The people who were digging sand gathered under the awning, and Chen Yang asked Feng Chu to express his ideas.
Feng Chu suddenly became the focus. He swallowed nervously and stammered as he spoke about the fragments.
Zhao Yuan looked at Feng Chu: "There are eleven pieces in total. One is a reef, one is a small stone, and what about the remaining nine? What do they correspond to?"
Feng Chu pinched his wet fingers and said embarrassedly: "I haven't found it yet."
No one said anything.
It was already very difficult to guess what the two fragments corresponded to, and the information Feng Chu discovered directly pointed out the direction.
“The reefs are only on either side of the bathing area, so the range becomes either one or the other.”
He Xiangrui's tight sportswear was black, the whole set was made of black, and it absorbed a lot of heat. His hair was full of sweat, which dripped from the ends of his hair, as if he had just washed his hair.
"We compared it to the other nine puzzle pieces so we could determine which side the photo was taken on."
Qingfeng rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and his two thin white arms covered with fine sand kept fanning his cheeks: "Are you sure? Don't you need to look for the remaining fragments?"
I don't want to dig sand anymore. This job is boring and challenging.
I was worried about what I would dig out in the next second, and I was also afraid that I would dig nothing out after being exposed to the sun for half a day.
The worst thing is that we can only dig in the sand and look for clues during the day, and we can’t come out after the sun goes down and it gets cooler.
Isn’t this a scam
"I'm afraid that won't work." Zhao Yuan said based on Chen Yang's expression, "We still need to find other incomplete pieces and piece them all together. Then the story behind the mission will come out."
"Maybe our mission this time is to find puzzle pieces."
Chen Yang squatted beside the chair and looked at the fragments. When he heard this, his sweaty brows twitched slightly. It was possible.
Seemingly simple tasks are not easy to complete.
Everyone decided to split into two groups. One group tried to use the broken fragments in their hands to compare the reefs on both sides to determine the background position in the photo, while the other group continued to dig in the sand.
The work was divided up and no one left. Although it was hot under the tent, it was slightly better than being completely exposed to the scorching sun.
"The temperature difference between morning and evening is too great." Zhao Yuan squinted at the scorching sun, and his young and firm skin sent out a signal of resistance.
When I came here last night, it was freezing cold, but now it's freezing hot.
Zhang Jinyang picked up the gray T-shirt and wiped his face and neck. His chest and abdominal muscles rose and fell vigorously, and the surging heat and blood continued.
It’s too sunny.
I want to jump into the sea.
The desire for water stimulates the cerebral cortex.
Zhang Jinyang smoothed his dreadlocks and panted a few times. He took off his wet T-shirt and held it in his hand, his sharp eyebrows tightened: "I'm going to the locker room to take a shower. Who's going with me?"
"I... I'll do it," He Xiangrui gritted his teeth, "I'll go, I want to rush."
His body temperature was so high that it was about to explode. If he didn't drop it, he would soon fall into the sea uncontrollably.
Zhang Jinyang and He Xiangrui didn't walk far when the photographer followed them.
Although the locker room is dark and eerie, the water in the pipes should be fine since Chen Yang has used it before.
Feng Chu, Zhong Ming, and Qingfeng all have slender physiques and sparse body hair. They sweat less than Zhang Jinyang and the other two, so they can still hold on.
If you can’t stand the sun, come up and rest for a while.
Zhong Ming took off the hood of his hoodie. He had only been in the industry for a year and was currently a small celebrity on the 38th tier. He did not receive any good notices, but the studio had very high requirements for his image, asking him to lose weight, maintain his figure, and take care of his skin.
It's like he's always preparing for his sudden popularity or being kept.
Zhong Ming's skin was tender, and even with the hat covering it, his face still felt painful as if it was peeling. He didn't want to care about it anymore, so he simply unzipped his hoodie, took it off and put it on the back of the chair, leaving only a thin round-necked shirt on, his beautiful collarbone flushed.
"When I was in school, I fell in love with the seaside because of the phrase 'facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming'. I would go to the seaside at least three times a year. This trip left a psychological trauma on me, and I will never go there again."
Zhong Ming's head drooped, not knowing if there would be any future.
The confusion and depression floated out, trying to penetrate into the hearts of everyone present.
