ghost hand pattern, how can this underground palace appear in this position? Could it be that the person who designed this dungeon had miscalculated the direction? It seems unlikely, he even designed the Jing'er Palace so carefully, how could he make such a low-level mistake in the direction? And there is one thing that I can't figure out, the place where the Zen house should have appeared, but there is only Yongdao, and the location of the Zen house should not appear, but there is a stone gate, what is this ** array?

Seeing that I was in a daze, the doornail knocked on the stone door and asked, "Can you enter?" ”

"Of course!" I retracted my attention and motioned for him to open the door.

The door nail pushed hard, the door shaft of the stone door made a rattling sound, flashed open a door crack, instantly, a strong rancid smell sprayed out from the crack in the door, the door nail was smoked to the face of the face green, holding the tiger statue of the butt is a burst of vomit, I saw his nose a handful of tears, I actually want to say that it is really enjoyable.

After vomiting for a long time, the door nails and eyes were bloodshot, and he panted: "Master, shouldn't it be the toilet of the lama temple behind this door?" ”

I rolled up the scarf and gagged my mouth and nose: "Lama so stinky?" Aren't they vegetarian? ”

"The Yellow Sect has precepts and non-abstinences." The doornail also hurriedly blocked his nose with a scarf, and said in a sullen voice: "Who knows if the lamas here eat meat?" Besides, does it have anything to do with whether or not stinks and whether you eat meat or not? Do you dare to guarantee that if you eat a bunch of strawberries today, your poop will be strawberry flavored tomorrow? ”

"I don't eat strawberries." I laughed and said, "I'm allergic to strawberries, and if I eat too much, my stool will be a lump of strawberry color the next day." ”

The doornail had a flutter of eyeballs, ripped off the scarf and vomited again.

"Don't be so imaginative." I patted him, turned around and took a picture of the stone chamber with a flashlight.

The stone room is not big, it is estimated that it is about the same as the space of the meditation house where the knife lives, and on the ground of the stone room, there are corpses lying on the ground, roughly counting, there are a total of fifteen.

All the corpses were dried and lying stiffly, some of the dried corpses next to each other were already connected together, like a lump of air-dried flesh, and judging by their hair and clothing, they belonged to the same kind of people as the dried corpse in the corridor.

The doornail finally got used to it, his face turned white, and he scolded and probed in: "Oh, I'll go, I'm going to catch up with the pregnancy." As he spoke, he looked at the room full of corpses, and said, "No, I still want to vomit." ”

"Bear with me." I turned the corpse over and said, "As the saying goes, a good man can't bear three bubbles of, don't make yourself prostration, I can't protect you." ”

The doornail retched for a while and said, "Master, I really don't dare to compliment you with this analogy." As he spoke, he took a breath, plucked up his courage and came over: "Why are there so many foreigner corpses here?" As he spoke, he cautiously looked around: "This place is not far from the border, the lamas in the temple can't be pretended to be human traffickers, right?" ”

I gave him a snort and ignored him, as the presence of such a large number of German corpses made me more and more worried about what was mentioned in the surveillance log. I quickly examined all the bodies and found that they had all died from gunshot wounds, and looking at the location of the ballistics, they were all shot through the heart at a forty-five degree angle.

"How so?" I turned my head to look at the doorway.

"What's wrong?" The doornail also looked at the door.

I stood up, walked to the door, and gestured with my hand to shoot the shot: "Everyone, when they were shot, maintained a posture, and they did not put up any resistance in the face of the shooter. ”

"You mean it's a massacre?" The doornail tilted his head: "Don't point at me!" ”

I lowered my hand: "That's right, judging by the ballistics and the position of the deceased, it is. ”

The door nail gaba gaba: "Who the hell kills people so much without blinking?" ”

I pointed out the door: "If I'm not mistaken, the guy who shot should be the guy in the corridor." ”

The doornail glared: "The statue? After speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly added: "That dry corpse?" ”

I nodded, and the doornail pinched my chin and snorted: "According to this, there is not only one person who shoots and kills, after killing someone, someone else kills him, and at the same time, there is a special person to clean up the battlefield and take away everyone's things, including bullets and cartridge cases." ”

"As I expected, it was the accomplices of these men who fired the shots." I tore open the clothes of a dried corpse and began to cut its belly with a dagger: "These people should have been killed quickly and unsuspectingly, and I can't think of anyone else who can do this except my own." ”

Seeing that I was going to dissect the corpse, the doornail hurriedly covered his nose and retreated: "I said master, everyone is dead, don't you just toss around?" Do you still want to cut off a piece of someone's intestine and go back as a souvenir? ”

"I want to see why they were shot en masse." The belly of the dried corpse was harder than the bark of the tree, I wiped my sweat and said: "If I guess correctly, there may be two reasons, the first is that they are interested in getting rich, and some people are moved by bad intentions, obviously the poor here are too lazy to come in, and the first reason is basically nonsense." The second is that these people have to die, in other words, maybe these people are no longer human before they die. ”

"What is not a person?" The doornails suddenly became vigilant.

I tore the dried corpse's stomach open, and the door nail vomited again, probably remembering what I had just said, and finally held it back after holding it for a long time, and my face was very ugly.

After tearing it open, I saw that the stomach of the dried corpse had rotted into a pot of porridge, and all the organs were honeycomb-shaped, covered with tiny holes, and I could see that there were many holes, and there were milky white worms' tails exposed, but the worms were already dead, and they were also shriveled, and they broke with a dagger.

Sure enough, it's this kind of thing. I secretly amazed, cut the palm of my hand with a dagger, walked to the doornail and smeared the blood on his face, he looked at me with a confused expression: "What do you mean? Bloody alliance changed face? ”

"From now on, within five steps to within one step." I wrapped my hands: "You can't touch anything in this dungeon." ”

"In one step?" The doornail looked at his thirty-nine-yard little foot: "Why don't you carry me on your back." ”

"I don't want to be like these dried corpses, so I just do as I say." I took a breath and walked out of the stone chamber.

The doornail glanced at the corpses in disgust, and hurriedly followed: "What the hell is going on?" Makes you so cautious all of a sudden? So saying, he wiped his face.

I slapped his hand away: "How many people queue up to get the blood of the young master, you still dislike it?" I don't want to sell it to you, in this underground palace, there are corpse Gu. "Announcement: This site recommends a free APP, say goodbye to all ads. Please pay attention to the WeChat public account to enter the download and install appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)