Chapter 16 Dead Piece

I actually wrote it long ago last night.,It's just that there's a problem with the browser.,I'm sorry to be late.。 There will be a chapter in the afternoon or evening

Anyway, I don't know anything about the fat man and them now, and of course what he says now.

I waved my hand and told him to stop talking, and then asked him to say something about the operation.

The fat man stopped, took out the photocopied map and looked at it again, then took a compass and compared it with it, and said, "We are going to steal the bucket this time, and the one buried inside is the legendary Queen Mother of the West." ”

Before the fat man could finish speaking, I interrupted him: "I've read these on the information, can't you say something I don't know?" ”

"You don't know," the fat man thought for a while, and said, "It doesn't seem like there's anything left." Hey, but you'd better be careful. The reason why the Queen Mother of the West is so miraculous is that the fat man, I guess it should be that she was the first to see through the mystery of death in this canyon. Then she pretended to use these heavenly thunders to highlight her divine power. So there should be a lot of things in her tomb that attract thunder and lightning. The fat man thought for a moment, and then said, "For example, a large amount of iron ore, or other metallic substances." ”

The fat man was still talking, and suddenly I noticed that something was wrong not far ahead. It's just that the fat man was too focused when he talked to me and didn't notice.

I raised my hand to signal the fat man not to say anything, and then pointed ahead.

The fat man looked in the direction I was pointing, and when he saw the things in front of him, he frowned.

Less than 30 meters in front of us, there were a lot of people lying on our sidelines. And judging by the way they lay on the ground, they should be dead.

The fat man frowned and looked at it for a while, as if he was curious about how there were so many dead people in front of him and didn't ask about the smell of rotting corpses. After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly understood. We were upwind and the smell was blown in front of us.

"Would you like to go over and have a look?" I asked the fat man. "Didn't the three people I met outside say they saw a lot of dead people? Could that be all? ”

The fat man didn't speak, but made a gesture to me and wait for me, then drew his dagger and touched it himself.

I looked at the fat man's back, and suddenly thought of a sentence in my heart: I rely too much on the fat man. No, I said in my heart, I can't always let the fat man walk in front of me. Thinking about it, I also drew my dagger and followed.

The fat man heard movement behind him, looked back and saw that it was me, and he didn't say anything. Turn around and continue walking towards the dead men.

As we got closer, I could see the dead people on the ground. There were about twenty or so in number, dressed in uniform attire. Some of them were carrying large mountaineering adventure bags, while others were placed on the ground.

The fat man cautiously stepped forward, kicked one of the corpses with his foot, and found that there was no movement, and then squatted down to examine it carefully.

I stood next to the fat man, watched as the fat man played with the face of the corpse in front of him, and then opened his eyes to look at it.

"It's been a long time since I've been dead." The fat man said, "The pupils have completely dilated. With that, the fat man turned the body over and began to examine the other parts of the body. However, after a thorough examination, no external injuries were found.

The fat man put down the corpse in front of him and got up to look at the other corpses.

An hour later, the fat man gasped, stood in the center of the corpse, and looked around at the corpses around him.

"Well, how did these people die?" I asked him.

The fat man shook his head: "I don't know." As he spoke, he looked at the corpse lying on the ground at his feet and said, "There are no external scars." It's not like it was caused by external factors. ”

I also looked down at the corpse: "You say, could it be that he was killed by lightning?" Aren't thunderstorms common in this canyon? ”

"It's not a thunderstorm either." The fat man said. As he spoke, he pointed to the ground around him and said, "These people have no signs of being struck by lightning. And there are no signs of scorching on the ground. ”

I looked around the ground and saw that there were really no signs of burning. The fat man said again, "Forget it, let's go." Pressed for time. These people have nothing to do with us, they die when they die. As he spoke, he was about to move forward.

"Hey, then you say these people are the ones who died inexplicably as the bearded man said?" I asked the fat man.

"It's not." The fat man said, "This must be another group of people." ”

"Why?"

"The three men I met outside were amateur expeditions. These people don't deal with dead people all day long like we do. If they had seen so many dead people before they came in again, they would definitely not have come in. As he spoke, the fat man glanced behind him, and said, "And this place is not far from the exit, and according to the expression they had just seen, it doesn't look like they have just seen a dead person." ”

"So they didn't pass through here?" I say.

"Yes." The fat man said, but as soon as he finished saying this, I found that the fat man frowned again.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

The fat man sniffed slightly hard and said, "Why is there still no smell of rotting corpses?" ”

The smell of carrion? I was stunned for a moment, but I immediately understood what the fat man meant, and sniffed. Sure enough, there was no familiar but particularly disgusting taste.

"That's not right," the fat man walked back again, "these people have been dead for three days, let alone dead, even if the taste is small, it is magnified twenty times by these little twenty people, it should be obvious." As he spoke, the fat man returned to the middle of the corpse just now and sniffed it vigorously. Still doesn't smell at all.

The fat man crouched down again and began to examine the body.

This time, I made another discovery.

The corpse examined by the fat man had a red dot on the back of its neck that resembled a needle prick. After discovering the red spot, the fat man quickly examined the back of the neck of the other corpses, and found that each corpse had a red dot about three inches down the back of the head. This red dot is so small that it's exactly like being pricked by a needle for a part-time job, and you really can't see it if you don't look closely.

After inspecting all the corpses, the fat man stepped out of the range of corpses, wiped the sweat from his face, and said, "I must have been stung by something." ”

"Stinged?" I was stunned and asked, "Could it be a hornet or something?" As far as I know, if you are stung by more than three wasps, your life will be in danger. ”

"It's not a hornet." The fat man said, "The traces after the hornet sting are not like this. And there were no other signs of stinging other than that one. ”

Almost immediately, I thought of the bugs that Beard had told us: "Say, could it be the bugs they said stung?" ”

This time the fat man nodded, looked at the corpses again, and said, "Let's go, it seems that you have to be careful." So saying, he walked on.

I also took one look at the corpses and followed.

But just as I was chasing after the fat man, something moved under the skin on the part of the body that had been stung