Qingfeng picked up the dirty hem of his Taoist robe, letting the hot sea breeze flow between his legs. "You are wearing so light clothes. It's nothing like mine, which is long and heavy. I can't take it off. If I take it off, I'll be shirtless."
Zhong Ming was not comforted, he pointed to the shed and said: "There are swimming trunks there, do you want to change into them?"
"No."
Qingfeng refused decisively. He didn't know how long those things had been stored in the bathhouse and they were stained with the smell of many dead people. He didn't dare to wear them.
Feng Chu didn't say anything to them. He walked towards the reef on the left with his cell phone in his hand. Zhong Ming pulled Qingfeng and joined them.
"Don't be depressed. Among us, the worst-off is the one on crutches. At least we can walk and move, but he has only one leg broken and has difficulty moving." Sand fell into Zhong Ming's sneakers and hurt his soles, but he didn't even use slippers to clean it.
Qing Feng sighed with sympathy: "Yeah, if he's like that, even if a ghost comes, he won't be able to escape."
Feng Chu, who had been silent, suddenly said, "I don't think he's miserable."
Qingfeng and Zhong Ming both looked puzzled. Wasn’t that person miserable
"He has Mr. Chen." Feng Chu said.
Chen Yang didn’t know that the three newcomers were talking about him and Chao Jian. He was still looking at the puzzle pieces.
Zhao Yuan noticed that the gauze on Chen Yang's right index finger was dirty, so he reminded him, "Brother, you got sand on it."
Chen Yang said nonchalantly, "It's okay."
Zhao Yuan squatted down and asked with concern: "How did your hand get like this? Four fingers are wrapped at once. Was it caused by cutting vegetables?"
His brain is black, or black hole for short.
Chen Yang twitched his lips: "The nails turned over."
Zhao Yuan was stunned for a long time, his tongue tied in shock: "Turn it over, turn it over, turn it over?"
Damn, it hurts so much!
One time when Zhao Yuan was playing basketball, his toenail broke off. The pain made him kneel down and cry on the spot. It is still the deepest scar in his youth memory.
That is truly one of the pains that life cannot bear.
Zhao Yuan moved closer and looked at Chen Yang's hands stupidly: "Did you turn them over completely, or half of them?"
"Three are fully turned over, and one is half turned over. Brother, you are too angry, don't get too close to me." Chen Yang blamed Zhao Yuan with his elbow.
The four words "three full flips" gave Zhao Yuan a great shock. He started in a trance, and his admiration for Chen Yang deepened.
This is also a non-human, just like the one with crutches.
Zhao Yuan rubbed his fingers, they were all fine: "It's very hot here, will your hands become infected?"
Chen Yang said: "I went to the hospital before coming in."
"Then you have to change the medicine tomorrow." Zhao Yuan rubbed the sand under his feet, "We should still be here tomorrow."
Chen Yang: “I can hold on.”
Zhao Yuan glanced at Chao Jian, his eyes drifting from his left leg to his crutch.
He bowed his head towards Jian.
Zhao Yuan had a hair on his back. He grinned and said, "Brother Jian, if there is anything inconvenient for you to do, you can call me."
When saying this, Zhao Yuan didn't think that Chao Jian would respond. The other party only paid attention to Chen Yang on Xiaoyin Island and ignored everyone else.
It seemed like it had a built-in shielding function, and Chen Yang was always the only one within his field of vision.
So when Chao Jian spoke, Zhao Yuan's mind froze.
Okay, Chao Jian said in a very low voice.
Zhao Yuan was shocked and couldn't help but wonder, Chao Jian made an exception and accepted his kindness. Was it for himself or for Chen Yang
It’s a single arrow. Zhao Yuan didn’t realize that he was thinking this in his heart. This sentence was written in his eyes. He only saw Chao Jian’s face suddenly darken.
"!"
Zhao Yuan quickly withdrew and did not dare to doubt it anymore.
"Hey, Zhao Yuan, can you help me check... where are the people?" Chen Yangdong looked around.
"What are you looking at?"
Chao Jian's voice rang out overhead, and Chen Yang came back to his senses. He pointed at a piece of debris and said, "This is from my tent."
"The debris is bright red. Could it be a small plastic bucket used to dig sand?"
He glanced at Jian and said, "Maybe."
Before Chen Yang had time to summarize this information, he heard him say, "My opinion is different from yours. I think it's the red skirt."
"Red skirt..." Chen Yang shut his mouth. Okay, before the result comes out, either one is possible.
