As soon as everyone walked into the arch, they almost fainted by a pungent smell.

Lao Ta spat hard and muttered:

"Dog Ri's immortal Banban, what does it smell so bad? It's like snail noodles!"

When people from Lingnan in Dachuan heard this, they felt nauseous.

Nothing else, Dachuan often eats snail noodles. He thinks the smell is really a bit similar, but it's too irritating.

Everyone took out their masks to cover their mouths and noses. Who knew whether the rotten smell was toxic.

Mr. Ling lit the lighter almost as soon as he smelled the smell. He felt a little relieved when he saw the flames burning normally.

Everyone looked around with searchlights, looking for the origin of the smell.

"Look, there are a few piles of sticky things on that side, and the smell should be coming from there."

A few people walked over and came closer to see clearly. It was a pile of sticky things, black, white and gray, which were clearly divided, but piled up in one place.

As soon as I got closer, the smell of eye-sucking became stronger and stronger, really ~ eye-sucking.

Lao Ta looked at the sticky pile that was almost one person tall and muttered:

"Mom sells the quotation, what is this?"

Dachuan covered his nose and said:

"It seems that something is rotting."

Mr. Ling was wearing an N95 mask and couldn't see his expression, but he heard his voice because he was not calm.

He looked at the pile of sticky things and said:

"The white one is uric acid, the black one is feces, and the gray one is undigested fat."

When Lao Ta heard this, he was so scared that he jumped two meters away and shouted:

"Three-colored feces?"

Mr. Ling nodded and affirmed Lao Ta's words.

Hearing the words "Three Colors of Dust", Dachuan quickly dodged a few steps back.

Li Xiaohua and the others didn't know why, but they also hid far away from the crowd.

"What is tricolor dung?"

Someone asked in horror.

Dachuan replied in a trembling voice:

"Only the snake's dung is separated by three colors. Such a large pile of three colors, I don't know how many snakes you need to pull out."

Mr. Ling turned around and pulled out the dog-leg knife from the big river waist and said:

"Maybe it doesn't need a lot, but it still needs to be verified."

While speaking, he came to the pile of old high mucus and used the dog-leg knife to push the outer mucus layer by layer. Until a hole was dug out, he heard the sound of the dog-leg knife colliding with the hard thing.

As soon as Mr. Ling dug it up, a ball of white stuff rolled out from the sticky pile of dung. By chance, he happened to roll to the feet of team doctor Li Xiaohua.

The thin little doctor lowered his head and looked at the searchlight. He was so scared that he squatted on the ground, kicked his feet hard, rubbed his butt against the ground and ran away.

Everyone also saw clearly what that ball of thing was.

It was a monkey's head, which had almost turned into a skeleton. On the exposed white skull, there were only some stomach acid corrosion, and the red and fresh tendons hung on it, which was very terrifying.

However, what is even more terrifying than this is Mr. Ling's next words:

"The three colors are clearly distinguished and there is no interference inside. It can be confirmed that this is a one-time excretion of a snake."

A group of people stared at the top of their eyes in shock.

Looking at the man's tall dung pile, if it was a waste pulled out by a snake, how big would the snake be?

Mr. Ling didn't seem to be afraid, he said calmly:

"This pile of excrement should be excrement within a few hours. Snakes have a characteristic, that is, they hate their own discernment. When they excrete, they will raise their tails high to avoid their bodies rubbing against their discernment.

So, it is safe for a long time, and this big guy will never come here before the next time he is exhausted."

As he spoke, he continued to walk deeper. Sure enough, in the corner, there were piles of excrement in a row. The difference was that the piles of excrement were dry, and the dead bones of the animals inside seemed to be covered with a layer of dry glue, and they were entrenched there in strange shapes, light and without any weight.

Gu Yu listened carefully to the movements around him, and did not find any living things, so he also walked slowly and looked at the piles of excrement.

Suddenly, he stopped and headed for a pile of dry excrement.

Everyone looked at the spotlight above Guyu's head and recognized at a glance that the dry bones in the pile of excrement were a human skeleton.

Gu Yu pulled out his waist knife and put it on the dry bone. Then everyone heard a crisp "ding bell" sound, and it was obvious that something metal fell on the ground.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the metal sheet on the ground that could still reflect silver light.

When Lao Ta saw the thing, his eyes lit up, and he ran over several steps, and used his dagger to pick up the metal card.

"It's the ID card."

Dachuan glanced at it and said:

"It's not like the identity card of the American soldier."

Lao Ta shook his head and said:

"It's not the kind of foreign soldiers, it's the identity card of these guides in Shu, with words on it, but it's covered with dry excrement."

While speaking, he used his other hand to snatch his neck, and everyone saw a metal plate with the same vertical eye shape hanging around Lao Ta's neck.

The reason why Shu used the vertical eye card was because the founder of Bashu civilization was Cancong, and his characteristic was vertical eye, which is commonly known as the double eye pupil.

Only then did Guyu realize that these life-long guides in the wilderness in Shu also had their own identity cards.

Lao Ta put on gloves and wiped the ID card with toilet paper.

This vertical brand is made of stainless steel and is very corrosion-resistant. Even after being soaked in stomach acid, it is still as bright as new.

After wiping for a while, the engravings on the vertical card became clear.

Laota adjusted the spotlight and shone it over. After a closer look, everyone saw that his big red face turned pale.

The shock was far beyond the one-time excretion he knew that the pile of three-colored feces came from a giant python.

Guyu found something wrong and asked hurriedly:

"Old Ta, what's the situation? Do you know this identity card?"

Lao Ta took a few breaths before he held his voice out and said:

"He is a fairy Banban, this is Bi Dong's identity card."

"Bi Dong? Bie Dong brought Jack Sheng to find Bi Dong from the Blood Pond?"

Lao Ta nodded, suddenly seemed to remember something. He used a knife to pick out the pile of dry three-color feces and found a hand bone inside. It was a deformed little finger on the left hand and a piece of metacarpal bone missing.

Mr. Ling has a very good memory, and he said in confusion:

"Bi Dong, whose little finger on his left hand is deformed?"

Lao Ta still nodded heavily, looking at Bi Dong's identity card, I don't know what I was thinking about, but it is unknown whether to recall or mourn.

When Mr. Ling saw Lao Ta nodding, he said in an even more incredible tone:

"In the order of feces, this pile of dry feces should have been about half a year ago. So if the skeletons in this pile of three-color feces were Bi Dong, who killed the temple guardian more than ten days ago?"

Only then did everyone wake up and remember the murder case in Pizi Temple.

It was judged at that time that Bi Dong killed the temple guardian because the palm lines, metacarpal bones and knife shapes all conform to Bi Dong's characteristics.

But how could a person who has died for half a year commit a crime more than ten days ago?

Ghost?
Chapter completed!