The third fat man didn't say that it was okay, as soon as he said that the anger in my heart kept rising. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I really want to ask the bad old man how he did the thing of cannibalism, and how he can stand here again in a frank way. Could it be that the murderer really has a habit of returning to the crime scene after the murder? Will he also secretly admire himself while watching?

The second uncle saw my impatience, gently hugged my shoulders and squeezed it comfortably, and I even felt aggrieved in the second uncle's way of comforting the child, and even wanted to cry loudly. I raised my head to talk to my second uncle about my thoughts, but I fell unconscious as soon as I fell forward under his loving eyes, and the last scene left to me before I fell unconscious was still the painful look of the bad old man.

I don't remember how long I was unconscious, only that I was knocked unconscious by my second uncle's palm. He knew that everything in the past few days was my first experience, and I didn't dare to relax for a moment, even when there was no danger, I tensed my nerves. If people are not relieved in an anxious state, they will go crazy. He didn't want me to go crazy, just as I didn't want anything to happen to him when he was fighting.

And in a coma, I was also full of fear. Afraid that something will happen to the second and third uncles, afraid of knowing something that shouldn't be known, and even afraid that the people around him will die suddenly. Just when I was about to be defeated by my own nightmare, I suddenly felt that things shouldn't be like this, I want to save my grandfather, I also want to help my grandfather fulfill his wishes and find out the secret, I shouldn't just succumb to the few corpses I saw, to the people who have nothing to do with me.

Thinking like this, I was full of energy, and suddenly I had a momentum that I would not turn back without hitting the south wall, and I woke up from my sleep and sat up.

Quietly, the dim light of a flashlight shone on each of the four corners of the tomb. Everyone fell asleep, and they were extremely tired when they thought about it, and the three fat men didn't even snort in such a weird environment.

After all, there were several corpses in this burial chamber, and I looked at them as soon as I woke up, and they were still neatly arranged in the corners, and the gold that we had scattered around them had not changed. In the darkness that could not be illuminated, I saw a dark shadow vaguely, and I thought it was the ghost of a dead man or something, so I quickly picked up a flashlight and shot it, and when I saw it, I realized that it was a bad old man, and he turned his face and beckoned to me.

At that time, I had completely calmed down, and I thought it would be good to talk, so I got out of the tent and walked over.

The bad old man crouched in front of the eaten corpse, with three incense sticks and a candle beside him, but none of them were lit.

When he saw me walking by, he smiled and then asked, "Did these dead men scare you?" This question is really not easy to answer, and I don't want to talk nonsense with him, so I say, "You've been involved in all of this, haven't you?" Not knowing whether he was surprised by my judgment or at the directness of my words, he was silent for a few seconds before nodding heavily.

Then he stared at the corpse, and after a while he said, "Little brother, shall I tell you a story?" After speaking, he didn't wait for my answer, but began to speak on his own.

He said that three years ago, a group of tomb robbers also came to the tomb of Song Sleeve to hunt for treasures because of secret, but along the way they encountered all kinds of visions, dead and wounded, and finally only five people came to the main tomb. Human nature caused them to fall for this golden scheme as well, but fortunately at that time, one of them (known as Lao Li Tou) still had a trace of reason and woke up his companion.

But something terrible also happened, they couldn't find the exit, and they searched the entire tomb and couldn't find it. Slowly, they began to become anxious, and then they quarreled with each other endlessly, saying that the other party was a demon and brought bad luck into the tomb, but in the end, all they were left with was despair. They took it for almost a month in this tomb, ate all the food, and in order to survive, they even extended their magic grip to their companions who lived and died together.

It was probably the same as I thought, but out of a sad heart, I didn't dare to verify it, so I just crouched silently next to the bad old man, and pretended to listen very carefully. He asked me, "Don't you want to know who Old Li Tou is?" "To be honest, I really don't want to know, and if it weren't for the bad old man's perversity again and again, I wouldn't have guessed the truth of the matter. I didn't answer and looked at him coldly, he suddenly smiled bitterly, as if relieved, and said: "You guessed right, that old Li Tou is me, and I am the cannibal." ”

In fact, hearing many things with my own ears is far more terrifying than guessing, and I gritted my teeth fiercely to stop the chill rising from the bottom of my heart.

The bad old man said that he had to think about things every day when he was awake, and he remembered it clearly, it was a thin middle-aged man who broke his leg in the reality brought by the illusion, and it was he who helped the man step by step to get here, but in the end he ate the man.

He should never forget that time when the man looked at him with the eyes of a monster, and under the man's constant pleading, it was he who stabbed the man in the abdomen and beckoned others to eat him, but others refused, and he also forced and threatened him with a gun.

He was probably really repenting for what he had done, and after telling the story he let out a long sigh and sat on the ground with his head clasped tightly in his hands. At that time, he should have forgotten that he was a Yama on the Dao, there was no coldness or numbness, he was just an old man who simply lost his friends.

Although I feel sorry for his actions at this moment, I can't sympathize with him, I can't get past cannibalism no matter what, and I can see it with my own eyes.

It was still quiet, and just when the atmosphere was so overwhelming that I was about to kick it out of breath, he said, "Do you know, little brother, that's the brother who has been with me all my life!" ”

This terrible thing has probably been holding back in his heart for too long and too uncomfortable, and he urgently needs someone to talk to now, and my appearance is just in line with the position of confidant.

In hindsight, I met at least three of his requirements for a confidant. First, at that time, I said that I was a new person who had just joined in, and I didn't know anything about their previous grievances and grievances, and it was all up to me to judge who was right and who was wrong. Second, I am a person who is more emotionally exposed, and whether I am happy or not, I show it all in my facial expressions. Third, maybe I'm really a little silly as the three fat men say.

I looked back, and the second uncle and the others were still asleep, thinking that they would not have anything to do with the bad old man after going out this time, so I went back to sleep in the tent.