“Is this human nature?”

After reading An Yan's words, Feng Yangshu didn't know what to say, nor did he know what to do next.

But he didn't expect that a person who looked so taciturn was actually a guy who had killed someone.

Wait, why do I say "yes"?

He was a little confused. He just now, he couldn't help pronunciation of that word.

Could it be that I am a person covered in blood with hands?

However, logically speaking, if you have killed someone, you should be in a state of worry. But why is it so calm now? If you let him recall those memories that may be forgotten, he will be at a loss.

Feng Yangshu was a little confused and even more curious.

But there is no clue at all about this matter at the moment. The piece of paper in An Yan’s notebook cannot explain his connection with these things, or the connection between An Yan himself or Feng Yangshu and this small town.

He shook his head, trying to throw the random thoughts out of his mind, put down the paper in his hand, and looked at the corpse in the corner.

He is still guessing whether the corpse in this corner is An Yan?

Although it is possible to be sure that this backpack belongs to An Yan, the biggest thing is that An Yan has been here, and he doesn't know where others are.

"Players can choose an item to search."

Perhaps Feng Yangshu had been staying for too long, and such an inexplicable sentence vaguely sounded in his mind.

He frowned, trying to pursue the source of the sound, but found nothing, and even made his head a little ache.

Player?

Isn't that the system prompt sound in the game?

Why does it appear in your mind?

Are you playing a game?

How is it possible? The pain here is so real. It is logical that a game can't achieve such an effect.

Feng Yangshu was the first to deny his thoughts, and as for the words just now, he also regarded them as an illusion.

Between the corpse and the backpack, he chose the backpack.

I just opened my largest pocket just now. You should know that there are several mezzanine layers like this. Next, I should check if there are any useful things in other mezzanine layers.

Feng Yangshu picked up the backpack that had been placed under the table, unzipped the mezzanine zipper, and there was nothing but a towel inside.

However, although there was nothing dirty on the towel, I didn't know if I had any sharp objects in the middle and I had a button that was almost as long as my thumb, but it was much shorter than that length.

Fortunately, Feng Yangshu was observed close to the light, otherwise there would be no details at all.

He found a little dark red, unknown viscous liquid at the edge of the opening. It was obvious that this was blood, blood that was about to solidify.

Why did you find a towel stained with blood in An Yan's bag?

Feng Yangshu couldn't figure it out, but he could only continue rummaging.

In the inner mezzanine of the backpack, he found a camera with broken lens glass. It was a card machine from a few years ago and is now almost eliminated. But overall, one of the card machine in other cameras is an easy-to-carry camera.

Turning on the camera switch, Feng Yangshu wanted to see what was inside, but got nothing.

Because I don’t know where the memory card in this card machine is placed.

After seeing this, Feng Yangshu felt more and more strange.

What kind of accident happened that caused An Yan's backpack to have a blood-stained towel, newspapers that were torn off for some reason, as well as these strange diaries, and card machines that didn't know where to put this memory card.

Feng Yangshu looked at the corpse lying on the ground, a little confused.

Is the corpse on the ground really An Yan's body?

If so, who stabbed the knife on his body?

Who was the one who killed him?

Where are the people from other teams?

If not, where is An Yan?

Feng Yangshu is now in a state of extreme chaos. He doesn't know what he should do. He hopes that his teammate An Yan is still alive, but he is a little afraid that he will be the corpse on the ground.

No, not afraid.

He couldn't tell what it felt like, maybe it was expectation, maybe... it was just fear.

But he quickly calmed down. Looking at the corpse on the ground, he squatted down resolutely.

When he just squatted down, Feng Yangshu smelled a strange smell. This smell was probably a mixed smell of rottenness and blood. It was very strange and weird, but it inexplicably made him a little excited.

Feng Yangshu is increasingly confused about what is going on with him—

Why is he so calm when it comes to murder?

Why is he so accustomed to being covered in blood?

Why is he so excited when he smells blood?

This is all a feeling that comes from his physical instinct.

He obviously couldn't remember anything, but his physical functions and instincts made him have different ideas about these things than others, and even applied this idea to his own actions.

When he encounters this situation, he has only one way, which is to try to calm himself down, try to find all the clues that are useful to him, and not miss a trace.

Feng Yangshu smelled the strange smell and stretched out a hand to search the corpse.

The corpse had been pecked unrecognizable by vultures. There was a wound on its body that was so fresh that it was obviously caused just now.

He knew that these wounds were made by vultures, and now he just needs to find the wounds that are about to rot and investigate them.

But there is one thing he doesn't know, that is the time of death of this corpse.

Although it is night now, the temperature at night is relatively colder than the temperature during the day. Perhaps because of the wet weather, he feels that the night is also very hot.

Then it is inevitable that the temperature during the day is higher than that of the night.

If a person has many wounds on his body and in a very high temperature weather, the flesh on his body is more prone to rot. In other words, it may speed up the rot.

Although the corpse was about to rot, the blood on his body seemed to have just solidified. These two contradictory phenomena gave him a reason that it was difficult to judge.

If it were blood alone, then this person had been dead for less than a few hours.

etc.

Feng Yangshu suddenly thought of something.

He wiped the blood that had just solidified on the body on his hands, and after looking at it, he made an action that he had never expected.

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Chapter completed!