That night, we took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the factory.

Before going out, I asked Chen Jiayan for a few strands of hair, and set up an oil pot in the yard.

Some snitches on the rivers and lakes will carry something called a dumb dumpling with them.

This thing is also very simple to make, mix white flour with sesame oil, make it into a ball, and then wrap the woman's long hair in it.

Put the dumplings in an oil pan and fry them until they are half-cooked, take them out and let them cool, and the dumb dumplings are done.

Although this thing is not difficult to make, it is extremely useful.

When we got to the factory, we climbed over the wall, and I pulled out the dumb balls and threw them forward.

"Click"

The ball landed on the ground with a small sound.

A moment later, the sound of claws rubbing against the ground could be heard not far away.

I looked up and saw several tall, dark-skinned wolfdogs at the base of the wall.

Ji Canghai whispered in my ear, "Something is wrong with this dog."

"How?"

"Look at his eyes, they're red."

After a pause, Ji Canghai added, "Do you remember the Tibetan mastiff you saw in the octagonal cage last time? They are also red-eyed."

"You mean, this is also a Tibetan mastiff?"

Ji Canghai shook his head a little solemnly: "Those dogs grew up chewing corpses, so their eyes turned blood-red!"

Hearing this, I gasped.

Could it be that the people of the Ivy Spring Club have become dog food?

As long as it is an animal with horns, it has a wild nature in its bones, and once it eats something bloody, the wildness will be out of control.

In the past, the craftsmen who set up dog fighting stalls on the streets basically won every fight.

It's because their dogs eat three feet of meat under the ribs of the corpse all year round, and they are naturally fierce.

"Bah."

At this time, the leading dog grabbed the dumb ball in one bite, and swallowed it in two bites.

I can't help but wake up, thanks to this thing!

The glutinous rice noodles are sticky, and the dog can't open its mouth after eating it, and the long hair will be wrapped around its throat and eyes, and it can't make a sound at all.

However, this kind of thing won't hurt their lives, and I'll help them untie it when I'm gone.

A few wolfdogs spun around in circles like crazy, but they couldn't make a sound.

We swaggered in, and a few dogs tried to open their mouths to bite, but it was all in vain.

Looking back and forth, I always felt that the shed made of linoleum cloth was very strange.

As long as it is a factory, the most feared thing is fire, and linoleum cloth is a typical waterproof and non-fireproof, and even a flammable material.

Isn't it to put a row of these things here?

"Let's go."

I took the lead and went straight to the linoleum tent.

Before entering, Chen Jiayan put the wooden puppet at the door and hung an extremely long filament on his hand.

Chen Jiayan pulled his sleeves and said in a low voice, "If I say run later, don't hesitate."

With such a thing standing guard here, we are also a lot more relieved.

I lifted a corner of the shed and saw sleeping bags placed vertically.

The tents were densely packed, and at a cursory glance, there were at least dozens of them.

I casually opened the sleeping bag, and a gray-white man's face was immediately exposed to me.

Although I was mentally prepared, I was inevitably taken aback.

The man's head was tilted, his eyes were round, his nose was slightly long, and his mandibles were almost completely torn so that even his back molars were clearly visible.

I looked closely, and his face was covered in white concretion that resembled ice crystals.

I dragged it down again, and half of the sleeping bag was pulled open.

At this time, half of the male corpse's body was completely exposed.

I fixed my eyes and saw that his left hand was resting on his chest, and in his palm was a jade ruyi, while his right hand was tight

Hold the pestle.

Ruyi is spread from Taoism, and the demon pestle is a ritual weapon of Tibetan Buddhism.

Why did these two things that were not related to each other appear in the hands of the same corpse?

I think about what Chen Changming did before, maybe this is some kind of evil thing!

At this time, the back of my hand accidentally touched the corpse, and I only felt cold and hard, like a popsicle for three or nine days.

"Look at this, the time to die is not short. I shouldn't be from the Ivy Society."

Hearing this, Chen Jiayan strode up and raised his hand into the corpse's mouth.

"The tongue is still soft, and it doesn't take long to die."

I immediately wondered, "This corpse has hardened into wood, are you sure it won't take long?"

Chen Jiayan looked around: "It should not be more than 24 hours at most, otherwise the tongue will not be elastic."

With that, Chen Jiayan wiped the surface of the corpse with his hands.

"It's salt."

Chen Jiayan twisted the crystals on his hand, took out the scalpel from his bag, and lightly swiped at the corpse.

The sharp scalpel left a half-foot-long cut on the corpse, and in the wound, there was actually gurgling blood!

Even if I don't know how to do an autopsy, I do know that when you die, your blood will clot!

In other words, Chen Jiayan's inference is correct, this person has not been dead for a long time!

Chen Jiayan inserted the scalpel a little in, and the musculature of the male corpse rubbed against the blade, making a slight noise.

This is a common occurrence for Chen Jiayan, but I only feel a chill down my spine.