Super God Gene

Hanson had long seen a man under the tree, and he was still a dead man. His eyes were much stronger than Chu Ming's. He had already seen it clearly before Chu Ming had seen it.

The guy wears the Coalition costume, and the Coalition guy can't go wrong, it's just that the costume on him looks a little old-fashioned and doesn't look like a product of recent years.

Hanson probably guessed that this style of costume, at least, was popular 50 or 60 years ago.

A human transcendent died here, but Hanson didn't see how he died, he didn't see any wounds on him, and his clothes were intact.

Strangely enough, this man should have been dead for a long time, and his clothes were already full of dust, but his face could still be seen clearly, just a little dry and without signs of decay.

“That should be a long-dead human being.” Hanson told Quran Creek and Chu Ming what he found.

After the three men approached each other, Quran Creek and Chu Ming did indeed see the human body, the clothes were intact and the face was intact.

It can be seen as a middle-aged man with a beard and no pain on his face, looking as though he was dead in peace.

The man died on his back against the tree, and Hansen was somewhat surprised by the fact that the tree was more alive than Hansen had ever imagined, and that there was a strange fluctuation in life inside.

But around the tree, nothing suspicious was found, not even a foreign creature, not an ant, except this human corpse.

“Let me see if there's anything on him.” Chu Ming touched the body. There were no backpacks or anything like that around him, and there were several pockets of clothes on him.

Chu Ming touched a few pockets and really let him flip something out.

There are wallets with pieces, but most of them are for everyday use, no surprise.

“Maybe there's something in his wallet that can prove his identity.” Chu Ming couldn't wait to open his wallet, which was filled with some crystal cards and a few cash notes, nothing else worked.

There are no business cards or anything that can prove their identity, and there is no work permit. Those cards were pulled out by Chu Ming and one of them was in his hand.

It's all smart cards, and you can't see one here, so come on.

Hanson saw one of the cards, but his pupils contracted a little. The card was marked with a nine life blood fox. Eighty-nine of the man was also a member of the Blood Church.

Chu Ming and Quran Creek didn't recognize each other. There was nothing to see. Chu Ming touched the person again and wanted to see if there were pockets hidden in the dark.

“Don't turn around. People have been dead for so long. It's also my ancestor. At least there's respect to be had. Dig a pit and bury him. It's a good place to go.” Quran Creek said.

Chu Ming's hand didn't stop, and he touched it and said, “What is this place? If he dies in a place like this, even if he goes into the ground, it can only be considered a foreign country, or find something to prove his identity. It is only right to bring his body back to the League for burial later. ”

Chu Ming said that, but actually wanted to touch to see if he could find something good. At least this person is also a transcender, maybe he will be genetically armed or something.

If advanced genetic armaments stay, it's developed, and dead people don't take anything for nothing anyway.

Chu Ming didn't touch anything in front of him, so he wanted to move the body away to see if there was anything behind him, maybe an ass pocket or something.

Pushing the body away, something suddenly rolled out, attracting Hanson's attention.

Chu Ming couldn't pick it up with his body in his arms, but Hanson bent over and picked it up, only to see that it was an old fashioned pocket watch.

There was no such thing many years ago, it was a small brain, a purely mechanized pocket watch that could only be seen in antique stores or craft stores.

Hanson flipped the cover of the pocket watch, and the pocket watch had stopped at nine o'clock, and this antique watch didn't even have a year and a day, and I didn't know if it had stopped on that day.

However, this should be meaningless, and even such mechanical watches do not function properly in shelters.

But Hanson's gaze shifted, and when he saw the inside of the pocket watch cover, he stopped.

On the inside of the case, there is a small photograph of two people, a middle-aged man holding a seven- or eight-year-old boy, and the middle-aged man should be the one who died next to him.

And that little boy's picture, Hanson, he's seen before.

The little boy in the photo is not Hansen, but Hansen's father. In the photo album at home, there are many photos of his father as a child. Hansen has seen them many times, and he can't be mistaken.

The little boy in the picture, definitely Hanson's father, wasn't wrong, even the suit he was wearing, Hanson had seen in previous photographs.

The accessories on the clothes were all the same, couldn't have happened so coincidentally, there were two little boys about the same length, and they were wearing exactly the same clothes, and they had the same hair.

But if the little boy in the picture is Hanson's father, who is this man in the picture? Why would he keep a picture like that?

Obviously, this middle-aged man is not Hansen's grandfather or his grandfather Han Jingzhi. He has seen their photographs and images. It's very different from this man. It's impossible to mistake him for someone else.

Hansen's heart was spinning, and he couldn't think of a moment, so he came.

“Hey, Miki, the little boy in this picture looks a little like you.” Chu Ming looked over at the little boy in the picture and joked.

“It means that I have an interest in this pocket watch, so I'm welcome to accept it.” Hanson took the opportunity to shove his pocket watch straight into his pocket, and he wanted to wait until he got back to the league to ask his mom, maybe she knew who this middle-aged man was.

“It's just a watch, even if it's antique, we're useless in this shithole. What's the rush to rob it?” Chu Ming left his mouth open and flipped over the body, but never found anything of value.

Hanson was about to take the man's body back to its original position, but he glanced at the position the man had just backed and found something wrong.

The tree on the back of the man seemed a little different in the color of the bark than the one next to him, and their attention had just been drawn to the body, so they didn't pay attention.

Hanson took a closer look at this moment and found this darker bark, shaped like a door, with a scar-like protrusion above it, which looked very similar to a door handle.

This middle-aged man actually died in front of a tree door.