The appearance of the elder brother's dagger in the hands of the old prostitute is definitely an unexpected situation. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

How could this dagger end up in the hands of the old prostitute? Did the two of them meet here? Or did the senior brother give the dagger to the old prostitute before?

No, there was no dagger in the equipment we brought before, and I have never seen anything from the elder brother, and this dagger must have been obtained by the elder prostitute after he arrived here. That was my initial thought, and I think it's the most plausible explanation.

I glanced at the old prostitute, and I felt the urge to wake him up immediately, but I held back, feeling that I shouldn't think about it now, after all, the old prostitute's injuries have not yet been clarified, and I really shouldn't be distracted to think about the dagger. What's more, no matter where the old prostitute got this dagger, as soon as he wakes up, he will definitely tell me.

In order to be able to see the injuries on the old prostitute's body, I took off all the bloodstained clothes on the old prostitute's body. When I was helping him undress, I found that his clothes were in tatters, and there were countless cuts on his clothes, the longest of which was more than ten centimeters long. Then I wiped the blood off his body with water, but of course I just used a bottle of water, and it wasn't clean. There's no way to survive here, and I don't dare to waste more water without it.

Although it was only a bottle of water, it was enough for me to see the old prostitute's injuries, there were several obvious bruises on his chest, as well as a few scratches, and two broken ribs, but I don't know if it hurt his internal organs. However, his back injuries were more serious, not only bruises, but also several scratches.

These wounds did not look like knife wounds, but rather from the claws of animals, especially his two shoulders, which were very dense, and the flesh had been turned out in many places. There were also some scratches on the arms and on the top of the head, but not as badly as on the shoulders. There was a visible scar on the left leg, but fortunately it didn't hurt the bone, but it looked like it was in pain.

I pulled out a vial of iodophor from my backpack, but there were no cotton balls, so I had to apply it to the wound with my hands. I could feel the pain when I was de-inflammating the wound, because every time I touched the wound of the old prostitute, his body would tremble.

After briefly treating all the wounds on his body, I carefully observed his mouth and found that there was no blood in his mouth, and it seemed that there should be no internal organs. I took off my clothes and covered the old prostitute, and made the fire a little hotter, hoping to warm the old prostitute a little. Then I fed him some more water, but I didn't wake him up immediately, and although I couldn't wait to know what had happened to him, I couldn't ignore his safety, and what he needed most now was rest.

Waiting for a person to wake up is the most painful thing, because this kind of waiting is indefinite, maybe a few minutes, maybe hours, maybe longer, this is the most painful thing. Of course, I have a way to make her wake up immediately, but I can't do that.

I thought that the same thing would not happen again in my life, but now it has happened again, and I can never forget the time when I waited for the old prostitute to wake up in Xinjiang, it was really torture. Now this kind of torturous thing happened to me again, it was still the same two people, or I waited for the old prostitute to wake up, but this time the location changed, no longer a clinic with beautiful women, and the surrounding area became a coffin full of bamboo slips.

Sometimes when I think about it, I want to swap with my old prostitute, let him wait for me to wake up, and let him taste the pain of waiting. But I think that the old prostitute may not be in pain, and maybe he will not care when I wake up, because he has an open-minded heart, and what I lack is this open-minded heart.

I held the dagger in my hand, I really had mixed feelings, I didn't know what it was like, and countless memories of Faqiumen came to me one after another. However, I must admit that people change, and over time, there will be subtle changes in the emotions towards a person. I have several incomprehensible psychological states about the appearance of the big brother dagger. First of all, anxious, eager to know how this dagger old prostitute got it? After that, he was calm, feeling that what appeared was just a dagger, which might not mean anything. In the end, there was a rejection mentality, unwilling to accept that this dagger belonged to the senior brother, and even more unwilling to accept the dagger that the old prostitute only got here.

There is a reason for the rejection mentality, the elder brother never loses anything, and the things that are close to him are never lost. What's more, this dagger has a deep meaning to him, this is his confirmation in Faqiumen, something that he has never left in the tomb for so many years, so it suddenly appeared in the hands of the old prostitute, which makes me a little difficult to accept, because this is likely to mean that something has happened to the senior brother.

I really didn't dare to think about it anymore, because the more I thought about it, the more I thought about the bad side, and I was really afraid that everything I imagined would become a reality.

