My first reaction was the rancid smell, but the horse said no, people who hunt all year round often deal with meat, and he can definitely distinguish the rancid smell, the smell, it is really indescribable.

The description of the smell is generally based on the object, such as "as fragrant as jasmine" or "as smelly as a stinky sock", which Daddy Panma cannot describe, it must be a smell that he has not smelled, and this smell is not even similar to it.

I wanted to ask him if the smell was the "smell of the dead", but I held back, and if he didn't want to talk about it, it wouldn't do me any good to bring it up halfway.

Panma's curiosity intensified, but then the men became wary of him, and he never had a chance to get his hands on the boxes again. After returning to the village, the group quickly left and never appeared again. This incident had a deep impact on him, and when he went into the mountains to hunt, he would always think of that army, what was the purpose of their entry into the mountains, what were they doing by the lake, what were the things in those boxes, and where did they come from?

At that time, he had a hunch that someone would inevitably inquire about this matter in the future, but he did not expect that we would come so late, and it would take nearly 30 years for us to appear.

I asked him about the shape of the lake, and he told me that the lake was long, like a scimitar. It was surrounded by stones, some of them were very large, larger than a person, and some were about the size of pebbles. The lake is still there, but the water level has dropped dramatically because of the change in climate, and he visited it once three years ago, and the lake is already half smaller than before.

Hearing this, I fell into deep thought. It is very likely that the box contains the kind of iron we found in the stilted building of the stuffy oil bottle, if it is more than 30 boxes, the whole box and the whole box are moved out, there must be a lot of them, and it is really possible that it is a fragment of something as the fat man said.

Where did all this stuff come from? Before, the fat man speculated under limited conditions that there was an ancient tomb in this Sheephorn Mountain, but now that I hear it, I feel that it could have been fished from the bottom of that lake?

Could it be that they found a large iron tool or something at the bottom of that lake, and they broke it down on the spot and took it out piece by piece?

Unlikely, then the thing would be equal to scrap metal, and if so, it would not be possible to fit it in a box as small as a shoebox.

I couldn't help but be curious, and I had already agreed with the fat man's idea that I had to go to Giethoorn Mountain anyway.

Father Panma also had a piece of iron, which he said had been picked up in the mountains, and he thought it was priceless, so it was obvious that after the archaeological team left, Father Panma must have done something. He didn't know I knew he had this piece of iron, so he didn't say a word, which made me even more sure that he was hiding a lot of things.

However, what he is telling me now should not be a lie. The lump of iron, the "smell of the dead" was associated with danger, and he must have experienced something that had led him to connect the three. In the memory of the stuffy oil bottle, the iron block is a very dangerous thing, and in the memories of the pan horse father, the soldier also told him that the iron block is dangerous, which is very consistent.

I pondered how to get him to speak, to say bad water, although I was more peaceful and self-contained, but I have been mixed with Panzi and Fat for a long time, and I can squeeze out a little. At this time, all I can take advantage of is that my father still can't figure out my identity, so I can cheat him.

The trick is to make others think that you basically know everything, so that the whole conversation becomes a question.

It was the critical time, and I was quiet for a while, and with a general idea in my head, I asked, "So, how did you find that piece of iron when you came back to the lake?" ”

This was entirely my guess, because since the iron was found in the mountains, it was unlikely to be somewhere else, so I took a gamble, and I had no loss at all anyway.

Daddy Coiled Horse stiffened, and I knew I had guessed right, but he didn't continue to show anything but a quick stiffness, but looked at me.

I knew that I had to make some surprise at this time, so I continued: "Don't worry, I only need to know what happened at that time, and I am not interested in that other thing. ”

Daddy Panma's face changed, he put down his pipe, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

I breathed a sigh of relief and almost broke out in a cold sweat. This latter sentence is a matter of speculation in which the success of the sentence continues to increase, the smell of the dead, the danger of the iron, and the stuffy oil bottle. I expected that what would make my father keep a secret was an accident, and this accident must have been very thrilling, and it was very likely that someone would have died, and I could have said, "I will not ask about his death." "But I don't know exactly how many people died, so I took a more secure approach.

Those who have a weak heart, unless they know my details, will inevitably show their feet.

I said in my heart that the time had come to oppose the customer, and immediately put on an unfathomable expression, as I often do when bargaining with customers, and said lightly: "It's better not to ask, you just have to tell me the whole thing." "Saying that, I felt in my pocket and grabbed a stack of money, this is the information fee that was originally prepared for Panma, and I was going to give two or three hundred, but for the sake of visual effect, I took out the stack in my pocket and put it in front of myself." I know something, but it's not entirely clear, so don't worry, just tell the truth, you take your money, and nothing happens after that, and no one will know what we've said here. ”

Panma looked at me with a look of uncertainty, and I looked at him with a very calm but persecutive look, waiting for him to go mad or surrender.

"How do you know those things?" He asked me, "Tell me about it." ”

Tut? I scolded and said that this old ghost is really stubborn, how can I say this, I didn't move on the surface, but my brain immediately turned wildly.

That's the reaction in a second, and I almost said, "Don't you know that someone is following you?"

As soon as my words came out, before I could get back to my senses, I found that Panma's expression was obviously relaxed, and I chuckled in my heart, my heart said that it was bad and was exposed.

Panma looked at me and said, "Although I don't know who you are, but I'm not an old fool, don't come to me when you go back, you don't know anything, and I won't tell you." "You're going to come and get rid of me.

I quickly thought back to where he had found out, whether he could be sure that no one was following him, or whether it was impossible for someone to follow him. I thought about how to remedy it but found that there was no good way, and I was immediately depressed.

His son came to open the door, meaning to let us out, and as soon as the door opened, the light lit up, and I was about to get up, when I suddenly noticed that my father's feet were shaking slightly.

I jerked my dad and saw that he was looking at me, and although his face was so calm that I couldn't see any waves, it was frighteningly bad, and it was clearly in extreme tension.

I immediately understood that he was also cheating on me!

I immediately turned my upswing into a stretch, then sat down again, and said in an irrefutable tone: "Don't be hard-mouthed, I speak with facts, I don't have much patience." ”

Panma looked at me, and his son looked at me, and I was confident that I could feel that my expression was indeed unpredictable.

After a long confrontation, Panma collapsed, he lowered his head and glanced at his son, his son said something to Agui, and Agui was pulled out half-pulled and half-pulled, and his son came in and sat in Agui's place, and the door was closed again.

Father Panma made a very big salute to me, and when he looked up, he said: "No matter who you are, I hope you will count your words, and if you want to settle old accounts, you will count all my heads." I killed all of them, and a few of the others just helped me carry things. ”