When Baomu led the two of them through the woods, Shen Fu kept poking his head around, sniffing for something.
The fool endured it for a long time and finally asked, "What are you doing?"
"Ah, I..." Mr. Shen looked very inferior, "Why can't I smell it?"
"What do you smell?"
"Can't you smell his scent? I can't," Mr. Shen shook his head in frustration, "I must be very incompetent at being a dead man."
"Ah..." The fool was speechless and choked, "I can't smell it either. That's Baomu's own talent."
In order to explain this matter, Baomu specially added, "Just like your piano talent."
"Ah, that's right."
As expected, Mr. Shen understood instantly.
The three of them were chatting and walking. During the journey, Fool and Bao Mu also stopped to eat something. Shen Fu declined their invitation and expressed shock that the dead also need to eat. Fool explained that this was because Everyone's cause of death belongs to different categories, and the external manifestations will naturally be different. Mr. Shen didn't realize it and accepted this nonsense with admiration.
The same theory can also be transferred to why Fool and Bao Mu need to drink water, pee, and sleep.
The scenery around them gradually became familiar, and the three of them stopped talking. Fool and Bao Mu looked around cautiously. After passing the last few woods, even Fool and Mr. Shen could smell the smell of blood floating in the air.
The man's body was still lying next to the tree. After being washed away by the heavy rain, the blood that had flowed out had seeped into the ground. The tree trunk behind the man was a bright red color similar to the soil, and the fresh smell of earth and blood were mixed together. At the same time, Mr. Shen was a little afraid to go forward.
"That's him," Baomu pointed towards the man's body, "he committed suicide. Look, the knife is still in his hand."
"I recognize it, that's the knife that killed me."
The silver blade reflected slightly in the setting sun, and the tip of the knife was inserted into the soil. After the owner died, the knife also lost its life.
"Dai Lili ran away as expected," the fool was a little disappointed, "Baomu, can you smell her scent?"
Baomu sniffed, "I can't smell it, she's not nearby."
Mr. Shen stared blankly at the man's body, his empty sleeves hanging down on his chest, his shoulders timidly drawn inward, and his cloudy pupils could only reflect a hazy gray mist.
The low-key and timid Mr. Shen has only chosen bravery and resistance when it comes to the piano.
And have no regrets.
"You don't have to be afraid," the fool patted him on the shoulder, "Even if he pretends to be a corpse, we can still protect you."
"I'm not afraid, I just think... he is very pitiful."
These words sounded a bit like a virgin, but looking at Mr. Shen's expression, that was not what he wanted to express.
disdain.
He looked down upon this man who drove a Porsche but had no social value.
A worthy death.
His eyes are saying this.
Not because you killed me, but because even if you live, it won't be of much significance to the world, so you deserve to die.
"I understand 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 body. After a while, he suddenly asked, "What is that?"
"What?"
"There is something next to his body," Mr. Shen did not hesitate and walked over bravely, "Look, are these...food?"
All kinds of food and supplies were piled 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, "Didn't Dai Lili take it with her?"
"What did you leave behind?"
Baomu recounted how they met Dai Lili, left her some supplies, and then abandoned her.
After listening, Mr. Shen's expression was very complicated, but he still smiled and said, "It seems that you are really good people."
The two of them had never been praised so sincerely before, and they suddenly felt a little shy.
"Thank you... But Dai Lili left without taking our things." The fool picked up a few packages 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 even smell her scent," Baomu said. "Unless she is very familiar with the roads in the mountains, it is almost dark now. How dare she go so far away from her base camp?" Far away? And we also left a spare backpack for her, so she can take her things away...if she wants to."
The last sentence seems to tell the truth.
If she wants to.
But now she neither knew the way nor left without any food.
That means what she wants to do...
"Doesn't she want to live?" the fool said.
"Do you remember what she said when we left?" Baomu asked.
The answer appeared in the eyes of the two of them.
If I die.
Don't even think about living.
Baomu shivered.
"What did she say?" Shen Fu asked curiously.
"She...she threatened us," the fool quickly explained, "saying that if we dare to abandon her, she will take revenge on us."
"Don't be afraid," Mr. Shen said sternly, "We are all dead. She can't do anything to us."
There may be nothing we can do to you.
"If we are really worried, we can try to find her." Mr. Shen said again.
"I also want to ask her," Baomu lowered his shoulders, "The problem is that I can't smell her scent at all."
"Ah, I thought you saw it," Shen Fu pointed to the ground, "Aren't these the footprints she left?"
There was indeed a series of shallow footprints spreading out on the ground, and beyond the area covered by the tree canopy, the line of footprints became clear. The soil here was originally very hard, and this line of footprints should have been left when it rained.
"Mr. Shen, your observation skills are good," the fool followed the footprints and took a few steps, "It's going that way, do we want to chase it?"
"Of course," Baomu hurriedly knelt down and put the remaining food and supplies back into his backpack, "It will be ready soon... Hey, I remember... there seems to be another one..."
"What's wrong?" The fool ran over.
"It's okay, I must have remembered it wrong," Baomu grabbed the last two pieces of bread and stood up, "Let's go."
***
Luo Jiutian's face turned a little green, and he raised his hands unconsciously, as if making a gesture of surrender.
The Taoist reached out and pulled at the pile of bones a few times.
"These are the bones of two arms. They are quite complete... There may be other parts of the body underneath. This person should have been in pain when he died. He raised his hands to the sky... Yes, Jiutian, that's what you are like now."
When Luo Jiutian heard this, he quickly retracted his arm, "What's going on? Why are there human bones here?"