The three new assistants were immediately scared and collapsed to the ground.

Although the rest have seen it, they are still difficult to accept.

"I'll help, too."

A ghostly figure stood behind them.

"Professor Qin?"

Three assistants recognized him.

Professor Qin took a little difficult step, not thinking that these skeletons were scary.

He knew most of the people in the scientific research team, who had met in several conferences or research rooms, and even had partners with him.

Now, my wife who has been with her for decades is also in there.

Professor Qin stood silently in front of the pile of corpses, and Xia Ren looked at this scene and was a little moved.

Never before, there was such a moment where life and death were so sharply opposed.

"If the monsters in the Crazy Mountains run out, such scenes will be frequently staged in the human world!"

The confusion in Xia Ren's eyes had completely disappeared and he became firm again.

Under less than two feet of snow, there was a hard ice layer, which was extremely difficult to dig. It took a dozen people nearly an hour to finally bury all the bones.

They built a grave bag on the tomb with snow without a tombstone.

When they finished doing this, everyone was so tired that they were sweating all over.

The three women who had been waiting outside then came in. Someone briefly told them about the incident. At Xia Ren's instructions, the rescue team deliberately concealed the bodies of the six monsters outside the base from the assistants to avoid them being contaminated.

During supper, no one said anything.

After experiencing such a thing, even the cheerful person cannot laugh at this time.

The sky was completely dark, and the huge vortex above the head still existed. As well as the harsh environment around it, it reminded everyone that they were in danger.

After dinner, Xia Ren and Lanaya chatted for a few words. When they saw a black shadow walking towards the base alone, they thought about it and followed him.

Professor Qin sat cross-legged in front of the grave and noticed Xia Ren coming, and he raised his eyelids slightly.

The two sat together for a while and said nothing.

"I have lived for so long, experienced several deaths, and attended funerals of many people."

Professor Qin spoke and told his past.

Xia Ren knew that he needed to talk to him personally at this time, so he didn't interrupt and waited for him to continue talking.

"He's so old."

Professor Qin said intermittently.

"I am fifty-five years old this year, and even attended the funeral of my parents. The feeling of remembrance at that time is still engraved in my soul and cannot be removed. Until today, in addition to my children, even my favorite wife has died."

"Maybe I'll die, too."

"Gradually, I figured out the meaning of death."

"The dead don't actually need a grave."

Professor Qin looked at the snow pile in front of him and said, "The people who need graves are those who survive, because once they die, they will lose all their consciousness. They are a pile of rotting flesh. The dead do not know the pain and cannot understand the grief of their relatives. They have completely escaped from the world.

It is precisely because of this that death is so terrible, so...that is fearful. People are not afraid of losing, but not finding something that can be replaced. This is the meaning of the grave."

Professor Qin was muttering, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Maybe anyone will become a philosopher when he is in a very bad mood.

Xia Ren always felt that Professor Qin’s two sentences just now were a little familiar, and then he remembered that criminal investigation expert Huang Qiuyuan had said similar things?

Gradually, Professor Qin's voice became weaker and weaker, so small that it was no longer heard.

Xia Ren felt something was wrong.

"Professor Qin?"

He shook Professor Qin's shoulders, but the other party's body seemed to have lost all the support of its strength and fell down directly.
Chapter completed!