Chapter 138: Tracking Along the Way-The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes
by Jessie@AFNCC“Don’t look!”
Bean Sprout Boy panicked and covered Xiao Xuan’s eyes to prevent him from seeing the corpse’s proper face.
Fish’s body crouched slightly, the wooden javelin in his hand raised high, his calves tensed, his face grim into the water, ready to strike.
Suddenly!
A low whistle sounded in the night in Tengri, coming from a distance.
The two desert wolves pulling the planks of wood immediately turned their heads and looked around when they heard the whistle, and then turned around and ran away with their tails between their legs.
Seeing the two wolves gradually running away, Fish breathed a sigh of relief.
The air-dried body looked like it had been deliberately posed, sitting cross-legged and moving.
The body’s features were shrunken and distorted, but I recognized it.
Surprisingly, it’s Ma Deming! He stepped into an ant nest in his right leg in the first place and used our gauze!
It’s the long dead Mademoiselle!
Someone plowed him out!
“Apprentice! Apprentice wake up!”
Liao Bo gently patted his face and pinched the middle of the human body, Liao Xiaomi then slowly opened his eyes, still with a stunned face.
Fish walks in and stabs the body with a wooden stick, and the body falls backwards.
“You guys recognize this guy?” Fish asked, turning his head after examining the body.
I was still in a state of shock and just shivered my lips and said I recognized that the man had been bitten by ants on his calf and died of infection and fever, and then we buried him in the desert.
“Infected with a fever?”
Fish shook his head and said, “Looks like you guys didn’t check it out in the first place, he didn’t die of a fever, come here and look.”
I bravely walked over to Fish, who had turned the body over with his foot and reached down to pull a nail out of the back of the body.
I can’t say iron nails either, only similar, like, but different from the stainless steel nails used in modern times.
I felt nothing but horror and nausea at the sight.
Recall the situation that day, Ma Deming afternoon is still alive and well, to 8:00 p.m. more than suddenly out of gas and died, and he died in good clothes, death is very sudden.
At this time Bean Sprout Boy said in disgust: “Really old horse, someone plowed him out, what’s this for? Come over specifically to scare us? Isn’t it the Nine Clear Waters cleaning up the house.”
“Nope ….. Not like that.” I shook my head in denial.
During that time period, Jiu Qing Shui and the head of the handle were dealing with the Cumulus Cemetery Palace, and if Jiu Qing Shui had done it, he basically wouldn’t have gone the extra mile to bring in the body of Ma Deming.
Whoever did this always struck me as sending some kind of signal, to our group.
Fish wiped his hands and opened his mouth, “It seems that a few of you have a lot of enemies, it’s useless to guess, it just so happens that there’s no wind now, follow the traces of the drag line over to find the past to see where it’s coming from.”
Fish woke me up with his words.
Yes, the desert wolves dragged the wooden planks over and left traces all the way across the sand, which were more obvious to look at now, but if they waited for the wind to pick up, the sand would cover them up.
Thinking about it, a figure inexplicably appeared in my mind, which was cloaked and unrecognizable, holding a big yellow dog.
It’s not too late to figure out who did it, you have to grab the immediate clues and do something about it, it’s too passive to just wait.
I said, “Just in case, bud boy, you take the knife and watch the camp, watch Xiao Xuan Mi, I’m afraid of transferring the tiger away from the mountain.”
“When we get back.”
Bean Sprout Boy knew that it was inconvenient to bring so many people and things, so he gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t worry Peak, I’ll stay awake at night.”
“Go.”
Leaving a message behind, Fish and I trotted along following the tracks on the ground.
The fact that we could hear the whistle proves that the man definitely couldn’t have gotten far, probably within ten miles.
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