Just when they met last time, Wang Xiaoliu's brother Wang Danian secretly told Wang Xiaoliu that the base seemed to have changed experimental projects, and was studying something very dangerous, and raised the alert level three times in two months, and a group of airborne agents caught spies in the base every day with guns and eyes. He was a little scared, and wanted to persuade Wang Xiaoliu to wash his hands in the golden basin, and don't come next time.

But the eldest daughter of Wang Xiaoliu's family will start elementary school next year, and her mother-in-law's belly is big again, which is both tuition and milk powder money, which makes Wang Xiaoliu's head white. He begged his brother to do it one last time.

Wang Danian agreed.

Wang Xiaoliu loaded all the valuable things, looked forward to it, and finally looked forward to the trading day.

In the distance on the wasteland, the outline of the northwest base was already looming.

Wang Xiaoliu cheered up, touched his buttocks, and moved his stiff old waist and knee joints slightly.

There is a high fence in front of it, on which hangs the words "Military Restricted Zone, No Entry".

Open a little further along the fence and there will be a remote guard point with a small door to enter and exit. His elder brother Wang Danian would be on duty every five days, and at this time, Wang Xiaoliu would go around the wasteland in a big circle like now, and send things into it covertly.

Wang Xiaoliu quickly drove to the place where they had been handing over the goods.

After a glance from a distance, Wang Xiaoliu was shocked: "Strange, is there no one standing guard today?" ”

The northwest base is a base with a very high level of secrecy, and it is standard for each guard point to be on duty 24 hours a day, rain or shine, and the sentries standing guard stand up like javelins, whether it is the scorching sun or the cold weather, they cannot be shaken.

It's not uncommon for someone to stand guard, but it's a jaw drop that no one stands guard.

Every time Wang Xiaoliu came here in the past, he would see people standing guard.

But no one is there today.

"Brother Da Nian's courage is really getting bigger and bigger, and he even dares to run away from standing guard." Wang Xiaoliu muttered, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the entrance.

However, when he got closer and saw the sentry box and the "things" in the sentry box, the hairs on his body exploded, and he slammed on the brakes.

On the tread of the sentry box, covered with faded red cloth, was a small pile of clothes, familiar military uniforms, as if they had been taken off and thrown there casually.

The uniform was stained with dark red blood, and the camouflage coat seemed to be wrapped in some strange flesh, which seemed to be a bit like a pig in the water that had been sitting for days, mixed with broken white bone stubble.

And not far from the sentry box, there is a round, spherical object, red and white.

When Wang Xiaoliu saw clearly what the spherical object was, his expression could not help but change from anticipation to horror.

It was a head.

A scaled and scalped head.

It lay quietly on the ground, its eyes had rotted, turning into black and white thick water running down the naked muscles on its cheeks, leaving only a pair of empty eye sockets, staring at Wang Xiaoliu blankly.

Is it Wang Danian?

Is this head Wang Danian?

Is that dress Wang Danian?

Are those flesh and blood organs Wang Danian?

Wang Xiaoliu thought of these questions, but his thinking was confused, and he couldn't give an accurate answer at all.

But he came up with an obvious answer - someone died.

And the death is very cruel and curious, even the serial killers who are good at dismembering corpses in horror movies have to bow down.

Who is it that dares to kill the sentry standing guard at the northwest base?

What kind of person has such a deep hatred for the deceased that he has to toss the corpse like this?

Wang Xiaoliu couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to figure it out.

In an instant, according to his own instinct, he made a fairly correct decision.

- Run!

- Run!

No matter where the killer came from, no matter how these stumps came to be like this, he thought - the farther away the better!

Wang Xiaoliuqiang endured nausea and fear, quickly turned the front of the car, and when he turned around and fell halfway, he suddenly saw something creepy in the rearview mirror.

That's a piece of skin.

A grayish-white human skin resembling a deceased.

Its skull had only a layer of skin, and had lost its human appearance, and its empty eye sockets were swirled with wriggling red threads.

Its body resembled a prostrate person on all fours, but the interior was empty, with no flesh, bones, or internal organs, only some red reticulation structures, like blood vessels, and bright red fluid flowing from the blood vessels.

It was slowly rising from the pile of flesh.

It is an unspeakable monster.

Just by looking at it, Wang Xiaoliu felt that his eyes hurt uncomfortably, as if he had accidentally gotten chili water into his eyes.

Although his eyes were stimulated to tears, as a veteran driver with ten years of driving experience, Wang Xiaoliu still quickly completed the standard actions of stepping on the clutch, gear, and accelerator without opening his eyes.

The van, which had been converted from a military vehicle, sped off on the uneven wilderness road.

Strange pollutants walked behind him with strange steps, as if dancing. In this mad gesture, it sang and danced, uttering broken and jumbled prayers.

“Mi…”

It wasn't loud, but it was hoarse and eerie, like the shrill screech of a grinding wheel rubbing against metal.

fell in Wang Xiaoliu's ears, like a magic sound.

He screamed, fell down, and struggled with his hands to hold the steering wheel.

“… ajnigis…”

Accompanied by piercing prayers, unbearable pain hit Wang Xiaoliu, like a red-hot knife sticking into his brain and stirring.

With each stirring, he felt the skin itching and aching a little, as if the skin was involuntarily about to leave his body.

He didn't know what he had encountered, and he didn't know what the human-skin monster was, but he instinctively, hard, and frantically stepped on the gas.

“… min esti…”

The pick-up truck sped across the wilderness of the Gobi, shuttling through the rocks, bouncing up and down as if it would hit the stones or roll over on its side in a second.

But Wang Xiaoliu didn't care about it, he always couldn't see his eyes clearly, his ears couldn't hear, he still relied on the ruthlessness to survive, and stepped on the accelerator desperately.

“… homo.”

Escape.

Escape.

Escape.

Died on the way to escape, that was his bad luck.

Death at the hands of that monster is the most terrible thing.

I don't know how long I drove it, I don't know how long I escaped, and the singing behind me finally went away.

Wang Xiaoliu still didn't stop.

With red eyes and pain all over his body, he rushed forward numbly, fiercely, and desperately.

When he finally drove into Grey River, he finally couldn't help but hiss "Monster! There are monsters! He crawled out of the car and fell to the ground.

But in front of him, the crowd that was originally familiar showed frightened expressions, scattered in all directions, pointed at him from a distance, and shouted: "Monster! There are monsters! ”

Wang Xiaoliu lay on the ground, turned his head, and saw that his body, from the chest down, all the flesh and blood were corrupted and disappeared.

Instead, there is a thin, empty layer of grayish-white skin.

He looked at his body, and then at the frightened crowd around him, his body still in pain, but his mind became more and more peaceful.

Strange prayers flowed through my heart like musical notes.

“Mi… ajnigis… min… esti… homo.”

He began to sing loudly.

(End of chapter)