Chapter 126 Chinese Expeditionary Army

Yin Hui's hands were fumbled around both sides, and finally found the light switch.

The switch was turned on with a snap, and the room suddenly became as bright as daylight.

However, the scene in front of him suddenly flashed in front of Yin Hui, which made Yin Hui, the bold embalmer, almost frightened and fell to the ground.

The evil ghosts behind him burst into laughter and then turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated.

What did Yin Hui see?

In front of him, a man covered in blood was lying quietly on the shabby single sofa stained with blood.

Yes, the single sofa, because his legs and arms were cut off, only his torso and head were left, and he lay peacefully on the sofa, motionless. He was bleeding from his seven orifices, and a dagger was inserted on his head.

, blood flows like a stream.

Yin Hui looked at the feet, and there was blood all over it. A lot of blood left behind from the man, sticking his feet and the floor together.

Yin Hui unconsciously took two steps back. The scene in front of him was so bloody that Yin Hui couldn't stand it.

Yin Hui's eyes looked around and wanted to find where his limbs were located, but they were fruitless.

Clang, clang.

With a crisp sound, the body fell off the sofa, with its face facing up, its eyes staring at Yin Hui, and its head moved, and the remaining limbs, which were only a few centimeters long, slowly moved on the ground, and its mouth was opened.

It seems to be about to devour Yin Hun.

The dark mouth, like a bottomless pit, formed a smile that is difficult to understand and makes people frightened.

Yin Hui took two steps back and wanted to walk out of this room.

But just as I was about to turn around, I felt something pulling my shoulders.

His attention was once again attracted by the tearing force and he looked at his left shoulder.

A hand covered with blood was placed on his shoulder, gently slapped, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep. There was a big hole in his hand, and blood was pouring on Yin Hun's clothes.

His whole body was red at this moment.

Yin Hui was not panicked, but took a deep breath, believing that these were just hallucinations.

When I looked over the next second, the broken arms really disappeared.

Yin Hui then breathed 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 made him embarrassed was that the dark black hole in the stairs could not see any human shadow at all, and there was not even a moving object.

Bang...

There was a sound of footsteps behind him. Yin Hui took a breath. There was no one behind him, but who did this sound come from?

When he turned around, he almost fell to the ground.

The legs were wandering and turning on the ground, and it seemed like they were walking, but if you look closely, you would find that the order of the left and right legs of this "person" was the opposite.

"This...what is going on?" Yin Hui stared at the long legs for no reason, and then his eyes slowly moved up.

The legs were covered with blood marks, and the limbs were covered with needle-like blood holes. The gushing blood plasma kept seeping out of the wound, dyeing a large area of ​​the floor red.

The perspective was raised to the base of the thigh, and further up, it was empty and nothing.

In other words, in the room, only these two legs are moving. Yes, only these two legs.

Yin Hun's back was tightly pressed against the cold wall, so that he could avoid attacks from behind. The money sword in his hand emitted a faint red halo in the dim space, repeating and circulating with silk

Heating immersed in bone marrow.

Crack, Crack...

The remaining limbs slowly crawled out of the room, lying crookedly on the ground, moving forward like a snake, and when they contracted and contracted, their body would move for several inches.

The man's chin had already rotted into a pool of minced meat, dragging some connective tissue that had not yet been completely necrotic, and his teeth were exposed. His facial features were even distorted due to the distortion of his face, as if he was a cushion.

The master wants to be clay man behind the clay.

"Die...you all have to die!" The man raised his head and roared loudly. Perhaps because of his excitement, countless black blood streams gushed out of his throat, sprinkling half of the walls.

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"Yin Hun, where are you?" At this time, Conan Doyle's voice suddenly came. Yin Hun was shocked and finally remembered the solution.

The money sword in his hand danced wildly, and lights raged raging. When the money sword slashed on a solid object and made a clanging sound, Conan Doyle and the scalpel Huang Crane Tower actually appeared out of thin air.

Seeing this scene, the corpse who fell to the ground died completely after a scream, and did not move. The gloomy and terrifying fangs and claws that had just turned into nothing at this moment.

"This...this is..." The scalpel was the latest one to participate in the incredible group, and his psychological quality was the worst. At this moment, he saw the old man lying on the ground and almost fainted without screaming.

"Hey, are you okay?" Seeing the scalpel's face pale, Huang Helou hurriedly patted his shoulder.

"Yeah, it's okay, it's okay..." The scalpel obviously trembled all over.

Yin Hui was amused. This scalpel, which is famous for its superb rifting and caesarean sectioning technique, was afraid of such a broken body?

As the saying goes, each carrot and vegetables have their own preferences. Perhaps this corpse is beyond the level of destruction he can bear in surgery.

Seeing that the scalpel was still not relieved, Huang Helou handed him a Huang Helou, and then smiled: "We need to practice courage in the future, and this kind of scene is everywhere."

The scalpel lost its former vigor and sucked two mouthfuls with heavy face.

"It seems we're a step late." Conan Doyle looked at the corpse on the ground with a heavy face, and then looked at the room: "Where is this person's arm?"

Yin Hui shook her 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 the small dilapidated room look even more terrifying and gloomy. The blood stains on the ground were shocking, and the simple home decorations were also splashed with blood columns.

"Who is so cruel?" Huang Helou was in a heavy mood. After carefully observing the room, he did not find anything wrong. He was angry with the words in his heart.

"If it was really that person, it seemed that this case was indeed a bit tricky." Conan Doyle analyzed the matter rationally, then walked out of the room and squatted next to the body.

The corpse was completely out of vitality, the body began to freeze, and the blood also solidified. At this moment, the blood had already flowed to the entrance of the stairs and was about to flow down from the entrance of the stairs.

"Come here and take a look." Conan Doyle noticed something was wrong and shouted.

"What's wrong?" The three people who were looking at the room were at a loss and hurried out to see what clues Conan Doyle had found.

"Did you see the clothes on this person?" Conan Doyle's tone was plain, as if he was confident and had already made a judgment.

"Well, what's 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 eyes on the scalpel.

The scalpel looked at it thoughtfully, then shook his head in confusion: "Looking at this outfit, it seems that it has been decades of history. I have seen this outfit on TV."

Conan Doyle nodded: "Yin Hun, what do you think about this?"

Yin Hui nodded: "I can probably guess that this dress should be the clothes in the army, and seeing the moldy smell on the clothes, I think it's been a while. The reason why he wore this dress today was probably to give it to us.

Leave the last message.”

Conan Doyle nodded with relief.

Only after Huang Helou sucked the cigarette in his mouth, he extinguished him and put it in his pocket: "I know this outfit, which is the unified outfit of the Chinese Democratic Party army in the War of Resistance Against Japan. I have seen it before.

.Paired with that hat, I guess, this dress comes from the Chinese Expeditionary Force to Myanmar more than 40 years ago.”

Conan Doyle and Yin Hui looked at each other, and then their eyes gathered on Huanghelou.

It's true that he is a husband-in-law and has a lot of knowledge.

Not to mention this outfit, I have never 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: "If you go back, it's probably about the same thing."
Chapter completed!