Time passed by minute by second, and during this time, in addition to keeping the fire vigorous, I kept observing the state of the old prostitute.

People feel sleepy in a warm environment, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

Fortunately, I didn't sleep for long, and when I woke up, the old prostitute hadn't woken up yet, but his face was much better than just now.

The elder brother's dagger was placed beside the fire, and the dagger glittered in the light of the flickering fire. I picked up the dagger and fiddled with it in my hand for a while, with infinite emotion and nostalgia in my heart, missing the meticulous care that my senior brother had given me in the past.

After more than 30 minutes, the old prostitute finally woke up. He opened his eyes, looked at me, and then his gaze on the dagger in my hand, but he didn't mean to sit up.

"You're finally awake, can you tell me where this dagger came from?"

I regretted it a little after asking this sentence, this may be what I want to say the most in my heart, but I shouldn't say it at this moment, at least I should ask the old prostitute about her physical condition first, and then I can understand the other conditions, which is the least respect for my friend and brother.

The old prostitute looked at me, a little dazed, and seemed a little surprised by the first thing I said. After more than ten seconds, he said, "Can I sleep a little longer?" I'll tell you when I'm awake. ”

The old prostitute's answer was not what I expected, I thought that this guy would talk to me directly, or ask for water and food, but I didn't expect this guy's first sentence to be to sleep again.

Since he offered to sleep again, I couldn't refuse, after all, he was not lightly injured, and I felt that things might not be as bad as I thought. The old prostitute is a person who knows what to expect, and if there is anything serious, he will definitely say it as soon as possible. So he didn't rush to talk about the dagger, but gave me a reassuring pill and relaxed my tense nerves.

After the old lady closed her eyes, I kept watching him, not that I wanted to watch him sleep, but that it was just the two of us, and I really didn't know what to watch except him, and I wanted him to wake up sooner.

But just after looking at him for these times, I found a problem, the old prostitute was a little wrong, just now he said that he wanted to sleep again, but he didn't sleep at all, at best, he was closing his eyes to recuperate, and I couldn't see that he was a little sleepy.

Seeing the old prostitute like this, I suddenly became a little hairy, and a very bad premonition arose. I seriously suspect that the old prostitute is deliberately avoiding my question, he must have something to hide from me, and he doesn't seem to have thought of a reason yet, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately said that he would sleep again.

"Old prostitute, if you can't sleep, tell me, what happened to you after we separated? How could he be so badly injured? And how did this dagger end up in your hands? "I really don't want to beat around the bush, so I just said all the questions in my heart at once.

The old prostitute opened her eyes and looked at me again, and then said, "Bring me something to eat."

He asked me to sit him up, I fed her some water and food, and then told me what had happened after we had separated.

The old prostitute said that in fact, he didn't know where we got separated from, he just ran after the light all the way, and he didn't care when I lost it. He thought I was going to follow the mark he had left behind, but he didn't expect that there was a light that was also attracting me.

The old prostitute chased the light without stopping, and confirmed that the other party was a person, and whenever he wanted to catch up with that person, the other party began to turn, and then threw him away for a distance, and so on, always hopeful, but always unable to catch up. Now that I think about it, it was a trap that the other party used to attract him to continue chasing.

The old prostitute said that the other party led him into a trap in this way. It was a large chamber, larger than the space we have now, and at the other end of the chamber, there was a passage. The old prostitute didn't know how he ran into the secret room, he only knew that he ran in with the bright light, but when he ran into the secret room, the light of the other party was gone, and then there was a sound of a mechanism.

At this time, the old prostitute immediately realized that it was not good, and hurriedly ran back, but before she ran back thirty meters, there was no road, and the passage that she ran in before was blocked by a big stone.

The old prostitute thought that as long as it was not a rock-falling mechanism, he would definitely be able to crack it, and he didn't hear the sound of falling rocks, so he didn't worry too much at that time.

But as he searched for a way to crack the mechanism in the passageway, something unexpected happened, and an irregular noise began to appear on the other side of the chamber. At first it was like footsteps, then there was a grinding sound, but in short, the sound was very weird, not like a human sound.

The old prostitute hurriedly took a flashlight to look into the secret room, and this sight suddenly frightened him into a cold sweat.