"Crack" "Crack"
The fine sand was dug up, pushed aside, and then another shovelful was added.
The sound was rendered in darkness, clear and eerie.
Chen Yang's legs were somewhat stiff as he lay flat. He bent them up little by little, with the instep of his feet forming a wary arc. The only sound in the tent was his breathing, which he was trying to slow down.
Everyone knows that you can’t leave your tent at night, so the only people who stay outside are…
"rustle"
A slight sound reached Chen Yang's eardrum, and he clenched his hands on his abdomen suddenly.
It's footsteps!
That was the sound of shoes stepping on the sand.
Some people are walking on the beach.
Chen Yang's clenched fingers felt a pain and he pursed his lips until they were pale. He originally thought it was a ghost digging in the sand.
There were footsteps now, and he could hear them clearly, there was no mistake.
That is to say, someone was led out of the tent.
Chen Yang scraped his cold belly with his fingertips through his clothes. The task prompt was that they had to go back to the tent to sleep after sunset and stay inside until sunrise.
That means the ghosts cannot enter the tent and kill them during this time period.
The tent is very dangerous during the day and you will be killed by ghosts if you go in. The tent is the safest and the only safe place at night.
Chen Yang expected that ghosts would find ways to harm people, which was why he felt that tonight was going to be difficult.
But from the time he entered the tent until now, apart from the sound of digging sand and footsteps he heard just now, he didn't notice anything unusual. How did the ghost lead people out, and what did it do
Chen Yang moved his sweaty body slightly. His back was wet and itchy. The more he tried to ignore it, the stronger it became. His hands hurt, so he couldn't reach in to scratch it, and he felt very uncomfortable.
Just when Chen Yang couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rub his back in the tent, the "crunching" sound of digging sand outside stopped.
At the same time, the sound of the wind and the sound of the waves disappeared.
The whole bathhouse was like a dead object, a corpse.
Chen Yang's heart stopped beating in his chest. He lay there motionless, his eyelashes, which were forced tightly closed, moving constantly.
At this time, his imagination was so rich that he wanted to swear.
Chen Yang felt someone walking towards his tent, stretching his neck towards him, with a bloody face.
He also felt that there was someone lying next to him.
The rotten and damp touch seemed to be really sticking to his skin.
Hallucinations appeared.
He heard a voice sighing softly in his ear: "It's so stuffy, I can't breathe."
Hold.
I can't breathe either.
Chen Yang's face was pale. He turned over mechanically, turned his back to the entrance of the tent, and stretched his arms in the darkness.
Didn't touch anything.
Chen Yang exhaled with difficulty, and the next second he felt a chill on his back. He adjusted his sleeping position again and returned to lying flat as before.
That's it, it's better than lying on your side.
There was no sound coming from the other tents. I wondered what was going on with them and whether they had heard the previous noise.
What about Chao Jian? He has the puzzle pieces in his pocket. Will he...
Thinking of this, Chen Yang's breathing became uncontrollably disordered. Could it be Chao Jian who was led out of the tent
It shouldn’t be, it can’t be him, Chen Yang’s brows were tightly furrowed, and veins bulged on his neck which was glowing with a damp and cold luster.
"Crack"
The familiar voice rang out again without warning, breaking the silence of the bathhouse.
It started again, and the people outside started digging in the sand again.
Chen Yang covered his twitching eyelids with his arms and quietly opened his eyes.
Was that a break just now
Or did the man dig something up in the sand and continued digging when he couldn't find it
Chen Yang counted the sounds of digging sand to dispel his fear. He remembered telling Jian that they could only talk before sunrise, when they were about to wake up.
That's when there's a dim light outside.
Chen Yang slowly opened his eyelids, which were pressed against his arms, and looked outside the tent with half of his eyes.
There is no light.
Chen Yang immediately rubbed his eyelids back under his arms and continued to count the sound of sand with his eyes open.
When the count reached seventy, the man was still digging.
What to dig...
When Chen Yang counted to one hundred, his whole body was completely wet, and he took off the arm that was covering his eyes.
I forgot to close my eyes, and a little light entered my pupils.
