he died. It was a dead man, cross-legged in a Zen meditation posture, and the breath had already been cut off.
This person was shriveled like a corpse, the waxy skin shriveled into a thin layer, pasted on the bones, and the shabby gray clothes hung empty on his body. Truth reveals skinny beauty everywhere.
Looking at the appearance of this corpse, I don't know how many years I have died here, or what kind of principle made it such a corrupt situation.
The hairstyle is a male corpse, the face is no longer recognizable, but the clothes are similar to the clothing habits of the 1960s and 1970s.
"Flip through his pockets." I said, "see if there is anything."
But I obviously didn't want to do it, so I stared at Yuanshi after I said, Yuanshi glanced at me, "Who advocates, who does it."
I thought to myself, why is your personality so disgusting, do you have friends? There are no gloves for this, what if it is poisonous.
There is no other way, if you don't want to speak first, then do it yourself.
Look at this dry corpse clothing, it may be a member of Ning's historical team. Still a Zen disciple.
I held my breath and put my hands on the corpse. His clothes were already glued to the skin and hardened. It took a little effort to find the pockets.
However, even after searching it back and forth several times, he did not find anything that could prove his identity on the corpse.
Instead, the original body found some clues, "Look at his throat."
I lowered my head and saw that near the shriveled muscle in my throat, there was a deep cut. The muscle was rolled out, revealing a black wound inside.
He died of a knife wound, which was in the throat, killing him with a single knife.
I just read a few forensic-related works so-so when I was in college, and I knew a little about half-truth and half-false knowledge.
This knife wound, the wound was straight and deep, indicating that on the one hand, the person who used the knife was a good hand with the knife, on the other hand, the posture of the person when the knife was taken is worth studying.
The wound was flush, not cut down, or inclined up, indicating that the person who had the knife and the mummy were at the same height at the time.
This mummified corpse was probably meditating here and was killed by a knife. The height of the person who had taken the knife was not right whether he was standing, squatting, or sitting.
It is very possible that the person who issued the sword would meditate face-to-face with the person at that time, and then kill the person with the sword.
"You're so good, are you credible?" The original body asked me, "As soon as you learn the language, are you still practicing forensic medicine here?"
I can't wait to beat him to death, who are all language learners who look down on whom? ! Still pretending here, am I not you? "
I took a deep breath, "It doesn't make sense to delay here anymore. Let's find a way to survive now, brother."
"Brother follow up." The original body evilly smiled, and walked away. Not at all muddle-headed.
It was said that he left with his feet, but in fact it was still turning around like a fly without his head. At this time, the sense of direction had been completely lost. Except for the mummy just now, there was nothing that could be used as a reference.
Not long after he walked, the original body suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and looked forward, "Brother, look at it."
He was also addicted. It stands to reason that we are the same age, so I looked up too.
Far away, something slowly formed in my field of vision.
That is, a mummy sitting on the ground.
The two of them walked forward quickly. The mummy and the one in between are very similar, the same hairstyle, the same sallow facial features, the same Zen posture, but we can tell at a glance that this one is not the same as the previous one. .
Because the corpse in front of me was not clothed. He was naked, as if there was only a bone frame left, sitting here, his eyes slightly closed. I actually saw a look of compassion on his face. (End of this chapter)