Chapter 326**

The thing was only half exposed, and it looked like it was a notebook, and there were maggots crawling on it, and there was even some suspicious sticky substance, which was probably carried in my arms at first, but because I punched the corpse vigorously, a horn was exposed.

I want to laugh, is this person still writing a diary before he dies?

After a few moments, I pulled out the notebook, and at such times, it was a comfort to me to see something that belonged to a living person.

Originally, I didn't care what was in this diary, even if he wrote a few bowls of rice before going out, I thought I could read it with relish, but when I opened this notebook, I was instantly shocked.

The power of the searchlight will run out at some point, but I turned it up to see it clearly.

This is not a diary, nor is it our common work codex, in fact, this fat man should also be a partner under the second uncle, although the second uncle is obviously not inverted, but secretly, there must be a connection in this regard, so this fat man is definitely not a cultural person.

Which inverted bucket have you ever seen that you would carry with you a copy of your inverted work notes? Except, of course, me.

Even if I did, it was just something extremely important, and I used a lot of obscure words, and no one but the person who wrote it could read my inverted notes, but this notebook was different.

When I flipped through the first page, there were no words in it, but words cut out and glued to the paper, and I only glanced at it, and I found that it was information from some financial newspapers, most of which were some stock market news, and the relevant reports and analysis were cut out and glued to the notebook.

It seems that this fat man is still a stockholder, judging from the sticky typesetting, the owner has done it very carefully, and he obviously cherishes it very much, and he does not forget to carry it even under the bucket, showing the unique professionalism of Chinese stockholders.

However, in this extremely cherished cut-out book, those newspaper news are full of messy words, which are very large and messy, and can hardly be seen without looking carefully.

I made it and found that these words were written on it: Give me my life!

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, if I was not mistaken, these words should have been written by this fat man before he died, a normal person would not write these words for no reason, let alone write them messily in his cherished cut book.

From a person's handwriting, it is easy to see his mood and situation at that time, I have been rubbing for so many years, but I understand, not to mention the meaning of his writing these words, but the shape of the word, powerful but messy, many places will puncture the paper, it is obvious, when writing these words, the owner of the cut book, is in an extremely angry environment.

I think something is wrong, if these words were really written by this fat man when he was dying, then shouldn't it be fear or something? Why the anger?

Was he killed by whom?

I immediately turned to the second page, which was followed by the same cut news, but there was no writing, so I continued to flip back, still not finding any writing, but when I turned to the last page, I suddenly found a diary.

Strictly speaking, this is not a diary, but a lot of scattered words written down casually.

The record is as follows:

…… This place is disgusting, full of gray shrimp (corpse worms).

God, son of a bitch, what's going on, why wake up, I'm trapped in this hellish place, am I dreaming?

This is what it looks like under this black paste, maybe I can get out from here......

In the last sentence, the handwriting suddenly became very messy, and it was still those four words: Give me my life back.

It's only a few short sentences, but I don't know why, after reading it, I feel a little chill in my body, and my eyes subconsciously look at those black sticky things, could it be that there is something else down there besides 'gray shrimp'?

I remembered the previous posture of the male corpse, which was to head into the mud, could it be that he found something underneath it?

Give me back my life...... Who is he looking for?

I looked at these lines carefully, and suddenly realized that my experience with this male corpse was very similar, and it could be seen from the words on the cut book that this person may have appeared here suddenly, and then he couldn't find a way out, and was trapped in this place, and then, like me, he conducted many experiments, and finally locked his eyes on the bottom of this layer of mud, and then, he made a discovery.

I thought back to what I felt when I reached out and touched it, and I could conclude that there should be a reef underneath this black goo, but according to the notes in this notebook, there was obviously something else underneath that I hadn't noticed.

What will it be?

Outlet?

I looked at the decomposing corpse and thought it was unlikely, if it was really an exit, he wouldn't have died here.

But at this moment, I have no choice, if I continue like this, I will either be trapped to death, or I will go crazy and crash myself against the wall, rather than waiting for death like this, it is better to see what is going on down here.

Thinking of this, I endured my nausea and searched the body roughly, the salvage bags on his body were empty, there was no food, water including medicine, there was nothing left, the only thing left, only some equipment, I looked, there were guns, daggers, some ropes and a lighter without gas, it was obvious that this person had exhausted all the light sources and food before he died.

I transferred the equipment to myself, then I stripped off the man's clothes, flicked off the carrion and maggots on them, used the clothes as a shovel, and slowly pushed the black goo aside, and with a little distraction, I felt my paralyzed spirit quickly gather together, and although my body was still tired, my mind gradually cleared.

I couldn't figure out what the sticky stuff was, but it wasn't easy to clean up, so I spent a lot of time cleaning up and in the process of cleaning up, I 'dug up' a layer of gray eggs, which I could only push to the male corpse's chest due to the small space.

After about five minutes, my searchlight was completely extinguished, and there was only one windproof lighter left in the salvage bag, but the light was limited, so I lit it, set it aside, and continued to push the mud-like things, and for about an hour, the black goo was finally pushed away by me, and I was surprised by what was exposed underneath.

It was a black piece of jade.

Although it is very close to the color of the reef, the texture is very different, very smooth, under the faint light of the lighter, it even produces a transparent feeling, but it is a pity that the lighter light is too weak, so it can not see through the whole piece of jade, it has been stretched into the inside of the reef, I can't see how big it is, but this kind of black jade, absolutely I have never seen it, and I have never even heard of it.

I was stunned, and a wave of despair surged in my heart, no wonder this male corpse would die here, down here, there is no passage at all, he cut the so-called out of the book, is it to dig up these jade?

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, I only felt that a joy was empty, but the original violent mood calmed down, like a pool of stagnant water.

After a few moments, I made a decision and decided to keep waiting.

The current situation can at least prove one point, that is, the original entrance suddenly disappeared, and it was not the male corpse that was to blame, because he had also suffered the same thing, and he was obviously a victim.

And the entrance that came in at the beginning did exist, and now it suddenly disappears, or I can only hope that it will suddenly appear again, but now I can't think of any way but to wait.

By cleaning the black goo aside, there was a spot on the jade that barely allowed a person to sit in it, at least without having to crawl all the time, and I sat on the jade with my back against the reef wall, slowly falling into deep thought.

At this moment, I didn't think too much, whether it was about it, or about the broken things about Lao Jiumen, I didn't think about anything, I was dying, and I was thinking about what I was doing, most of the things I was thinking about were people, some people who were alive or dead, after thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly felt that this world was very boring, and those who died, no matter what they were for in life, they all disappeared completely.

And those of us who are alive are repeating their footsteps, just like time, endlessly.

I don't know exactly how long I stayed in this place, but I remember eating twice and sleeping twice, and my nose got used to the foul smell, and even finally got used to it, and I even had the illusion that I was born with this smell.

But when I woke up for the third time, I suddenly felt that this small place had become a little different, and my first instinct was to look behind the man's corpse, I thought it was an exit, but at a glance I found that the place was still sealed, nothing had changed.

But the feeling of being different was very clear, and I could clearly feel that this place had changed a lot, but no matter how I looked at it, everything around me was the same, and I even wondered if I was too stressed, causing the cranial nerves to be misaligned.

As I looked around again with my suspicious eyes, I suddenly spotted a lighter nearby.

The lighter was off, but I could still see the inside of the cave.

What's going on?

I couldn't react for a while, could it be that after being trapped in this for a while, I was like the Monkey King in the gossip furnace, trained to have a pair of eyes that can see at night? But I soon realized that it wasn't my eyes that changed, but the light in the hole.

The source of the light is the jade under my buttocks, and the light comes out of it.