Chen Yang stopped staring at it and asked Chao Jian to collect all the fragments.
"Let's go to the locker room to look for Wen Qing." Chen Yang said, "He went in and never came out again. He didn't respond when we called him."
Chao Jian stood up with the help of crutches.
Chen Yang saw that his crutches were covered with sand and frowned, "Let me carry you."
"No need." Chao Jian walked towards the locker room on crutches.
Chen Yang walked beside the young man. Their shadows were long on the sand. They could not be blown away by the wind or burned by the sun. They followed them all the time.
The men's and women's locker rooms are not on the same side, but opposite each other, with a dirty open space in the middle.
Chen Yang shouted towards the men's locker room, and the sound of splashing water continued, mixed with He Xiangrui's response.
It seemed that all three of them were fine. Chen Yang took Chao Jian to the women's locker room.
This was the first time Chen Yang went in.
The women's locker room is much colder than the men's locker room. The layout is the same, with only storage cabinets, a row of drain pipes, and two benches.
Wen Qing was lying on the bench, his face turned inward, his hands hanging at his sides, his body motionless.
Dead
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched and he grabbed Chao Jian's arm. At the same time, Chao Jian swung his crutch towards Wen Qing's head.
"Li Mao, your way of beating people is really simple and rough. Do you like to blow their heads off? It's so bloody."
The young man on the stool sat up straight like a zombie, avoiding Chao Jian's cane: "This is a bad habit, you have to change it. You won't be able to get a wife if you are so violent."
Chen Yang spoke in front of Chao Jian, and he said unhappily: "Wen Qing, are you pretending to be dead to scare us?"
"How could that be? I'm not a child." Wen Qing shook his legs. "Besides, if I want to scare you, I can only scare you. I can't scare him next to you."
Chen Yang was speechless for a moment: "Why didn't you say anything when someone called you?"
"I fell asleep. It's shaded here and very sleepy, don't you think?" The young man yawned.
Chen Yang: “…”
Without realizing it, Chen Yang came in covered in sweat. The coolness here rushed into his open pores, and the blood flow in his body slowed down.
Wen Qing Lili Thick Bangs: "Any new discoveries?"
Chen Yang told Feng Chu about his guess.
"Wow, a leader among the newcomers." Wen Qing clapped his hands, "This reminds me of Sun Niangniang. He has good potential too. I know you are optimistic about him. What a pity."
"Repay the favor by giving your life back."
Wen Qing chuckled: "Not many adults today can take full responsibility for their own choices. I am impressed that he can do this."
Chen Yang lowered his eyes.
The painter did save Sun Yixing. To be more precise, he saved him on the escalator, Chao Jian, Sun Yixing, and Xiangdong.
At that time, if one person didn't step on the right level, all four of them would die.
Sun Yixing was so nervous that he just stood there stupidly and forgot to move. It was the painter who pushed him up and counted the number of layers.
Chen Yang let out a long breath.
"Handsome guy, you brought me a clue, so I'll reciprocate." Wen Qing crossed his legs. "When I came to the locker room, I saw a woman opening a locker."
He pointed and said, "It's the one behind you."
Most of the color on Chen Yang's face suddenly drained away, and he slowly looked back.
335.
"3... 3... 5..." Wen Qing read the words one by one, and her tone was deliberately drawn out. "The locker doesn't have a key. You have to scan the code with a small badge to open it. Her badge is on her hand."
"I have to find the little sign. I looked for it in the locker room but I didn't see it. Where could it be? It's so frustrating."
Chen Yang's throat was dry: "What does she look like?"
"I didn't see it clearly, it was just a back view." Wen Qing pinched the coin and turned it.
Chen Yang watched the coin spinning on the stool, round and round, fast and steady.
"Will the little sign be in the men's locker room?" he said.
"I looked for it, but she didn't find it." Wen Qing collected the coin and said, "I'll sleep a little longer. Maybe she'll show up again."
"I won't get involved in finding puzzle pieces." He closed his eyes and said, "You guys do your best."
Chen Yang asked, "Is there any hair in the crack of the stool?"
Wen Qing waved his hand.
There were quick footsteps coming from the men's locker room. Chen Yang went out to take a look. It was Zhang Jinyang, He Xiangrui and the photographer. They came out right after showering, their clothes casually opened, and water droplets dripping from their bodies, each with different muscle lines.
