Chapter 61 of the Gates of Hell, you are all going to die
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The fat man said, "Shhhh It was a dead body. ā
Corpse? Whose dead body? Among Han Lisha's group, did anyone die here?
With a sense of trepidation, we slowly walked towards the dead body. When they got closer, they found that it was indeed a dead body.
The dead body was a black man, not Hans. There were only two black men who entered the grotto, one was Hans and the other was the missing Albert. The one in front of him is Albert, whose whereabouts are unknown.
The guy died strangely, as if he wasn't hurt, and he sat on the ground against the railing, his eyes wide open, and his pupils were already empty.
However, on his face, there was a familiar expression, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, weird and abnormal, and made people's scalp cold.
The fat man whispered, "Madman, he seems to be laughing, another one who has froze to death." ā
Ergou crouched down and carefully examined the body. I smiled wryly and said, "Fatty, one freezes to death, it's really possible." But here there is a second one, and it is by no means as simple as freezing to death. ā
Under the gaze of me and the fat man, Ergou stared at the black man's unremarkable body, stretched out his fingers, and slowly descended. A puddle of frozen dark red blood came into view.
The second dog scraped a little red and black ice chips from the ground, put them to his nose and sniffed them, and then wiped them off the dead corpse.
Suddenly, Ergou grabbed the black man's stiff arm and pulled it vigorously. The corpse fell to the ground, revealing its back.
Seeing the situation clearly, I couldn't help but scream. In the flashlight, you can clearly see that the back of the black man is covered with wounds. It seems that he was stabbed dozens of times with a sharp blade in an instant.
The wound was narrow and did not bleed much. The murder weapon should be very thin, it is a small self-defense dagger, and the way to kill people is mostly a sneak attack.
Cruel, so mad! What kind of deep hatred and hatred need to use sneak attacks and plots? And it's not enough to succeed, but also to poke dozens of knives in a row?
Ergou raised his head and said, "The murderer is not a jade man, nor is he a snowman. ā
The fat man "cut" and said: "Do you need to say this?" At first glance, it is the hand of a companion. I'll just say, the injured white ghost guy was also strangled to death by his companions. ā
I frowned and said, "Fatty, didn't you say that Mueller and them have already left the main hall?" Why is this man still here? ā
The fat man shouted: "Crazy, that girl was aggressive at the time, and I bragged casually." I'll admit it, am I wrong? ā
Ergou said: "There are indeed people who have gone to the other side, and there is only one person. I saw it too. ā
I asked, "Who is it that went out?" Where did he go? See if it's Muller, or Leo? ā
The second dog and the fat man were silent. After a while, the fat man muttered, "Maybe that guy was frightened and ran away." ā
I pondered for a moment, nodded, and ran one, it was indeed possible. This kind of ghost place makes people break down, and I will take the opportunity to slip away. Albert was supposed to be with another person, but for some reason, he was killed by that person. Well, that's how it should be.
"Strange, why don't they want to get out?" I wondered in my heart, and before I knew it, I asked out loud.
The fat man said, "What's so strange about that? The jade people wake up, and at the slightest sound, they will catch up. Instead of fleeing for your life, it is safer to hide here. ā
Ergou said: "Mueller." It was Mueller who killed the blacks. ā
I turned my head to him with the fat man: "Why Muller?" ā
Ergou pointed to the wound on the black man's back and said, "The murder weapon has no blood tank, it is a guy similar to a scalpel." Leo is a professional mercenary, killing people is crisp and neat, it has become a habit, and he will not stab so many knives. Only amateurs would do that. ā
I nodded, stabbing so much, either madness or nervousness. Besides, Leo wants to kill people, and he will not use such a thin knife, and he will usually use military stabs. Mueller is indeed more likely to kill.
Ergou continued: "Xiao Du, look, this person's equipment is gone. Leo has his own equipment, which is more advanced than his, and he will not use his hands to grab these things. ā
When I looked, sure enough, Albert's tactical vest, night vision goggles on his head, and firearms were all gone.
Mueller's identity is supposed to be an investor, and he doesn't usually wear these things, but what if it's not usual?
His interest in immortality is not inferior to Han Lisha. Along the way, I can see that the relationship between them is nothing more than mutual use. If you get the immortality technique, sooner or later there will be a life-and-death battle.
Taking advantage of Han Lisha's exit from the main hall, he planned to go deeper on his own, but Albert was unwilling, so Mueller killed him.
yes, with the old guy's crazy way of doing things, it's entirely possible!
Thinking of this, I jumped up: "Hurry, let's get in." It was too late for Muller to get his hands on it. ā
The corners of the fat man's mouth twitched: "Crazy, what are you anxious about?" Aren't you not interested in what's inside? Besides, Mueller has been in for hours, and he won't be in for a while......"
Suddenly, there was a sound in my ears, the sound was abrupt and familiar. I was wondering there, and the second dog next to me suddenly pounced on me and yelled, "Lie down!" ā
I only felt my body being flipped over with a strong force, hitting the cold ground hard, sliding forward on the stone for a while, and flipping several times in a row.
"Boom! āāā
There was a loud bang behind him, and the fire flared up, illuminating a radius of more than ten meters nearby.
It's a grenade! It's a grenade again! The surname is Han, why are you still finished?
I felt my ears buzzing, and all sounds became faint.
The second dog's hot breath sprayed in my neck, the frequency is normal, and it should be fine.
I seemed to hear my own hoarse voice shouting, "Fatty, how are you?" ā
What answered me was a series of "da-da-da" gunshots, accompanied by a long scream.
Ergou let go of me, fell to the ground next to him, and panted: "It's okay, Xiao Du, Xiao Tang is fine." ā
I looked back and found the black dead man sitting on the ground, his upper body honeycomb blown by shrapnel, and his clothes still "smacking" and smoking.
With a "snap", the black man fell straight to the ground, revealing the fat man with a gun in one hand behind him.
Damn, when did this guy become smart and actually know how to use a shield?
The fat man stood up, walked to the railing of Liquan, pointed his gun downward, and spat hatefully.
I grabbed it with Ergou, and saw a white man with a broken leg lying on his back in the pool, it was Adelante who had come back from the dead.
Adelant was shot in the chest and abdomen, blood gushed out of the bullet hole, blood foamed in his mouth, and his hands and feet spasmed, and he saw that he could not live again.