Chapter 112 Chapter 41: Chinese Expeditionary Force

Yin Hui's hands fumbled wildly on both sides, and finally found the light switch. The switch was turned on with a snap, and the room was suddenly bright as day. However, the scene in front of him flashed in front of Yin Hui all of a sudden, so Yin Hui, a bold embalmer, almost fell to the ground with his ass in fright. A few evil spirits behind him laughed and laughed, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and dispersed. What did Yin Hui see? In front of my eyes, a man covered in blood was lying quietly on the dilapidated blood-stained single sofa. Yes, a single sofa, because his legs and arms were all cut off, leaving only his torso and head lying peacefully on the sofa, motionless.The seven orifices were bleeding, and a dagger was stuck in the head, and the blood flowed profusely.

Yin Hui looked at his feet, it was all covered with blood, a lot of blood left from that person, glued his feet to the floor. Yin Hui took two steps back unconsciously, the scene in front of him was so bloody that Yin Hui couldn't bear it. Yin Hui looked around, trying to find where his limbs were, but to no avail. Bang Dang, Bang Dang. With a crisp sound, the corpse fell off the sofa, with its face up, its eyes fixed on Yin Hui, and then its head moved. The remaining limbs, which were only a few centimeters long, moved slowly on the ground, and opened its mouth. , seems to devour Yin Hui.

The black mouth, like a bottomless pit, formed an incomprehensible smile that made people fear in the heart. Yin Hui took two steps back, trying to get out of this room. But just when he was about to turn around, he felt something tug on his shoulder. His attention was once again attracted by the tearing force, and he looked over his left shoulder. A hand covered in blood rested on his shoulder, patted it lightly, as lightly as if trying to coax a child to sleep, there was a big hole in the hand, blood flowed profusely, and the blood poured on Yin Hui's clothes, At this moment, his whole body is red.

Yin Hui didn't panic, but took a deep breath, he believed that these were just hallucinations. When I looked over the next second, the broken arms really disappeared. Yin Hui let out a heavy sigh of relief, turned around and came to the stairs, wanting to see if they broke through the barrier and broke in. But what troubled him was that the stairs were deep and dark, and there was no human shadow at all, not even a moving object. Snapped…… The sound of footsteps came from behind, and Yin Hui took a breath. There could be no one behind him, but whose voice was it? When he turned around, he almost fell to the ground.

The two legs wandered and turned on the ground, which seemed to be walking, but if you looked closely, you would find that the order of the left and right legs of this 'person' seemed to be reversed. "What... what's going on here?" Yin Hui stared at the long legs without knowing why, and then slowly moved his gaze upwards. Both legs were bloodstained, and the limbs were covered with needle-like blood holes, and the gurgling plasma seeped out from the wound without stopping, staining a large area of ​​the floor red. The angle of view has been raised to the base of the thigh, and further upwards, but it is empty and there is nothing.

In other words, in the room, only these two legs are moving.Yes, only these two legs. Yin Hui's back was tightly attached to the cold wall, so that he could avoid being attacked from behind. The money sword in his hand emitted wisps of faint red halos in the dim space, reciprocating, with traces of Heating that soaks into the marrow. Click, click... The remaining limbs slowly crawled out of the room, lying crookedly on the ground, moving forward like a snake, and the body would move a few inches between shrinking and shrinking. The jaw of this 'person' has long since rotted into a pool of shredded flesh, dragging some connective tissue that has not yet completely died, the teeth are also exposed, and the facial features have been displaced due to the distortion of the face, just like a bird that has been trapped. The clay figurine after the owner wantonly ravaged it.

"Die...you all have to die!" The man raised his head and roared loudly, probably because of being too excited, countless streams of black plasma gushed out from the throat, and covered half of the wall. . "Yin Hui, where are you?" At this moment, Conan Doyle's voice suddenly came.Yin Hui was startled, and finally thought of a solution. The money sword in his hand danced wildly around, and rays of light raged. When the money sword slashed on a solid object and made a clanging sound, Conan Doyle and the scalpel Yellow Crane Tower appeared out of thin air. Seeing this scene, the fallen body screamed miserably, then died completely, motionless, all the eerie barking fangs and claws just now disappeared.

"This... this is..." The scalpel was the last one to join the incredible group, and his psychological quality was also the worst. Seeing the old man lying on the ground at this moment, he almost passed out without screaming. "Hey, are you okay!" Seeing the pale face of the scalpel, Yellow Crane Tower hurriedly patted him on the shoulder. "Well, it's okay, it's okay..." The scalpel trembled visibly. Yin Hui felt amused, this scalpel, who is famous for his superb technique of disembowelment and laparotomy, is afraid of such a mutilated body? As the saying goes, radish and green vegetables have their own love, maybe this corpse is beyond the degree of damage that his surgery can bear!

Yellow Crane Tower saw that the scalpel still did not relieve his nervousness, so he handed him a Yellow Crane Tower, and then smiled: "In the future, you need to practice your courage. This kind of scene abounds." The scalpel lost its former vivacity, and took two puffs with a heavy face. "It seems that we are a step late." Conan Doyle looked at the corpse on the ground with a heavy face, and then looked into the room: "Where is this man's arm?" Yin Hui shook his head: "I don't know, I didn't see it." Conan Doyle walked around the corpse and walked into the room. The dim light made this small dilapidated room look even more terrifying and gloomy. The blood stains on the ground were shocking, and the simple household furnishings were also splashed with blood.

"Who the hell would be so vicious." Yellow Crane Tower's heart was heavy. After carefully observing the room, he didn't find anything wrong, and he felt annoyed in his heart. "If it's really that person, it seems that this case is indeed a bit tricky." Conan Doyle analyzed the matter rationally, then walked out of the room and squatted next to the corpse. The corpse was completely lifeless, the body began to freeze, and the blood also coagulated. At this moment, the blood had already flowed to the stairs, and it was about to flow down the stairs. "Come and take a look." Conan Doyle noticed something was wrong and shouted.

"What's the matter?" The three people who were looking at the room helplessly came out in a hurry, wanting to see what clues Conan Doyle had found. "Did you see the clothes on this man?" Conan Doyle's tone was flat, as if he had a well-thought-out plan and had already made a judgment. "Well, what's so strange about this?" The scalpel looked at Conan Doyle inexplicably. "Look at this dress, have you seen it in today's society?" Conan Doyle focused his gaze on the scalpel. The scalpel looked at it thoughtfully, then shook his head with confused eyes: "Looking at this dress, it seems to be decades old. I have seen this kind of clothes on TV before." Conan Doyle nodded: "Yin Hui, what do you think of this matter?" Yin Hui nodded: "I can probably guess that this clothes should be the clothes in the army, and there is a musty smell on the clothes, which seems to be a few years old. The reason why he wears this clothes today is probably to give us Leave one last message!" Conan Doyle nodded in relief. Only after the Yellow Crane Tower smoked the cigarette in his mouth, did he extinguish him, and then put it in his pocket: "This suit, I know, is the uniform uniform of the Kuomintang army in the War of Resistance Against Japan. I have seen it before." .To match that hat, according to my guess, this dress came from the Chinese Expeditionary Force to Burma more than 40 years ago." Conan Doyle and Yin Hui looked at each other, and then all eyes focused on Yellow Crane Tower. He really deserves to be from the old Ann's background, and he is well-informed. Not to mention the clothes, I have never even heard of the name of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. "Let's go! I think we've caught a big clue." Yin Hui stood up and patted the dust on his hands: "I'll go back and add up, and it's probably about the same." Conan Doyle also breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go!"