Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 645 Human bones

When Baomu led the two through the woods, Shen Fu kept his head probed and sniffed around.

  The fool endured for a long time, and finally asked, "What are you doing?"

   "Ah, I..." Shen Fu looked inferior, "Why can't I smell it?"

   "What do you smell?"

   "Can't you smell him? I can't smell it," Shen Fu shook his head in frustration, "I'm very incompetent as a dead man."

   "Ah this..." The idiot choked silently, "I can't smell it either. That's Baomu's own talent."

  In order to explain this matter, Baomu specially added, "It's like your piano talent."

   "Ah, that's it."

  Shen Fu understood it instantly.

The three were chatting and walking. On the way, the fool and Baomu stopped to eat something. Shen Fu refused their invitation and was shocked that the dead also needed to eat. The fool explained that it was because of everyone. The cause of death belonged to different categories, and the external manifestations would naturally be different. Shen Fu did not know how to be serious, and accepted this nonsense with admiration.

  The same theory can also be transferred to why fools and Baomu need to drink water, pee, and sleep.

  The scenery around them gradually became familiar. The three stopped talking. The fool and Baomu looked around vigilantly. After crossing the last few woods, even the fool and Shen Fu could smell the blood floating in the air.

The man’s corpse was still leaning against the tree. After being washed by the rainstorm, the splashing blood had penetrated into the ground. The trunk behind the man was glowing with a deep red color similar to the soil. The smell of fresh earth and blood blended in. At the same time, Shen Fu was a little afraid to go forward.

   "It's him," Baomu pointed towards the man's corpse, "It was a suicide, you see, the knife is still in his hand."

   "I recognize it, that's the knife that killed me."

  The silver blade reflected light in the sunset, and the tip of the blade plunged into the soil. After the owner died, the blade also lost its life.

   "Dai Lili really ran away," the fool was a little disappointed, "Bao Mu, can you smell her?"

  Baomu sniffed, "I can't smell it, she's not nearby."

  Shen Fu stared at the man’s corpse in a daze, his empty sleeves dangled in front of his chest, his shoulders tucked inward cowardly, and his turbid pupils could only reflect a cloud of gray mist.

  Low-key and timid, Shen Fu, in this life, only chose bravery and resistance on the piano.

  And no regrets.

   "Don't be afraid," the fool patted him on the shoulder, "Even if he cheats the corpse, we can protect you."

   "I'm not afraid, I think... he is very pitiful."

  This sounded a bit of a Virgin, but looking at Shen Fu’s expression, what he wanted to express was not what he meant.

   Contempt.

  He despised this man who drove a Porsche but had no social value.

  There are more than guilty deaths.

  His eyes are saying this.

  It’s not because you killed me, but even if you live, it won’t make any sense to the world, so you have a guilty death.

   "I know what you mean." The fool said seriously.

  Shen Fu raised his head and smiled at him. He relaxed a little, and moved his eyes back to the man’s corpse. After a while, he suddenly asked, "What is that?"

"what?"

   "There is something next to his corpse," Shen Fu did not hesitate and walked over bravely, "Look, are these... food?"

  All kinds of food and supplies were stacked behind the tree. The outer packaging of the food was wet with raindrops and mud, and the surface was all dirty.

   "This is what we left for her," Baomu recognized it at a glance, "Did not Dai Lili take it away?"

   "You left behind?"

   Baomu tells the story about them meeting Dai Lili, leaving her some supplies, and then abandoning her.

  After listening, Shen Fu's expression was very complicated, but he still smiled and said, "It seems that you are really good people."

  The two have not been praised so sincerely, and suddenly they are a bit shy.

  "Thank you...but, Dai Lili, she left without taking our things." The fool picked up a few packets of biscuits and patted the mud spots on them. "What does this mean, will she come back?"

"Then she has gone too far, I can't smell her," Baomu said, "Unless she is very familiar with the road in the mountains, otherwise it is almost dark now, how dare she leave her base camp so far? Far away? And we also left her a spare backpack, she can take things away...if she wants."

  The last sentence seems to tell the truth.

  If she wants to.

   But now she neither knows the way nor left without taking food.

  That shows, what she wants to do...

   "She doesn't want to live anymore?" said the fool.

   "Do you remember what she said when we left?" Baomu asked.

  The answer appeared in the eyes of the two of them looking at each other.

  If I die.

  You guys don’t even want to live.

   Baomu shivered.

   "What did she say?" Shen Fu asked curiously.

   "She... she threatened us," the fool hurriedly stalled, "said that if we dare to abandon her, she will retaliate against us."

   "Don't be afraid," Shen Fu said sternly, "We are all dead, she has nothing to do with us."

  You may not be able to take it.

   "If we are really worried, we can try to find her." Shen Fu said again.

   "I want to ask her too," Baomu dropped his shoulders, "The problem is that I can't smell her at all."

   "Ah, I thought you saw it," Shen Fu pointed to the ground, "Isn't this the footprint she left?"

  On the ground, there was indeed a series of shallow footprints spreading out, out of the area covered by the canopy, the footprints became clear. The soil here was originally very hard, and these footprints should have been left when it rained.

   "Fu Shen, the ability to observe is okay," the fool took a few steps following his footsteps, "Go over there, do we want to chase it?"

   "Of course," Baomu squatted down quickly and took the rest of the food and supplies back into his backpack, "It's going to be done soon...oh, I remember...it seems like there is another..."

   "What's wrong?" The fool ran over.

   "It's okay, it should be a mistake." Baomu grabbed the last two pieces of bread and stood up, "Let's go."

  ***

  Luo Jiutian's face is a bit green, he unconsciously raised his hands, as if making a surrender gesture.

  Dao Chang stretched out his hand and pulled a few times on the pile of bones.

  "This is the skeleton of two arms, quite complete...There may be other parts of the body below. This person should be in pain when he died, with both hands raised up to the sky... Yes, nine days, that's what you are now."

When Luo Jiutian heard this, he quickly retracted his arm, "What's the situation? Why are there human bones here?"

  (End of this chapter)