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"Ah!" He Xi yelled without warning when she saw what the wolf-eye flashlight was shining on. Han Xiaodong subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover her mouth, so that she could only make a moaning sound.

Han Xiaodong couldn't see He Xi's face clearly, but he could clearly feel her body shaking constantly.

Suddenly, he felt a bit of warmth on his thumb.

He Xi cried in fright!
Han Xiaodong's heart sank. It seemed that she was really frightened by the scene in front of her and fell into extreme fear.

But he can understand this situation. Although He Xi's temper is very boyish, after all, the things in front of him are really scary, and no one can stand being suddenly frightened like this.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, he's dead." Han Xiaodong slowly released his hand covering He Xi's mouth and nose, took the flashlight in his hand, and patted her on the back lightly, Wen Yan comforted me.

"This... this... what is it? Is it a human or a ghost?!" Another trembling voice sounded in the darkness, it was Duanmuxiu, obviously he was also quite frightened.

Han Xiaodong ignored Duanmuxiu, took a long breath, and slowly walked towards the thing illuminated by the light with the wolf-eye flashlight.

"Hey, be careful, he won't cheat anymore." Duan Muxiu tremblingly said behind him.

"Shut up." Han Xiaodong didn't turn his head back, let out a low drink very unhappy, and then ordered: "Take care of Sister He, stand there and don't move."

After speaking, he took light steps, approached the thing that frightened the three of them, and carefully observed its appearance.

It was a corpse, or in other words, a mummy. He was leaning against the wall, his head was tilted back, and his empty eyes seemed to be staring straight ahead. Those empty eyes alone could shake a person's soul. Children are scared to fly.

But this is not the scariest thing, what really made He Xi scream was this person's face.

His nose, like his eyes, has long since disappeared, leaving only a hollow, but the hollow is not exposed, but covered with a thin film, which not only covers his nose, but also Covering his mouth like a mugger's stockings.But the color of that layer of film is the same as the color of flesh. From a distance, this person looks like a monster with no mouth and nose and only a pair of eyes.

This is also the reason why He Xi didn't notice him for the first time. This face looks like a plane from a distance. Except for the eyes, it can be integrated with the wall behind it. It can't be seen that it is a human face.

Han Xiaodong didn't dare to get too close, tilted his neck and looked at his left and right sides, and found that there was a hole in each of his temples.

He actually committed suicide!

Knowing the cause of the mummy's death, Han Xiaodong hastily pressed down his flashlight. Sure enough, the mummy was holding a pistol with a strange shape. He looked around and found a stick. He grabbed the mummy's hand and pulled the gun to his feet with just a few strokes.

Throwing away the stick, Han Xiaodong took the gun in his hand and retreated to Duanmuxiu's side.

"It is indeed dead. It seems to be a Japanese officer. Take a look at this."

As he spoke, he spread the pistol in his palm. It was a gun that was completely different from modern pistols. The handle was inclined at a large angle, the barrel was exposed, and the barrel was very short. No matter how you looked at it, it felt awkward. On the butt of the gun, you can still vaguely see the four small characters "14th Year Style" engraved on it.

"This is... a bastard's box?" Duan Muxiu was the first to recognize the origin of this gun.

"What is that?" Han Xiaodong asked puzzled.

"You don't watch anti-Japanese dramas, do you? The iconic weapon that every Japanese soldier wears is called the Nanfang Fourteenth Type. Although it is very famous, it is a notoriously bad gun. It is said that American soldiers commented on it. In bad times, even suicide is not guaranteed.”

Listening to Duanmuxiu's introduction, Han Xiaodong turned around and took a look at the corpse, and murmured, "It seems that his luck is still good."

As he spoke, he put the gun on the table, and went to look at Lin Xi again: "Is it better?"

Lin Xi was still trembling slightly, but her mood had stabilized. She sniffed her nose lightly and shook her head: "It's okay, I was not mentally prepared just now, I was shocked, he... What's going on? Why didn't... ..."

Seeing Lin Xi faltering and gesturing on his face, Han Xiaodong understood what she meant, and explained: "It's not that it's not there, it's blocked by something, I'll take a look later, something is wrong here , we have to keep as quiet as possible, you should contact the higher-ups first."

As he said that, Han Xiaodong handed his walkie-talkie to Lin Xi, hoping to find something to do so that she would not think about that strange mummy.

"This gun...isn't there... a problem?" Duanmuxiu pointed at the gun with her fingers shrunk, as if she was afraid that something would get on the gun.

"Don't worry, the problem is also my problem, just don't touch it." Han Xiaodong replied, he was quite confident, because K didn't warn him, which shows that this thing is not dangerous.

He fiddled with the Southern Type [-] pistol, and found a big round button under the gun. When he pressed it hard, he felt the clip loosen. He pulled it lightly, pulled out the clip, and took a flashlight. After a while, he found that there were still six bullets inside. Han Xiaodong had some confidence in his mind. He got a weapon as soon as he came in. I don't know if it was a sign of luck or misfortune.

After checking the pistol, he was about to put the magazine back into the gun, but Duan Muxiu stopped him. He took the pistol and pulled it again, and another bullet popped out of it.

Seeing Duanmuxiu conjuring another bullet, Han Xiaodong was a little confused.

Duanmuxiu was also not polite, and stretched out his hand to snatch the magazine from his hand: "I'll use this thing, I dare not say anything else, I should be more experienced with guns than you."

Han Xiaodong originally wanted to refute him, but he heard K say in his mind: "Give it to him, he has received shooting training abroad, and he is indeed more experienced than you."

Now that K said so, Han Xiaodong had no choice but to hand over the magazine to Duanmuxiu reluctantly. It is always safer to have a gun in the palm of your hand, but good tools must be handed over to people who know how to use them.

Duanmuxiu reloaded the bullet, checked the condition of the gun again, skillfully pushed the clip back into the gun, and inserted the gun into his back waist.

"Don't you need to load it?" Han Xiaodong asked puzzled.

"Forget about this gun. It's notoriously unstable. It's common for it to get stuck and go off. I'm afraid it will kill me first."

Han Xiaodong rolled his eyes and ignored him. A beeping sound came from his ear, and he knew that He Xi had already contacted the higher-ups.

Han Xiaodong didn't pay any attention to these two people anymore. Now he was going to look at the mummy again. The strange film attached to the mummy's face kept giving him a feeling. It was an indescribable strange feeling, as if , they are alive.