When I walked over to the corpses, I found Channing and her sissy brother crouching next to a corpse, which was supposed to be a woman in her hair, but because there was almost nothing left of the decay, I couldn't tell her age for a while.

The lean man was standing next to a corpse not far from the two of them, but the guy had now switched to cold mode, just looking at the corpse quietly, but he didn't move.

The pangolin walked up to Channing and asked, "Do you know these people?" ”

Qian Ning nodded and said: "This person is an elder in my family, but suddenly lost contact with the family for a certain period of time, and we looked for clues for a long time to find out that she was likely to follow a group of people here, but she died here in the end." ”

It turned out that these corpses really had something to do with Qian Ning and them, but how did the monk know about this matter? Looking at the appearance of Qianning and a few people, it seems that they don't know the monk, but the monk knows these things. Then there is only one possibility, that is, the monk should also have something to do with these corpses. But this guy didn't seem to be anything unusual when he saw these corpses, and for a while I didn't know how many secrets this guy was hiding.

Nangong is now habitually inspecting these corpses, but I see that there is basically nothing left of these corpses, and it is estimated that it is difficult to find any clues. However, I still followed Nangong to check around, after all, among these people, only Nangong is completely trustworthy.

Seeing Nangong fiddling with a corpse with only one skeleton left, I was bored and unconsciously walked to the lean man's side. Looking at this lean man up close, I realized that this guy was not completely expressionless, and from the side of his face, you could see that although his face was numb, his eyes were very bright, and it was a look that I couldn't understand at all. I could even vaguely feel a kind of envy in his eyes, but I quickly dismissed my idea, who would envy a dead man?

Although I kept reminding myself not to mess with these guys, I couldn't help but walk over and pat the thin man on the shoulder, and said to him, "Is this person also the elder of your family?" ”

The lean man turned his head to look at me expressionlessly, and then said to me with a blank face, "This person is my father." ”

Hearing the lean man's words, I was stunned for a moment. I really didn't expect this guy to look like this when he saw his father's bones. Even if there is a big gap between the two people, blood is thicker than water, how can this guy be so ruthless?

The lean man didn't pay attention to my expression, but turned his head away and continued to be in a daze. I watched a chill come out of this calm, almost dehumanized guy for no reason, and I actually gave birth to the idea that if I had been with this guy for a long time, I might have become like this.

I made an excuse and returned to Nangong, only to find that Nangong was fiddling with an old-fashioned satchel that was no different from a rag. I coughed lightly, walked over to her, and asked, "Did you find anything?" ”

Nangong didn't look back, still slowly rummaging through something in his satchel. I saw that she was busy, so I was too embarrassed to say anything. Just when I was doing nothing, I found a notebook with an almost melted cover under Nangong's feet.

This notebook is so bad that its rubber cover is completely oxidized and sticky throughout. I don't know if it's stained with corpse fluid, and I don't have the courage to pick it up for a while. But in the end, I picked up the notebook with nausea and opened it to read the contents.

Maybe all people have a kind of bad nature of peeping into other people's secrets, and I suddenly became interested in this guy who I didn't know anything about and had never met before, and even my heart couldn't help beating a lot faster.

However, the content on this is lackluster, all of which are quotations with certain era backgrounds, etc., and even a few places that are completely unclear due to the damage of the notebook, I can directly make up the brain. The whole note didn't even show a little bit of blood, and I immediately lost interest in this note.

But just as I was about to put the notebook down, I suddenly saw some messy handwriting. The words were sloppy, some of them were written so hard that they left deep marks on the next page through one page, and some of them were so light that even the ink was intermittent.

I guess the person who wrote must have been in a very critical situation, and he must have been in a very unstable mental state at the time. My master once took me to a mental hospital to visit a friend of his, but the old man didn't tell me the exact name of it, I only know that the old man went there almost every year on the third day of the third month of March, and I drove him there a few times.

The guy's situation was much more stable at the time, and it was quiet a lot of the time. But I've seen him explode in an instant, and he's holding a dinner knife and frantically carving something on the wall. The words he carved out were like this, some were deep and long, some were very light.

I don't think the guy who wrote these words was in any better mental condition than the old man's friend who didn't know his name.

I put my searchlight on the ground and began to make out what was written in those words. Fortunately, I have a certain ability to recognize handwriting, and I can judge that the words are the same words by some similar strokes, and then slowly combine the recognizable parts of these words, and soon I found that there was a sentence written on the original page: Can't sleep!

What does that mean? What does it mean to not be able to sleep? Is this man warning himself not to fall asleep? Perhaps this guy has an extremely important task in fighting his fatigue in this way when he is very tired. When people are struggling, this kind of messy handwriting does occur, and I have experienced this deeply when I took all the boring classes in junior high school.

Thinking of this, I didn't bother with this notebook anymore, and put it at Nangong's feet again. At this time, I found that Nangong was holding something in a daze. I leaned over and found Nangong holding a picture frame in his hand.

This makes me a little puzzled, maybe today's children think that a picture frame is very ordinary, and even some younger friends have never seen a picture frame at all. Because of the current picture storage technology, this kind of photo protection device is becoming less and less, and the place where the photo frame appears most is on the wedding photo.

But in this era of the owner of the satchel, a photo frame can even be used as a token of love. To exaggerate, a photo frame can even be exchanged for a girlfriend directly in the hands of a very capable person. But who would come to such a strange place with a picture frame?

I leaned over to Nangong to see the photos in this frame. But when I saw the picture in the frame, my mind went blank, and I couldn't help but mutter, "This can't be, this can't be." ”