That night, we took advantage of the darkness to sneak into the factory.
Before going out, I asked Chen Jiayan for some strands of hair, and set up a frying pan in the yard.
Some snitches in the rivers and lakes will carry something called dumb dumplings with them.
This thing is also simple to make. Mix white flour with sesame oil, make it into a ball shape, and then wrap the woman's long hair in it.
Put the dumplings in a frying pan and fry until half-cooked, take them out and let them cool, then the dumb dumplings are done.
Although this thing is not difficult to make, it is extremely useful.
When we arrived at the factory, we climbed up the wall. I took out the dumb dumplings and threw them forward as hard as I could.
"Click"
The dumpling made a small sound when it landed on the ground.
After a while, the sound of claws scraping the ground was heard not far away.
I looked up and saw several tall, dark wolfdogs appearing at the base of the wall.
Ji Canghai lay down in my ear and whispered: "There is something wrong with this dog."
"How to say?"
"Look at his eyes, they are red."
After a pause, Ji Canghai added: "You remember the Tibetan Mastiff you saw in the octagonal cage last time, right? They also have red eyes."
"You mean, this is also a Tibetan Mastiff?"
Ji Canghai shook his head solemnly: "Those dogs grew up chewing corpses, so their eyes turned blood red!"
Hearing this, I immediately took a breath.
Is it possible that the people in Changchunhui have become dog food?
As long as it is an animal with fur and horns, it has wildness in its bones. Once it eats something bloody, the wildness will get out of hand.
In the past, craftsmen who set up dog fighting stalls on the streets would basically win every fight.
It is because their dogs eat three feet of meat from the ribs of corpses all year round, so they are naturally extremely ferocious.
"Bah."
At this time, the leading dog took the dumb dumpling in his mouth and swallowed it in three mouthfuls.
I couldn't help but wake up secretly, thanks to the existence of this thing!
The glutinous rice flour is sticky and the dog cannot open its mouth after eating it. The long hair will get tangled in its throat and it will be unable to make any sound.
However, this kind of thing will not hurt their lives. When they leave, I will just help them untie it.
Several wolfdogs were running around in circles like crazy, but they couldn't make any sound.
The three of us swaggered in and a few dogs tried to bite us, but it was all in vain.
Looking back and forth, I still felt that the shed made of linoleum was strange.
As long as it is a factory, the biggest fear is fire, and linoleum is typically waterproof but not fireproof, and is even flammable.
Isn’t it nonsense to put a row of these things here?
"Walk."
I took the lead and headed straight for the linoleum tent.
Before entering, Chen Jiayan placed the wooden puppet at the door and hung a very long filament on his hand.
Chen Jiayan pulled her sleeves and whispered, "If I tell you to run away later, don't hesitate."
Having something like this standing guard here gives us a lot of peace of mind.
I opened a corner of the shed and saw sleeping bags placed vertically.
The tents were densely packed, and at a glance, there were at least dozens of them.
I casually opened the sleeping bag, and a gray-white man's face was immediately exposed in front of me.
Although I was mentally prepared, I was still inevitably shocked.
The male corpse tilted his head, his eyes widened, his nose slightly enlarged, and his mandible was almost completely torn, so that even the back molars were clearly visible.
I took a closer look and saw that his face was covered with white condensation similar to ice crystals.
I pulled it down smoothly, and half of the sleeping bag was pulled open.
At this time, half of the body of the male corpse was completely exposed.
I took a closer look and saw that he was holding a jade ruyi in his left hand on his chest, while his right hand was holding a jade ruyi tightly.
Hold the magic pestle.
Ruyi is spread from Taoism, and the magic pestle is a magical weapon of Tibetan Buddhism.
Why do these two unrelated things appear in the hands of the same corpse?
I thought again about what Chen Changming had done before, maybe this was some evil thing!
At this time, the back of my hand accidentally touched the body. I felt cold and hard, like a three-nine-day popsicle.
"Looking at it like this, it's not long before he dies. He shouldn't be from the Changchun Society."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jiayan strode up and reached into the corpse's mouth.
"The tongue is still soft and the death will not last long."
I suddenly felt doubtful: "This corpse has hardened into wood. Are you sure it didn't last long?"
Chen Jiayan looked around: "No more than 24 hours, otherwise the tongue will not be elastic."
After saying that, Chen Jiayan wiped the surface of the body with her hands.
"It's salt."
Chen Jiayan twirled the crystals on her hands, took out the scalpel from her bag, and lightly slashed the body.
The sharp scalpel left a half-foot-long gash on the corpse, and Gugu's blood actually flowed from the wound!
Even if I don’t know how to perform an autopsy, I also know that after death, the blood will coagulate!
In other words, Chen Jiayan's inference is correct, this man died not long ago!
Chen Jiayan inserted the scalpel a little deeper, and the muscle tissue of the male corpse rubbed against the blade, making a slight squeaking sound.
This is a common occurrence for Chen Jiayan, but I just feel a chill down my spine.
