Chapter 45: What I Exchanged for My Life (Part I)

The bones of the child on the ground looked much smaller than the two I had encountered before, and this one looked like he was only six or seven years old. The hand bones have the characteristics of the Murong family, the three fingers in the middle are long, the head is facing the exit direction, it looks like it is running out, and both hands are holding an iron pipe in front of the chest, the iron pipe is held horizontally, stuck at the narrow passage mouth.

"My day, Xiao Qi, do you understand? This kid is so fucking dead-eyed, isn't he a little stupid? He was stuck in the passage with the iron pipe he was holding, so he died here. ”

In fact, there is no need to say it, I also saw this scene in front of me, it seems that this child was also drowned in the water, even if the iron pipe in his hand is not stuck in the narrow passage, I think, he will not be able to escape, and may die in another passage like the two children I saw before.

At this time, I didn't pay attention to the cause of his death, but wondered how these children of the Murong family could be here. If I just said that the two children I met before came in by chance to play, I could have reluctantly accepted it, but now there is a third child's bones, and it is in a different place, so how can this be explained?

"Old prostitute, do you still think it's an exit inside?" I asked.

The old prostitute shook her head and didn't speak, she turned to look into the depths of the darkness, I don't know what he was thinking, but I thought that at this time he should have an idea with me, there would be no exit here, more like an entrance to the inside.

From the direction where the child's bones escaped, it is not difficult to see that he was going to run out of the coffin with the iron pipe, not to run inside.

Once again, I took a closer look at the child's bones, and when my eyes caught eye on the iron pipe, I suddenly felt that there was something unusual about it. An answer arose in my mind, and in order to prove it, I had to move the child's bones.

When I tried to break the fingers of the child's bones, I found that his fingers were gripping the iron pipe tightly, as if they were holding it with his life.

I began to understand that this child refused to let go of the iron pipe before he died.

"Old prostitute, what do you think is the difference between the iron pipe in this child's hand?"

"What's different?" After the old prostitute asked, she immediately turned around, looked at the iron pipe in the bones, and then said, "It's no different, isn't this the same as the ones outside?" ”

"No, it's different, what do you see on this wall?" I said, pointing my finger into the end of the wall with an iron pipe.

The old prostitute looked in the direction of my finger, and when she saw it, she used her hand to break it and pull out the thing that was stuck in the wall. He looked at it and said, "It's nothing, it's just the kind of wooden cork outside." ”

After speaking, the old prostitute herself was puzzled, and involuntarily said: "My god, how should this shitty thing get into the wall?" ”

"Old prostitute, let me tell me what I think, and you can see if that's the case. The wooden plug you are holding in your hand was originally blocked in this iron pipe, and when this child encountered any danger inside, to be precise, it should be that the water rushed from it, so he ran out with this iron pipe. ”

The old prostitute looked at me and nodded, agreeing with what I said, and I continued: "It seems that the passage inside should be of this width, so the child will run horizontally with the iron pipe, but when he ran here, the passage became narrower, and the iron pipe held horizontally was just blocking the walls on the left and right sides, causing him to fail to run out of the gang in time, and at this time, the water flowing in quickly behind had arrived, and the water formed a second forward impact, which should have washed the child out of the curl. But the kid didn't let go of the hand holding the iron pipe, so he died here, and the iron pipe was firmly stuck in the wall after several impacts. The wooden plug in your hand should have crashed into it at that time, and it is estimated that it was also the iron pipe that broke away when the water receded. ”

"Oh my god, you mean, this iron pipe was very important at that time, so this kid didn't let go."

I nodded and continued, "There must be something in the iron pipe, otherwise he wouldn't have to hold on to death." ”

The old prostitute tried to take the iron pipe out of the child's bones, but after several attempts, she couldn't get it down, and she didn't want to pull the iron pipe out unless she kicked the child's bones to pieces.

But in the face of the child's bones, the old prostitute and I couldn't bear to do it, after all, the dead were the biggest, and this child died miserably enough, I really didn't want to destroy his bones again.

"Old prostitute, I don't think it's better to take it, you won't necessarily find anything when you take it down, if there was something in the iron pipe at that time, it may not be available now, maybe it has been washed away by the water a long time ago." I said.

"Oh my god, what are these kids doing here? Is it just for what's in the iron pipe? ”

"It looks like it should be, it seems that there must be something here, otherwise there will be no bones of 3 children, maybe what we see is only one-sided, maybe there are still bones of children inside." I said.

"Damn, these are the children of the Murong family, it's not good that they are still related to Zhanzhao, why did they all go to the ground at such a young age, and Zhanzhao and their family are so short of people? Others say I'm bad enough for a prostitute, but I'm not fucking bad enough to use a child to go to the ground, and your mother is a pure beast. The old prostitute scolded.

Listening to the words of the old prostitute scolding the little wolf family, it reminded me of what the little wolf said before, any decision of the Murong family is for their mission, maybe the bones of these three children also have what kind of mission. If this is really the case, I think the Murong family is a bit too harsh, they are just children, they should be the happiest and most beautiful time, and they should not be deprived of their childhood for the so-called family mission.

I don't know what their parents think, how could they let their children go to the ground at such a young age. Just ask the world, what parent doesn't love their children, even if it is for the permanent mission of the family, it won't care about the life and death of their children.

"What's in this iron pipe? Is it that important? Damn, what's more important in this world than life? If I want me to say that the only thing that is more important than life is the life of my own children, and parents can die for their children, but I don't see a trace of so-called father's love and mother's love here. The old prostitute asked herself.

The old prostitute and I looked into the dark depths of the passage, and the two of us looked at each other, and without a word of exchange, we understood what the other meant.

At the moment, the two of us thought the same, we both wanted to go in and see, and we both wanted to know what was inside the road. I glanced back at the entrance of the passage, and the old prostitute said: "Xiao Moyan is safe there, it is estimated that she will not wake up for a while, let's go in and have a look, I want to know what is in the Dao, and it can be exchanged for the child's life." ”