The smell of young flesh, moisture, and water hit me in the face.
"I feel much better after taking a shower..."
When He Xiangrui saw Chen Yang standing at the door of the women's locker room opposite, he stopped sighing and asked in panic, "Mr. Chen, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"
Chen Yang shook his head.
He Xiangrui breathed a sigh of relief: "I was so scared, I thought... No more talking, I'm going to find the puzzle pieces."
The photographer and Zhang Jinyang also left. Before they left, they nodded and greeted Chen Yang.
"etc!"
Chen Yang suddenly shouted.
The three of them stopped and looked back, not knowing who Chen Yang was calling.
Chen Yang pointed at the photographer's right shoe: "Hair."
The photographer raised his right foot.
He Xiangrui and Zhang Jinyang who were standing by subconsciously looked over. They saw a strand of long hair stuck to the sole of the photographer's shoe, and they took several steps back as if they had seen a ghost.
He Xiangrui ran away for a long distance.
The photographer quickly took off the shoe and threw it away. He then took off the other one and stepped on the ground barefoot with an unpleasant look on his face.
Chen Yang asked, "Where do you put your shoes when you take a shower?"
"On the side." The photographer went to stand in the sun, as if this would help him recover from his rapidly dropping body temperature. "I came out with them after taking a shower. I haven't been anywhere else."
Chen Yang glanced at He Xiangrui and Zhang Jinyang. The two were also taking off their shoes. They had just taken a shower and were now covered in cold sweat.
This incident made everyone's spirits even worse.
Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian to the ticket office. He kicked open the rusty little door and went in, breathing in a nose of dust.
Chao Jian stood in front of the pavilion with crutches.
Chen Yang and he looked at each other, "It feels like you're here to visit me. It would be even more like that with an extra row of railings."
Chao Jian's face twitched slightly.
Chen Yang was flipping through a pile of small signs. He looked through them carefully, and confirmed them again after finding them all.
No 335.
Chen Yang rubbed off the old rubber band stuck on his hand: "Sure enough, there is nothing here."
Chao Jian said: "Only by searching can we rule it out 100%."
"Yeah." Chen Yang nodded, so it wasn't like he was doing useless work.
"The rubber band is so sticky." He rubbed it for a long time but couldn't clean it. There was still a small piece of dirt on his hand. When he pressed it with his fingertips, it seemed like he could pull out a thread.
Chao Jian pulled Chen Yang's hand and wiped it with his sleeve: "Okay."
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, then touched it and said, "Thank you."
Chao Jian tilted his head to look into the distance: "Let's go to the reef."
Chen Yang walked out of the pavilion, thought for a while, then turned back to put the messy small signs in order.
Not long after, Chen Yang and Chao Jian appeared on the reef to the right of the bathing beach. Opposite them were Feng Chu and his companions who were wandering around like headless flies. It seemed that there had been no progress.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian didn't have a cell phone, so they couldn't look for clues in the photos. One of them stood on the reef, looking around, while the other sat on the reef with eleven pieces of debris in his arms.
Once Chen Yang felt that a certain part was similar to a piece of debris, he would reach into Jian's arms and pull it out.
It always ends in disappointment.
"There is an orange patch, it must be the sunset."
Chen Yang looked back at the sky behind him. He tried to imagine a certain day of a certain year when a woman stood here facing the camera at dusk, her red skirt and long hair fluttering in the sea breeze.
There was no sixth sense, no intuition.
When Chen Yang came down, his feet were not stable. He waved his arms in confusion and swayed. His body leaned forward and was propped up by a crutch.
"Stand still." Chao Jian shouted coldly, "If you fall down here, you will suffer."
Just as Chao Jian finished speaking, Feng Chu from the house on the opposite reef fell down. Zhong Ming and Qing Feng pulled him up from the left and right.
Feng Chu bumped his knees and palms, and the pain made his eyes red.
"What should I do? There is no medicine here to treat your wound." Zhong Ming said anxiously.
"It's just a broken skin. It hurts at first, but it will be fine later." Feng Chu bent down and rolled up his trouser legs. The bump on his knee was more serious than the one on his hand. It had already started bleeding. He inhaled with a hiss.
Qingfeng picked up his robe to avoid the splashing seawater: "Go to the shed and find a plastic bag to wrap it up. It's not good for the wound to be splashed by seawater or get sand on it."
