Xiaohua immediately whistled: "Get a shovel!" With a loud bang, several young men pulled their backpacks and took out the guy and rushed over. The movements were very quick, and they were obviously trained very well by Pan Zi.

These people knew what was going on when they got close. I was wearing a mask, and I was not convenient to do it, so I could only watch from the side. Under Xiaohua's command, they immediately used shovels and masonry hammers to pry open the gap. Soon I found that although the color of the stones around the gap looked exactly the same as the rocks, the hardness was much worse. After prying a few times, the circle of stones around the crack was cracked. They used their hands to fiddle the gravel to one side, and the crack quickly changed to the width I was when I crawled out. Then I became extremely idle to make the cut bigger.

I was surprised that the scene in front of me was a means of concealment. In this circle of the gap, it seemed like a circle of rocks growing like wounds healing. In fact, it was not a stone at all, but a substance that was softer than stones. But this substance looked exactly the same as a stone, and even the texture was almost the same.

I didn't have time to think about it carefully, and the fat man was dragged out of it, and an extremely unpleasant smell came to my nose in an instant. When I dragged him, he didn't move, as if he had completely lost consciousness.

The fat man lost at least a circle of weight than the last time I saw him, and even looked a little waisted. He was covered in dark green mud, and his eyes were so wide that he was so big that he was dead. I went up to touch his pulse, but fortunately he was still jumping very strongly.

Several people rushed him to a place where the air was circulating by the lake. The fat man was extremely heavy. Several times, some people with less strength couldn't catch him, causing him to fall to the ground, which was heartbreaking.

I dragged it to the lake and turned on the SAIC light, and I could see the fat man's embarrassing appearance. The fat man himself was not good-looking, and his most serious appearance was already very sloppy. But now it seems that he was just a dumpling that had just dug out of the coffin. His clothes were rotten in pieces and his body was covered with green mud. The little flower brought water from the lake to rush him to his body, and the exposed skin was rotten sores the size of an egg.

"Fuck, this is a sick pig." A guy whispered.

"Is he dead? Why doesn't he move?" Someone patted the fat man's face and was pulled by me. Xiaohua asked someone who could see a doctor to come and check the fat man.

I saw the mute sister coming over. She glanced at me, tied her hair and leaned over to check the fat man. I didn't care about avoiding suspicion at this time, and looked at it with a bit of the bullet. In the mask, my tendons were leaping, but fortunately they couldn't see it.

Sister Ya cut the fat man's clothes open and cut them halfway, and we all saw an amazing scene: the fat man's belly was covered with countless blood marks.

Although it seemed to be inconsistent, I could still see at a glance that these marks had some very obvious rules. Sister Mu was using a wet towel to wipe off the fat man's blood, looking for a fatal wound. I watched the blood stains being wiped off and found that the blood stains exposed were extremely fine, forming a totem-like pattern on his belly one by one.

"Is this a word?" someone said, "I have written a few words on this fat man's belly." Sister Ya continued to check. There were more scratches on the fat man's belly covered by clothes. These clothes could no longer be taken. She cut them all the way, and I saw that there were more scratches on his lower abdomen, and the outline of the entire pattern really looked like.

This kind of scratch should be caused by using sharp objects to use moderate strength to scratch the skin.

I picked up the fat man's hand and sure enough, I saw a sharp triangle on his fingernail on his thumb.

It looks like these scratches were scratched by the fat man himself. Although the fat man himself is very mushy, it is not something that ordinary people can do to scratch his belly with his nails. What does he want to express?

The early scratches have already scabbed, while the latest one is still covered with blood. Obviously, all strokes have a long time span, and the first stroke to the belly is at least seven or eight days ago.

I thought about it and said to Xiaohua: "We may be able to see what we are writing when we stand up and put our clothes aside."

We all took a few steps back and turned the fat man in a few directions to see the scratches. I tilted my head, but I still couldn't understand.
Chapter completed!