Chen Qing turned sideways, recalling everything that had happened in his mind. He lowered his head and his voice was hoarse, as if the scar on his back was inflamed.
"That woman...how did they deal with it." Chen Qing did not open his eyes, and there was no blood on the ground outside the house.
This is wrong, this is not in line with what Jiang Wan said.
If the human body dies due to blood loss, approximately 2000CC-3000CC of blood can be shed.
This amount of blood can almost dye the entire ground of the earth building red, and also turn the yellow sand into mud.
But no, everything outside the house seemed extremely clean.
He recalled the scene before he fainted. The child's body expanded and exploded. Before that, the woman had obviously anticipated this scene.
Her hasty and hateful eyes are the best explanation. In other words, this kind of sand will kill people if it comes into contact...
But why, why did I not die because of the yellow sand even though I was also exposed to it?
He frowned and looked at his hands.
"Moreover, if there is a problem with Huangsha... I have been in contact with it more than once."
He closed his eyes and felt a little weird. If the wound on his back was normal, he should have recovered a long time ago. Why is it taking so long this time...
He lowered his head and looked around the room.
There are bedding and clothes in the house. But there was not enough food, and the only thing that could be eaten was a basin of water. The water was covered with a plastic bag to ensure that it would not evaporate due to dryness.
Next to the water tank is the bed where Chen Qing woke up just now.
There were two sets of quilts and pillows on the bed. Opposite the bed was a wardrobe, and to the left of the wardrobe, directly facing Chen Qing, there was a door that was ajar.
He raised his head and looked out the window, and continued to ask Jiang Wan: "What did they do with the woman's body and her blood?"
Jiang Wan frowned, a little disgusted by the scene in her memory: "They separated the woman's throat, and after bleeding for about five minutes... they divided some blood between each person according to their household registration.
As for the woman’s body…”
She sighed, her fingertips trembling a little: "According to the household registration, each person can receive a piece of 'fragrant meat'."
Chen Qing nodded, his steps a little frivolous. He returned to the bedside, leaned there and asked Jiang Wan: "When you saw the thing on my back, your mood was obviously wrong. Even you are now. What happened."
She raised her head after listening to Chen Qing's words, and her eyes met with Chen Qing's, but somehow, she unconsciously moved her eyes away with some fear: "I don't know... when I saw your back When I have something, I just...somewhat..."
"fear?"
"Yes, but not just. Crazy, panic, a little bit of almost every emotion..."
She gritted her teeth and seemed to be on the verge of collapse. It was only at this moment that Chen Qing looked at her raised head, and her pupils had become extremely sharp.
There was almost no pupil color in her eyes, just a little, moving slowly like the tip of a needle.
She looked extremely pale, and the unknown pressure seemed to be destroying her.
"Do you know..." She looked at Chen Qing and continued: "Do you know... that cyst... that face in the bag on your back...
It's in front of me every moment... wherever I look... wherever I am... I see it... I'm watching Him smile at me.
He was speaking frantically to me in words I couldn't understand.
You know...you know. "
She paused for a moment and grasped Chen Qing's arm with both hands. The force was so strong that Chen Qing's brows wrinkled a little: "You know! Human beings cannot imagine things beyond their own cognition!
But I looked at it! It is constantly twisting and changing! It...it's right in front of me...
It has been...waiting for me..."
Chen Qing's eyes became much more serious as he listened. Contamination of non-relics? The negative effects of extraordinary power?
He looked at Jiang Wan's hands. Her hands were already covered with dense patterns.
Those patterns have a strange beauty, and every small pattern is like the shape of a turbine.
At this moment, he could think of two corresponding words in his mind.
"Out of control? Contamination."
He gritted his teeth, wondering what had happened on his back.
But it was clear that he had not been changed in any way.
He closed his eyes, and the color of the pupils in Jiang Wan's eyes was almost invisible at this moment. She stared directly at Chen Qing, and the syllables coming out of her mouth were not like words that a human could say.
She stroked Chen Qing's face, but at this moment, Chen Qing's eyes became sharp. He picked up the pistol on Jiang Wan's waist. The other party's instinct shook slightly, but then stopped.
He looked at the cold firearm in his hand, briefly recalled the firearm's operating manual, and then the barrel of the gun in his hand pressed against the opponent's outstretched palm.
