I subconsciously followed the fat man's gaze, and the pupils of my eyes suddenly opened, and I saw a scene that I will never forget.

There was a person lying above the pit above his head, this was a man dressed in white, I don't know if it was a man or a woman, because the distance was a little far, the face was a little blurred, but the white hair looked familiar and unfamiliar.

"It's him!" I was taken aback in my heart, and suddenly remembered the person who appeared after Liu Fangliang's death.

The glow of the flashlight shone on the white-haired face, still very blurry, as if I didn't want to see his face clearly.

The white hair just lay at the entrance of the pit and looked down, and the two pairs of cloudy and pale eyes like dead fish stared straight at me, or at least at the fat man.

I saw that the strange white-haired man froze in an instant, standing in place, like a fat man, with his mouth wide open, not moving, and unable to say a word for a long time.

I don't know why such a gray hair suddenly appeared above the pothole.

Is this gray hair the same person who saved me before?

Why is he here?

Why are you staring at me and the fat man?

A series of doubts and mysteries haunted me, and when I came back to my senses, the strange white-haired man disappeared from my sight at some point, as if it had never appeared.

At this time, I saw that the fat man also came to his senses, and he was trying his best to climb down as fast as he could, only hating his father and mother for missing a pair of hands.

"Fatty, how are you? Can you come down? I saw that the fat man moved, and the heart that was originally hanging was gradually falling to the ground at this time, and at the same time opened his mouth and asked.

"Taixuan, hey! It's really evil, I just saw the white-haired uncle lying at the mouth of the pit looking at me, why did he disappear after a while? The fat man on the top of his head shouted to me with some trepidation.

At the mouth of the pit, the strange white-haired man who suddenly appeared, not only did I see it, but the fat man was also startled by this white-haired man.

The fat man climbed down the nylon rope from above, and complained to me below, "Taixuan, you don't know!" That white-haired uncle, that eye staring at me, is really infiltrating! It seems that I want to eat the fat man in one bite. Fat man, I have never seen such a vicious look in my eyes since I was a child, I said, who is that white hair? ”

When I heard the fat man say this, I was even more puzzled, the white hair in the fat man's mouth was exactly the same as what I saw, that is to say, the strange white hair man who appeared at the mouth of the pit was not my own hallucination, but a real existence.

But who is that weird white-haired man? Isn't that the one who saved me before?

Just as I was thinking about it, the voice of the fat man above my head came again, the sound was very close to me, and it seemed that he had climbed to the end of the rope, about three meters above the ground.

"Taixuan, let a vacant lot! It's not that you don't know your fat man's tonnage, if this is smashed down and you become a meat pie, I won't be responsible for the fat man. Listening to my voice, I subconsciously stepped back, but in the process of retreating, I stumbled under my feet, and there seemed to be a hard object behind me that almost tripped me.

I immediately stopped, turned around, crouched down with curiosity, picked up my flashlight and looked at the ground.

I crouched down, and I gasped as my eyes looked down at the ground.

It was a white skull, and a gun was held tightly in the bone.

The more I looked at this gun, the more familiar it felt, and I couldn't help but blurt out: "Isn't this a Wang Ba box?" ”

"What Wang Ba box?" At this time, the fat man who jumped down from mid-air got up from the ground with a muffled snort, and when he saw me squatting down, he couldn't help but step forward and pat me on the shoulder.

I skimmed the pistol I held in the bones of my hand on the ground, took it in my hand, and examined it carefully for a while.

The fat man couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when he saw this retro style gun in my hand.

In terms of guns, the fat man can be said to be half an expert, and he has watched model dramas since he was a child, and he has been exposed to the firearms of the little devils.

He naturally knew the gun in front of him.

We like to call this gun the King Eight Box, but in fact, its scientific name is the Fourteen Year Pistol.

The reason why it is called Wang Ba box, it is because of our hatred of the little devil, in our opinion, Wang Ba is definitely a derogatory term, plus the holster of this gun is indeed like a Wang Ba, so the name of the Wang Ba box is more vivid.

When the fat man saw the Wang Ba box in my hand, his eyes turned green all of a sudden, and he immediately pulled the gun from my hand, pulled the bolt, and said with a snort: "His uncle, you fat man and I have never touched this thing in my life!" This time it's going to be enjoyable. Although more than 70 years have passed, due to the very dry underground environment, this gun is very well preserved, and it is estimated that it can still be used as long as it is loaded. ”

I didn't pay attention to his words, leaned down, and carefully examined the hand bone, and I suddenly found that the wrist fracture of the hand bone was very irregular, not like it had been cut with a knife, which made me puzzled.

After the fat man played with this gun, he simply put it in his arms and used it for self-defense. When he saw that I was observing this hand bone, he walked up in three steps and five steps, and said with some disdain: "I said Commander Liu!" Isn't it just a hand bone, what's there to make a fuss about? ”

I picked up the broken hand bone, pointed to the broken hand bone, and said, "Commissar Wang, have you noticed it, the broken part of this hand bone is very irregular, there is no trace of sharp cutting, and it does not fall off naturally." ”

"Hmmm! It's really evil, hey! The irregularity of the fracture of the hand bone shows that it was not cut off by a knife, and if the knife was cut, the knife marks at the fracture should be very neat, and it was not that the bones of the body naturally fell off after decay after death, but there was only one possibility, that is, it was torn off by a huge force. "Although the fat man's personality is a little rough, but there is a fine in the thick, I may agree with what he said.

But what a powerful force can tear a person's arm alive?

Also, why is there a World War II era little devil's equipment here?

These questions are still unsolvable for the time being.

Coming back to my senses, I threw the skull aside, stood up, and settled down to explore the depths of darkness with the fat man.

I have to say that the space under this pit is very large, and the flashlight shines into the distance into the empty patch, and there is no end in sight.