Those were piles of old wooden boxes, some of which had been opened, and there were a lot of straw inside, all of which had rotted and turned black. I could see piles of mortar shells inside, and all the oily paper was broken, all rusted in a mess.
On the other side are several neatly arranged mortars and shotguns.
It seems that this guy really hit us.
"A lot of it is useless." The guy suddenly said as I looked around. His voice was very vague, and he still couldn't distinguish between men and women.
I turned my head to look at him, and he handed me a military porcelain cup with boiling water in it. I was surprised that he could speak. If he just made some weird noises, I could still accept it, but now he can make sounds that are so easy to understand. Later I realized that he is a human being after all, and it is very common for him to have a physical disability and his throat is not broken.
"You?..." I don't know how to speak.
"Wu Sansheng, you are old too." He looked at me and seemed to be smiling, but on his face, any expression on his face looked very strange, "However, no matter how old you are, there is always someone who looks like me, unlike me. ."
I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that I was wearing the mask of the third uncle. What surprised me was that he could call the third uncle's name. Then, this thing actually knew the third uncle.
"you know me?"
"Well, for thirty years, you probably never thought I was alive."
"You are?" I suddenly realized why he brought me here. If he knew Sanshu, then he would be surprised to see Sanshu suddenly in the wilderness.
I shook my mind and thoughts that appeared on TV. Of course, it is impossible for such a thing to happen in real life. I think he didn’t even think of it when he saw me. Now he doesn’t know what to do. He just wants to make peace. I just recounted the past.
But this person once bombed us with mortars. I'm not sure if he knew I was in the team at the time, but for these things this person did mercilessly, he was not a person who was afraid of hurting others. For him, it must be something without psychological pressure at all.
Then I can't be too relaxed. I know too little about him. In case he and my third uncle have an enemy, if a word is wrong, I will probably get fucked. His pants are bulging, and I know there must be a guy in it.
I pretended to think, and then acted slightly surprised. "It's you?" I sank my expression, "How did you become like this?"
"Can't you guess?" He took a sip of water and asked suddenly, "Where are you on now?"
What? What does it mean
I just want to puck my own mouth in my heart. I suddenly felt that "Alexander", this kind of dialogue is too leap and contains too much information. Only people with a tacit understanding can continue the dialogue. I don't know what kind of question he is asking, and continue to do so. , I must have revealed my stuff without saying anything.
"On your side." I thought for a while and felt that this answer was the safest.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, he started to laugh strangely, "Wu Sansheng, will be on my side, what happened outside? What made you like this?"
I have already given up, "Times have changed."
"Then you agree now that none of these things should be known to people in the world?"
"No," I said.
He didn't speak any more, and the atmosphere fell into deep silence.
"I didn't kill them. They died when they entered that building anyway. Instead of dying in that demon building, it's better to die on my hands. There can be no more dead people in that building, and no more dead people will be full."
I looked at this pit, looked at the campfire outside, but at a distance of a few meters, the corpse was thrown here, don’t you worry about decay? At least it should be buried. This man is really crazy. Does he like to watch this corpse rotting
He kept a distance from me, and now the backlight turned into a ghost again, and repeated: "If you are full, no one can help."
I didn't quite understand it. I was about to ask, but suddenly I heard a strange sound from the bottom of the pit, as if there was something at the bottom of the pit.
What? Could there be any beasts in it? These corpses weren't rotted into bones, but eaten into bones
The fire stick at the bottom of the pit became darker and darker, and several skulls rolled out of the darkness. "What's inside?" I asked.
Before I finished the question, things in the dark rolled out, and I couldn't help feeling dumb when I saw it.
He was actually a fat man, his body was stripped bare, his hands and feet were very strong, his mouth was tied with cloth, and he was rolling in the mud like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"Why is he here?"
"I saw in the village that he was yours, so I didn't do anything." The humanity said, "He is looking for you around here during the day."
"Quickly, let him go." I said.
The man took out a small knife from his waist and threw it into the pit. The fat man immediately rolled over, grabbed the knife with his back, and then quickly cut the rope, ripped off the cloth in his mouth, and shook the fat all over his body. He rushed up to the pit: "I killed you!"
After rushing a few steps, the ghost figure backhand took out Fatty's Tinker Bell from behind and pointed at Fatty. I immediately finished the game, "My own person, my own person."
"My own?" The fat man looked at me, "San Ye, are you too broad-minded, do you have business dealings with aliens?"
"It's a long story, a long story." I immediately gave the fat man a face.
Obviously the fat man was very angry. No matter who he was, he would definitely feel uncomfortable if he was stripped and thrown into the mud puddle. He cursed more than a dozen times in the mud pond before he calmed down, and shouted at the top: "You're forced, Fatty, where's my clothes."
The ghost man walked back, found some clothes out of the mess, and threw them into the pit. The fat man climbed up, covered in mud, and grabbed me and asked, "What's the matter?"
I lip-synched and said, "I don't know, don't ask."
The fat man scolded the ghost man: "Monster, my damn old man walked well on the road, the *** person sneaked on me, and the *** person practiced alone with me."
The ghost shadow man ignored him and asked me: "Since you are on my side, why are you here for?"
I sat down and thought through the whole story for a while, and then I told him a rough idea, saying that my nephew’s friend was trapped in the ancient building of Zhang’s family, and I had to save him.
"It's that group of people, they have something to do with you?" He bowed his head.
"Have you seen them?"
"One of them is a young man with a knife on him," said the ghost shadow man.
I nodded immediately, "Yes."
"They are dead," said the ghost man. "They have entered that building and are no longer in this world."
I glanced at the fat man who was rubbing the mud, the fat man was not listening at all, just cursing.
"Impossible," I said, "He saw them before, they are still alive, and..."
"Don't you believe it?" The ghost man drank, "You two come with me, I will show you the truth about this place."