This is a very common thing in normal times, marching in the Gobi, before entering the oasis, we generally do not take off our upper body, but put our lower body into a sleeping bag to keep warm, so that we can quickly get up when there is an emergency. A-Ning was lying in a sleeping bag like this, and I didn't know how many times I had seen it all the way, it was very familiar, but when I thought about it, I remembered that she was dead, and I felt very sad.

But when I fell asleep, the body was obviously completely wrapped in a sleeping bag, who turned her out? Could it be Panzi? What did he turn her out for?

When I stood up and walked over to the corpse and looked at it, I noticed that something seemed wrong. The corpse did move, and the hands were curled up unnaturally for some reason, and the whole corpse looked a little strange.

I subconsciously looked around, the sky was gray, the swamp was different in the canyon, the trees around were relatively sparse, nothing could shine out, the flame of the fuel can was small, and it was completely dark all around, and nothing could be seen.

turned around and woke up Pan Zi, Pan Zi couldn't sleep deeply, and woke up after a beat, so I asked him if he did it?

Pan Zi was inexplicable, he leaned over to take a look, and shook his head, but looked at me with suspicious eyes, and I saw that his expression didn't look like he was pretending, so I was even more puzzled.

I thought of the fat man again, and said in my heart, could it be that the fat man has taken a fancy to the relics on A-Ning's body? Does this bastard not even let go of what is on his own people? But I have the impression that although the fat man is greedy for money, he is unlikely to do this kind of thing.

Pan Zi washed his face with the swamp water on the side, walked to the side of A Ning's corpse, lit the miner's lamp and shone it down, wanting to see what was going on.

Aning's face still had the expression of the moment of death, which looked a little terrifying now. The corpse was wet with rain, Pan Zi squatted down and straightened the hair on her face, and we saw that the wound on the place where A-Ning was bitten had turned black and purple and began to rot, and the skin on her body also appeared mottled dark purple sè, and the high temperature here had begun to corrode this beautiful corpse.

According to it, we found that there were several mud marks on the corpse's clothes, Pan Zi touched it, it seemed that it was not stained for a long time, and following the mud traces, we suddenly found that on the side of the corpse, there were several small things similar to mud footprints.

Panzi glanced at me, followed the mud prints, and found that the footprints had been spreading up from the swamp, because of the rain, it was not obvious, only the side of the corpse was still very clear.

There's something in the swamp! Our nerves tensed, our throats tightened, and after one glance at each other, I turned to wake up the fat man. Panzi stood up and picked up his gun, followed the footprints to the edge of the swamp, crouched down, and shone into the water.

The fat man couldn't wake up, and he opened his eyes when he touched the stuffy oil bottle, and he didn't know if he was sleeping, and as soon as I told him about the situation, he frowned.

The two of us walked up to Panzi, the water was so muddy that we couldn't see anything clearly, and Panzi took a picture of the mud footprints to the fat man and the stuffy oil bottle, and said, "Damn, it seems that when we were sleeping, something climbed up, and it seems that we won't be able to fall asleep after being killed." ”

After taking a look at the footprints, the face of the stuffy oil bottle changed, and he took the miner's lamp and quickly swept around the corpse, blocking us from entering the corpse again.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"There's only a row of footprints, and the thing hasn't gone yet." He said softly.