When I got closer, after seeing that this was indeed a person who had been dead for a long time, I waved to Qu Fattou and Chen Hudan for safety.

After seeing me beckoning, Qu Fattou and the two quickly ran forward.

"Tsk, this guy has been dead in this place for a few days."

After the fat head of Qu circled around the man standing in the ice cave twice, he muttered indistinctly.

"It's rare that the body is so well preserved, it looks like the wax statue."

Qu Fattou is right.

The mountaineering suit worn by the man's corpse and the cowhide hiking boots on his feet are all from more than ten years ago.

This also shows that the male corpse has been dead in this place for at least ten years.

However, even after more than ten years of death, the male corpse did not appear to be corrupt.

It's really like what Qu Fat said, it looks like a wax figure, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as lifelike.

Even, if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't breathing and his heartbeat, I would have thought that this male corpse would have moved at any moment.

The reason why the man's body did not decompose should be caused by the low temperature in this ice cave.

Although, in this ice cave, there is no wind like the one on the snowy mountain.

However, the temperature of minus thirty or forty degrees alone is enough to cause a headache.

Even in my thick hiking suit, I could still feel the chill coming through my clothes.

However, this low temperature just happened to preserve the man's corpse intact.

Judging from the appearance of this male corpse, it is a characteristic of a typical race, that is, an East Asian race in the usual sense.

But just by his looks, I can't tell which country he belongs to.

Moreover, the mountaineering suit he wore did not have any national or mountaineering team logos.

This also shows that this man should not be a member of the mountaineering team of any country, and is likely to be an amateur mountaineer looking for excitement alone.

"Tell me about you, it's not good to guard your wife and children at home, what are you wandering around, it is estimated that after all these years, your wife and children still don't know how you died in this realm."

After Qu Fattou swayed around the male corpse twice, he reached out and began to grope around the male corpse.

While groping, he was still chattering vigorously.

"Don't be panicked, I'll see if you have any identification, wait for a few brothers to go out and bring a message to your family, if you have any ID card driving book, hurry up and consciously drop out."

What this fat head is doing, I already know it.

Listening to his chatter, didn't he actually see the gold necklace hanging around the man's neck?

Needless to say, this thing must be looking for an excuse to prepare to take off the gold necklace of others.

I was too lazy to take care of the fat head, and instead studied the black pistol that the man held in his right hand.

I have observed this kung fu very carefully, and I can see very clearly that the index finger of the male corpse's right hand has always been held on the trigger of the pistol.

Moreover, when I looked down at the strange-looking pistol in the man's hand, I could indeed smell a distinct smell of gunpowder on it.

This all shows that the gunfire we heard just now is indeed coming from this pistol.

It's just that

How could this man who had been dead for more than ten years shoot?

I'm really not very familiar with this firearm, the pistol held by the male corpse looks very strange, and it looks very similar to the Japanese World War II period, specially equipped with generals and officers.

Qu Fattou was a soldier, and he was extremely interested in this gun and cannon since he was a child, so I opened my mouth to ask Qu Fattou who was searching for the man's body.

"Fat head, what kind of gun is this? Isn't it a king eight box? ”

Qu Fattou probably had a clear look at this pistol, and after hearing my inquiry, Qu Fattou didn't raise his head and said.

"What is the Wangba box, you also put gold on the face of the little Japan, this is the Luger P08, the German goods of the Eight Classics, the little Japan's Wangba box is made by imitating this gun, but compared with this gun, the imitation of the Wangba box is simply a scum"

"German?"

After listening to what Qu Fattou said, I stared at the gun in the man's hand and couldn't help but mutter.

"It's not good, or else, this German man-made thing is anti-manufacturing, for such a long time, at this temperature, without firearm maintenance, this gun can still be fired, do you dare to say that it is not awesome?"

Speaking of this, I was even more puzzled in my heart, and I couldn't help but ask Qu Fattou again.

"Fat head, this guy has been dead for so long, but the pistol in his hand went off just now, don't you think there's a problem?"

While asking Qu Fattou, I also looked back at Chen Hudan next to me, only to see that Chen Hudan's face was also at a loss, with a slight uneasiness in it.

Needless to say, the fact that this dead man was shooting with fire sounded quite supernatural, and it was no wonder that Chen Hudan was afraid.

"What's the problem?"

After hearing me say this, Qu Fattou replied while taking his hand out of the pocket of the man's corpse's clothes.

"Although this German product is resistant, but it will also wipe the gun off, this brother has been here for so many years, the index finger of the right hand has been on the trigger, but I don't know why, until the time of death, I couldn't pull the trigger down, these years, the trigger of this gun has been held by the fingers of this brother has been in the moment of imminent fire, I don't know when Lu Dao will go off, which is just to let us catch up."

Qu Fattou replied as he opened the wallet he took out of the man's corpse's clothes and looked at it.

Qu Fattou's explanation is reasonable, and it is the only possible explanation.

It's just that he said the last sentence "Let's catch up." "Sounds very unpleasant.

These words sound so awkward, as if we were deliberately selected to come here by the "spirit in the sky" of this male corpse.

"Hey! This guy is quite rich! ”

After Qu Fattou opened the wallet he took out of the man's corpse pocket, he immediately opened his mouth and said happily.

As he spoke, he pulled out a thick wad of dollars from his wallet.

The pile of dollars was all in a hundred-dollar denomination, and it looked like there must have been at least thirty or forty dollars.

This is converted, not to mention that it will cost twenty or thirty thousand coins, not to mention, Qu Fattou is really a small fortune.

"Okay!"

Qu Fattou stuffed the wad of dollars into his pocket, and after reaching out and pulling off the gold chain around the man's neck, he spoke.

"Brother, you pay attention, buddy, I am also a person with a face, if you have anything to say for me to bring to my sister-in-law, brother, you can say it, buddy, I will designate it to be brought"