Somehow, when he looked at Jiang Wan at the moment, the other person's figure suddenly became unfamiliar.
She was obviously still her, but the woman in front of her didn't look like her anymore.
Chen Qing did not hesitate, pulled the safety and pulled the trigger.
In an instant, a thunderous roar echoed throughout the earth building, and severe pain and bone fragments on her palm pierced the flesh on the back of her hand.
"Ah...ah!"
She whined, and her eyes slowly moved to her palm. She looked at the gunshot scar on her palm, hesitantly, and bandaged it with a slow movement.
Chen Qing lowered his body and held up Jiang Wan's head. He watched the pupils in the other person's eyes recover a little. He tried and asked the other person again: "Do you still remember your name?"
She was stunned for a while, then tilted her head and answered: "Jiang Wan..."
"Do you remember what you had for breakfast this morning?"
She hesitated for a moment and hesitated: "Morning...morning..."
She recalled it for a while, and then the memory in her mind was gradually awakened: "Morning... it's not morning yet."
Chen Qing looked at the spiral pattern on her hand that slowly faded away, and the figure on her body became much more familiar.
"It seems...that matter cannot be mentioned again..."
He muttered for a moment, and Jiang Wan was a little puzzled listening to his muttering to himself. After all, the voice was too low and she could only make out a rough outline.
"What's up?"
Chen Qing shook his head and gasped before asking Jiang Wan, "Do you know what the woman's blood was used for after she was killed?"
She nodded, although her movements were still a little slow: "After each household was separated...it seemed that some anti-coagulant substances were added, and they were finally spilled at the door."
"Spilled it..." He picked up the document placed beside him. Someone had written something on the paper at some point.
On the first line, the man's handwriting looks particularly sloppy.
It's not the scrawl that comes from writing in a hurry, it's more like a child learning to speak, imitating the words written in the font for the first time.
There are no strokes, no sequence.
It looks like it was drawn in contrast.
In the first line, it reads: "By recording the ten most special things, you can find out the truth about Tulou."
"Ten pieces." He paused: "The most special one."
He looked at the document in his hand and frowned.
“Records are for things that are true and outside of time and can always be trusted.
Listen, only those who have numerous records and are at the forefront will live. "
He muttered the words he had seen before and frowned: "Is it really that simple?"
"Is it really enough to just rely on literal explanations of the back room rules this time?"
He sighed softly, but obviously he didn't mean to be convinced.
"Those residents spilled blood on their own doors, right?" Jiang Wan nodded as she listened.
"And after the splashing, did the yellow sand have any other changes?"
"Yellow sand?" She frowned, seeming a little puzzled: "This... I don't know. But what is certain is that after they spilled the blood, only about ten minutes later, the sandstorm came again. Attacked."
Chen Qing nodded and asked again: "Never stopped?"
"Stop, this is the third game. The second game lasted about two hours."
"That means there was about an hour in between?"
She nodded slightly, looking a little tired.
"An hour..." Chen Qing looked out the window, seeming to have some guesses and answers in his mind.
"Do you think the time is wrong?" Jiang Wan supported her body, climbed onto the bed, and leaned against the window beside Chen Qing.
"No. Everything is wrong. Five minutes is too short."
He recalled everything in the past, three things, three different things, there must be a common denominator that can drive them.
"Young man. Himself. And the residents who were dismembered by the original Tulou people."
He closed his eyes and asked Jiang Wan again: "Did you kill that woman within the first five minutes of meeting them?"
She nodded and said "Yeah".
"In other words, after they took away the blood...the sandstorm started again.
After that sandstorm, the outside stopped for about an hour, and during this hour, they did not clean up the blood in front of the house, and the blood was clean? "
Jiang Wan nodded, a little confused and puzzled: "What is the relationship between the two? From what I heard you said... it's like blood caused a sandstorm, but the residents here obviously don't have to do this. Isn’t this harming yourself?”
"Yeah..." There was some confusion in his eyes: "Isn't this harming yourself? Unless the behavior of causing sandstorms is just one of them, what they need may be feedback from other aspects."
He looked at Jiang Wan and frowned slightly: "What if this blood can indeed attract yellow sand as we thought, but while attracting yellow sand, it can also dispel the yellow sand for a period of time?"
"No... do you want to listen to what you are saying? If you feel uncomfortable, just sleep for a while." She frowned slightly, becoming even more confused.