"The reef is hard and slippery, so we all have to be careful."
Feng Chu was supported by his two companions as he walked toward the beach. He suddenly looked up at the reef on the other side.
There were two figures there.
Zhong Ming opened his mouth in astonishment: "How did they get up there? One of them has a broken leg and the other has a hand wrapped like that. It will be troublesome if they fall."
"Those two are on their fourth mission, so they are more concerned about the surrounding environment than we are." Qingfeng sighed, "We should worry more about ourselves."
"They are friends for life and death, and can share life and death together." Feng Chu's tone revealed a hint of envy.
Chen Yang noticed three gazes coming from a distance. The three newcomers looked at him in unison, but it was unclear what they were talking about. He did not wave or shout.
We are not here for tourism, so he really cannot do such a thing.
The sea surface is sparkling with golden light.
Waves crashed against the rocks one after another, retreated into the sea with white foam, and then crashed again. It was like a flirtation.
Chen Yang searched for a while but found nothing. He was about to pull Chao Jian to move to another place when the other party pointed in a direction with his crutch.
"That."
Chen Yang followed the direction and saw the puzzle piece in a small hole in a reef.
My partner's hearing is too sharp and his eyesight is also so good.
The senses are not like those of normal people.
"If I hide it here, will it become powdery like the shell?"
Chen Yang lay in front of the reef and poked his little finger into the hole: "No, the hole is too small, my finger can't get in, I have to find something thinner."
Chao Jian said: "Blow with your mouth."
Chen Yang held a skeptical attitude, puffed up his cheeks and held his breath to blew.
The fragment in the hole did not move at all.
Chen Yang blew for a long time, then sat down beside him due to lack of oxygen, staring at Chao Jian: "This method won't work."
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
Chen Yang: “…”
In the end, Zhao Yuan used a pointed shell to dig out the fragments.
The twelfth piece is easier to distinguish than the previous ones. You can tell at a glance that it is sand, yellow sand.
The sand on the lower left of the fragment is darker and wet.
Twelve is almost up, and they are still scattered. No two can be put together.
There was enough food for everyone, but not enough water, so in the afternoon they began to consciously save water.
I only drink a little bit when I am extremely thirsty, and the water in my body becomes less and less.
There is sea water in the bathing area, mineral water and drinks that are three years expired in the shed, and water in the pipes in the two changing rooms.
If the water they brought is gone, they will have to choose one of three options.
Otherwise you will die of thirst.
Chen Yang was looking at the mineral water in the shed. There were bundles of it, not much ash. He looked at it with a thirst-quenching gaze.
"I feel like I'm going to drink this water tomorrow."
Chen Yang changed his words after he finished speaking: "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on until next year, I'll be there soon..."
There were panicked cries from not far away.
Chen Yang ran out of the shed and saw that the young Taoist priest had gone into the sea. His face changed and he raised his voice to stop him: "Where are you going?"
Other people on the beach were also shouting, but Qingfeng walked towards the sea as if he didn't hear them.
The water had reached his waist.
"Fuck! This is crazy!"
In desperation, Zhao Yuan grabbed a stone and threw it on Qingfeng's back.
He has a good shot and throws the stone very accurately.
The pain made Qingfeng pause. He looked confusedly at the sparkling waves in front of him, and at his lower body soaked in the sea water. The next moment, he stumbled towards the shore.
Away from the sea, Qingfeng sat down on the sand with a pale face.
"Qingfeng, are you okay?" Zhong Ming clenched his hands in fear and worry. "You just went into the sea in the blink of an eye. No matter how we called you, you didn't stop."
The breeze squeezed the water off the Taoist robe: "I saw a piece of debris being swept away by the waves."
The crowd suddenly became agitated.
"Swept away?"
"It's over. There's a piece missing. It can't be completed."
"If this is a mission, then wouldn't it be a failure?"
"… "
Zhao Yuan squatted down with his legs crossed, staring at the sea with lifeless eyes: "Will those swept away float up again?"
The young man who came over said, "In the real world, this thing will rot if it is soaked in water, not to mention being able to deliver it to shore. But in the mission world, everything is possible."
As long as everyone survived, there is hope. If they float up again next time, we must fish them out.
Wen Qing looked at Qing Feng's wet Taoist robe and said, "Little Taoist priest, you risked your life to do an experiment for us and help us determine whether we can go into the sea. You are very brave, great, amazing, and touching, but it is very dangerous."
