Yan Luyi ate something and got into his sleeping bag to sleep peacefully. He then understood why Yan Yue had arranged to team up with Ishida Matagi's people after arriving here. After all, this place is so dangerous and difficult to travel without.
A large team, but with just a few people, it would be difficult to keep up, no matter in terms of equipment, materials, or physical and mental strength.
She didn't care that the cave floor under her sleeping bag was a little rough, and she had a very sweet sleep. She was woken up by the sound of gunshots in the middle, and she tried to sit up, but she heard Meng Zetian say: "It's just old-fashioned equipment."
Something went wrong.”
Yan Luyi felt relieved and went back to sleep in his sleeping bag. He slept until he woke up naturally and found that Mo Li and Meng Zetian had gotten up early and were talking softly a little further away. Yan Yue was sleeping deeply on the side.
Yan Luyi originally wanted to poke him awake with his elbow and taunt him, but he thought it would be better to let him rest for a while, so he didn't bother him. He quietly got out of the sleeping bag and went to Mo Li
Walk over to Meng Zetian.
Mo Li was telling Meng Zetian some "martial arts stories" at the moment, and he was very excited as he listened, and was gearing up, as if he saw a bright future for himself, who had learned both skills, to shine in the special operations team. Seeing her
I sat over and knew that she had slept for a long time and her stomach must be empty, so I opened a box of her favorite canned food and brought her some purified water.
Yan Luyi just ate and listened to Meng Zetian's story about how when he was a child, his father soaked him in a medicine jar so that his body could be replaced and his bones could be used to practice martial arts. As he listened, he couldn't help but express his feelings towards Meng Zetian.
I was very curious about my family background and asked: "Brother Ze, what do you do at home?"
Meng Zetian did not answer immediately. He frowned slightly and pondered for a while, then his expression suddenly changed. Yan Luyi was startled, thinking that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked. When he was about to apologize to him, he heard Meng Zetian softly say
: "There's a man dead over there."
Yan Luyi and Mo Li were both stunned: "Who died?" "How?"
Meng Zetian shook his head and said, "I'm not sure yet."
He looked over Mo Li's shoulder and stared at a man still lying in a sleeping bag.
Yan Luyi and Mo Li also turned around and followed his gaze and looked over there.
From a distance, it could be said that there was nothing unusual about this man. He was simply sleeping, and there was no look of pain on his face.
But Meng Zetian said that he was dead. Did he lose his life unconsciously in his sleep?
Although Yan Luyi felt that it was possible for Meng Zetian to be so far away from each other and yet so clearly know that he was dead, it was difficult to explain these things to ordinary people, but there must be reasons for such a martial arts master who had been trained since childhood.
Meng Ze stood up with a roar, first went to his sleeping place and patted Yan Yue awake, then turned around, called Ishida Matagi, whispered a few words, and briefly explained the situation to him.
Ishida Matagi was still squinting in his sleeping bag. Seeing his serious expression, he quickly got up. First, he made sure that Ishida Matsuoka was safe and sound, and then shouted loudly for everyone to get up and assemble.
He walked towards the dead man, wanting to check the cause of his death. Yan Yue was now awake. He was so frightened by the dead man that he turned into Meng Zetian's pendant, so he stood beside him and saw Ishida Matagi.
When he was about to go over, he reminded: "The cause of death must be different, so if you want to conduct an examination, it is better to wear protective gloves."
Mata Ishida nodded and turned back to find protective gloves.
At this moment, everyone in the team was getting up from their sleeping bags one after another.
Due to the difficult march in the cave yesterday, everyone was very exhausted, and most of them slept soundly just now without getting up.
The armed men were okay in adapting to the difficult conditions, but many people in the expert group were angry. Especially Professor Li grunted a few days ago because he had a scratch on his neck.
He kept scolding me for not being clean.
Yan Luyi looked at him and felt annoyed, and said, "It's such a big deal like the death of a person, why can't you understand the situation?"
At first glance, the death of the deceased seemed to be the same as if he was asleep. Therefore, many people who had just woken up and were confused and not very clear about the situation did not know that he was dead.
The man lying next to him called out to him twice. Seeing that he didn't move, he stretched out his hand and pushed. After pushing, his tentacles became stiff, not like a stranger's. Knowing something was wrong, he let out a cry, rolled backwards and crawled to the ground.
After falling far away, he shouted: "Old Zhang is dead!"
After he shouted, the camp started to commotion, and everyone stepped back, leaving a clear space in front of the corpse.
Ishida Matagi unsheathed his tachi and carefully lifted the sleeping bag off a dead researcher. The tachi's blade was very long, and he kept his feet as far away as possible. Naturally, he was afraid that some poison might escape from the sleeping bag and attack him suddenly.
But there was nothing in the sleeping bag. The blade of the knife in his hand flashed, and he turned to cut off the clothes of the deceased. Soon all the clothes were peeled off, revealing his naked body, still lying in a stiff sleeping position on the sleeping bag, invisible.
There were obvious wounds on his body.
At this time, the three team doctors on the team had put on masks and gloves and gathered around. Seeing this scene, they all had surprised looks on their faces.
Matagi Ishida put down his sword, put on protective gloves, and leaned down to examine the corpse in front of him carefully. He just took a rough look at it and couldn't see any fatal injuries, so he naturally wanted to examine it carefully at this moment.
Every inch of the body's skin was inspected.
The three team doctors saw that nothing happened after he turned the body over several times, so they stepped forward one after another.
This body had not been there for a while since Meng Zetian discovered his death and raised the alarm, but it seemed to be frozen and extremely stiff. Matagi Ishida, the team doctor, and an adult man wanted to remove the body.
He changed from the sleeping position to a more convenient position for inspection, but he couldn't move it no matter what.
The skin and muscles of the corpse had lost their elasticity, and they felt like dried bacon when pressed.
Matagi Ishida stood up, looking very surprised. At this time, the three team doctors also finished their examinations, stood up one after another, with equally confused looks on their faces, and reported one after another:
"No wounds."
"The physical condition does not match the time of death shown by the pupils. He should have died from some kind of fatal toxin."
"But no traces of poisonous bites were found on the body surface."
Mata Ishida hesitated and asked Meng Zetian: "What do you think, Mr. Meng?"