Sleepless at night, he squatted down and investigated carefully.

I saw that on the dead face of the thief, some areas of the skin were swollen as if inflated; The rest of the body gradually showed a blue-brown color, but this face was still red and black.

At first glance, apart from flatulence and reddish-brown deposits under the skin, this face is no different from ordinary people.

After death, according to the Southern Song Dynasty official and forensic scientist Song Ci's "Record of Clearing Grievances and Autopsy", "the human body is originally red and black, and after death, it becomes blue." Zhang Daqiu has been dead for three or four hours, and there are corresponding signs, but this face seems to be hanging alone from the body, which is very different from other parts of the body.

"This cheek looks very unreal, like a fake." Sleepless shook his head. Although he had not read "The Record of Clearing Grievances", the experience accumulated by walking the rivers and lakes could also allow him to see the abnormality and have a bold speculation.

Before Zhang Daqiu died, except for the scab on his face, there was nothing wrong with this stinky face. Only after death, the corpse begins to show various signs of decay, and the overall change will highlight the special nature of this face.

After a few sleepless snorts, he propped up the thief's head, searched up and down, and groped around. Finally, in a hidden area behind his head, in the bush of hair, he saw a knot that had been loosened. Although it has been loosened, it is still strong and reliable, and the sleepless night gently pulls hard, and the sound of detachment sounds, and the skin on Zhang Daqiu's entire face, even with the conspicuous mole, was pulled off by him.

"Smack."

The skin of the face was lifted in the hand by the sleepless night, bouncing to the ground, shaking and gently impacting. A special material makes this face extremely flexible and skin-friendly, if it is not for the death of the body and the change of the body, otherwise it will never fall off and separate from the face, exposing the fact that this is just a fake face.

The fake skin is gone, and the true face is exposed. Zhang Daqiu's real face is uglier than the face with a mole.

The ravine-ridden black face, one blue one, one purple, a few places have even festered, and in the festering wounds, there are disgusting little worms wriggling, which seem to have existed before his death, and the whole person looks terminally ill and dying, which is very inconsistent with his martial arts cultivation.

Even if you don't be killed by sleepless nights this time, I'm afraid you won't have a few years to live.

Sleepless at night, he thought, this thief must have cultivated that stinky and poisonous palm qi, which caused the hair and skin of his body to have such a lesion. It seems that people still have to be upright, and they must not practice any evil deeds, otherwise they will be as ugly as the face of that stinky man.

sighed for a while, staring at the fake face in his hand sleeplessly, and was stunned.

"Wearing this fake skin, Zhang Daqiu has been a thief for a few years in this Black Elk Peak. The true face under the skin may not have been seen by anyone.

If I also wear this face, wouldn't I be able to pretend to be his identity and deceive the big and small thieves in the Black Elk Gang, and then be able to smoothly connect with Wu Zhangshi on September 26? ”

An absurd idea took shape in his mind. But soon, he shook his head, feeling that he had been wronged by this.

Thinking that he is young, dressed as a woman, and his appearance can surpass that of most women, and he tempts a group of men to the point that he has no master, how can he let go of the burden in his heart, and be the king of the mountain in this black elk peak with this ugly face?

This fake face has been worn by Zhang Daqiu for an unknown number of years, and it can be said that every inch is contaminated with the breath of a dog thief, and when you hold it in your hand, you can smell a smell of skin sweat, which is extremely disgusting. How can I get rid of my disgust and put it on calmly?

Staring blankly at the fake skin. The night is sleepless, and the heart is sometimes turbulent, and sometimes calm as a mountain.

Some light gradually came in through the window, and the warm autumn and winter sun finally crawled out of the mountain nest lazily, giving a little hope to the corner that was almost forgotten.

At a certain moment, I got up with a sleepless sound, pushed open the door of the small bamboo house, walked to the back of the house, and by the morning light, found a path to the pond, squatted down on a small stone pier, threw the fake skin into it, swished, turned over and over, and washed it many times.

There were some residues of soaphorn beside the pool, which was a rare good thing for him, and he used all the sleepless things at night, and not a single grain was wasted. After washing the fake skin, it is true that you can no longer smell a trace of skin sweat.

Back in the small bamboo house, he looked in the mirror at night, and carefully pasted the fake skin on his face. Tightly stitched so that it does not reveal any mistakes.

This fake skin can really be regarded as the first magical thing he has ever seen in his life.

At first, he thought that after violent washing, his skin would always fade a little, or be swollen and deformed by blisters.

Until he put it on, he almost couldn't help it, and wanted to slap himself - just because in addition to the hairstyle, the self in the mirror is almost no different from the original Zhang Daqiu, the mole is a mole, the mouth is the mouth, and even a trace of wrinkles at the corners of the mouth are intact, without a trace of difference, and the living Zhang Daqiu reappears, which makes him really want to slap this thief again, in order to vent his ups and downs in the past day.

Fortunately, I woke up in time and knew that this big ball was not another big ball, and after playing, it was only myself who was hurt. to avoid this slap.

He took a deep breath, looked in the mirror, adjusted to the face, quickly closed the door, lifted the dead body with a large ball, removed his turban, and reproduced his hairstyle. He endured the nausea again, took off his clothes, and exchanged clothes and shoes with the dead corpse except for intimate clothes.

Because Zhang Daqiu's sternum was broken by his punch, the chest of his clothes was torn, and it was soaked with blood, which was very scary, and he was sleepless at night and prepared a set of words, but he was not afraid of being asked.

He took the hairpin he had removed, and swiped it frantically on the face of the thief with a big ball in a maid's skirt. It wasn't until the flesh was blurred and I couldn't look at it at all that I stopped. Snorted coldly, didn't look at it, put the cleaned hairpin into his arms, pushed open the door, and walked out of the small bamboo house.

At this moment, if someone comes and sees this corpse, it will only be regarded as a sleepless night that has been plundered, and has been tortured and killed by the big boss. And would never have thought that this is Zhang Daqiu's deity.

The breeze came slowly, bringing down a few fallen leaves, hovering in the air for a long time, not for a long time, the late autumn morning, cold and bland, so faint that people want to cry.

Sleepless at night, dressed in clothes with blood on his chest, walking on a mountain path with a mole on his face, trying his best to adapt to this new identity.

A poet named Kong Shao'an, who was at the turn of the Sui and Tang dynasties, once wrote a poem, which appeared in front of him at this time, earning enough tears for him.

"In early autumn, the leaves are falling, and they are like a guest."