Qingfeng's pale lips moved slightly. He didn't have the courage to test the rules of the mission on himself.
"I wasn't thinking at the time. I was just trying to get that piece back."
Chen Yang, who had been here for a while, suddenly asked, "How did you see such a small thing?"
Qingfeng was stunned.
He murmured: "I don't know..."
"I just saw it."
Zhong Ming and Feng Chu thought of something when they heard Chen Yang's question, and they felt cold all over. At that time, they were digging sand with Qingfeng, and that place was a bit far from the sea.
Shouldn't be seen.
Qingfeng looked at the expressions of the two of them and lowered his head.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the usual eerie sound of the waves and the wind could be heard. The group stood in the sun, feeling no warmth.
After sunset, everyone returned to their tents.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian were the last two. Their tents were not next to each other and the photographer was between them.
"Take the medicine." Chen Yang shook open the plastic bag and let Chao Jian take a pill.
He reached out to Jane and took two pills.
Chen Yang suddenly closed the bag along with his hand: "One pill."
He looked down at Jian with a heavy breath, a shadow of impatience falling between his brows.
Chen Yang gritted his teeth and looked him in the eye: "It's a deal."
Chao Jian smiled and said, "Who told you that?"
Chen Yang: "You, Chao Jian."
"Facing south, west and north, the Chao is simple and simple."
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang felt a huge sense of oppression, and his back was a little wet. He unconsciously coaxed: "A man should do what he says, and put down one."
Chao Jian angrily loosened his fingers and put a pill back into the bag. He took out only one pill and swallowed it with saliva, his protruding Adam's apple rolling.
Seeing that he cooperated and took the medicine, Chen Yang relaxed the nerves in his brain: "With the fragments in your pocket, something will definitely happen at night."
He curled his lips at Jian and sneered, "Don't worry about me, just take care of yourself."
"Then I'll go in."
Chen Yang said this, but his feet stood still as if they were glued to the spot.
"What are you standing there for? Are you waiting to die?" He raised his crutch to Chao Jian and let him in.
Chen Yang took two steps and looked back. He wanted to say something but forgot it. He took a few more steps and stopped, thinking strangely, why did he feel like he was parting with someone else...
What are you doing.
Chen Yang scratched the back of his neck with the uninjured fingers of his left hand, bent down and crawled into the tent. He squatted at the entrance and faced Chao Jian: "Can we communicate at night? Shout."
Chao Jian narrowed his eyes and looked around the bathhouse: "It can only be before sunrise tomorrow morning, when you are almost waking up."
He waved his crutch at Chen Yang, and Chen Yang instinctively hid in the tent.
"Don't stick your head out for no reason, you idiot." Chao Jian frowned and stared at Chen Yang for a moment, then went to his tent with a crutch.
Chen Yang closed the tent and lay flat inside. He slowly calmed himself down.
In the first task, a large amount of fertilizer is an introduction, and the boy who eats the fertilizer and turns into a dandelion is the beginning, and the following series are all connected.
The second mission begins with a ticket with a date on it. It's just a rule within a rule, but at least there's something.
The third one gives very complete task rules.
This one is great, it has nothing.
When Chen Yang's thoughts returned to reality, it was already completely dark outside.
It darkened too quickly, didn’t it
The sunrise and sunset times are all wrong.
It was pitch dark in the tent. Chen Yang listened to the thumping of his own heartbeat and silently chanted, "Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony..."
As he read on, Chen Yang found it funny.
He is a man who has seen ghosts a long time ago. What's the point of reciting this thing? It won't even provide him with psychological comfort.
Chen Yang's closed eyelids moved. Since he was going to sleep, he couldn't keep his eyes open, nor could he use the flashlight on his phone. Everyone else knew that, right
Do they have to fall asleep? Chen Yang put his hands on his stomach, put his legs together, and lay straight.
Then go to sleep, sleep, and try counting dumplings.
no.
What other ways are there to sleep? Counting what? Chickens
Yes, it’s a sheep.
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."
"Two hundred and seventy-five sheep... three hundred and eleven sheep..."
"… "
"One thousand and thirty-two sheep..."
"… "
I don’t know how long it took, but Chen Yang fell asleep while counting, and woke up again with a vague noise.
He heard the sound of digging in the sand.
Who's outside