Chen Yang was caught off guard. He was stunned for a while before he moved his stiff eyelids. Is it before sunrise now
Can you speak now
Chen Yang's throat felt a little dry and itchy. He swallowed the cough in time. After that, his throat became even more itchy, and he could not bear the blood in his body rushing to his face.
"Stay!"
The young man's shout came suddenly.
The voice was hoarse and yet powerful. Just two words, but they were packed with a reassuring power.
Chen Yang's eyes lit up with joy. Chao Jian was not outside. His voice was telling him that he could not go out yet, but he could talk. So Chen Yang could no longer hold back his coughing: "Cough! Cough cough! Cough... Cough cough cough... "
The sound of digging sand was mixed with Chen Yang's coughing, half eerie and half full of human touch.
There was no other sound.
Chen Yang coughed for a while, his face flushed and his neck thick as he gasped rapidly. There was still a dim light outside the tent. He didn't dare to open the tent for fear of seeing a face.
The people in the tent couldn't get out for the time being, and the people outside the tent were still digging in the sand.
Not sure who it is.
Chen Yang came up with an idea and asked if the photographer was there.
The photographer's voice rang out: "I'm here."
Chen Yang's face changed drastically because the voice came from his right.
But he was the first one, the right side was empty, and the photographer was on his left, how could it be...
Chen Yang tensed his shoulders and asked, "Who's on my left?"
"It's me."
A clear and helpless voice came from the tent.
It’s the young Taoist priest Qingfeng.
Chen Yang's temple jumped violently. Qingfeng's tent was next to the person who died during the day, and he was the second to last.
He and I can almost be considered as the same.
Now they were leaning against each other.
The position of the tent has changed!
Others also gradually realized this, and no one knew which one they were.
This phenomenon can be dealt with after sunrise. The most important thing right now is to make sure who is not in the tent.
Maybe I can call them back.
Chen Yang said: "Qingfeng, go on and ask."
Qingfeng was wearing a Taoist robe but he was not a Taoist priest and did not know how to catch ghosts. He was a little scared. After entering the tent, he was like a taut string and did not relax for even a second, let alone sleep.
Qingfeng was both scared and sleepy at the moment. He pinched his thigh and asked, "Who is the gentleman next to me?"
No sound.
Chen Yang sensed it and shouted loudly: "Chao Jian, is it you? If you hear me, please reply."
This time, an extremely impatient voice sounded: "What are you replying to? Didn't I say something?"
Chen Yang's pale face twitched. Chao Jian was still separated from him by a tent, so he didn't hear anything unusual at first.
Then, voices floated out of the tent one by one, and everyone used this method to confirm who was around them and who was not in the tent.
Soon, the man surfaced.
It’s Feng Chu!
He was not in the tent.
He was led out by the ghost and was digging sand for a long time.
"Fuck, why is it Feng Chu!"
Zhao Yuan moved to the tent next to Feng Chu and started to curse.
Zhang Jinyang on Zhao Yuan's side cursed even louder than him: "What the f*ck do you mean? Do you think it shouldn't be him, but another one of us who should go out?"
"I didn't say that." Zhao Yuan pulled his head in the tent, "Now is not the time to quarrel."
"Let's see if we can get him back."
Zhong Ming shouted anxiously: "Come back! Feng Chu! Feng Chu! Come back soon-"
"Feng Chu!"
Zhong Ming sobbed, "Don't stay outside, you can't do that, Feng Chu, wake up!"
Qingfeng, one of the three members of the team, also shouted, "Feng Chu, hurry back to the tent!"
The two of them shouted one after another.
Then it was the turn of other taskers. Everyone was calling Feng Chu, trying to wake him up and call him back.
However, they shouted for a long time but there was no response.
The sound of digging sand continued.
The sound was mixed with Zhong Ming's crying, and it was useless even if he shouted until his voice was hoarse.
Bloody despair is spreading.
Feng Chu can't come back.
The faint light outside the tent became brighter at some point. Chen Yang didn't have a cell phone, so he didn't know what time it was. He couldn't tell whether it was sunrise through the layer of cloth.
There was a rustling sound on the left, someone was coming.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer to Chen Yang, and finally stopped in front of his tent.
It’s Feng Chu!
What does he want to do
Chen Yang's eyes were bloodshot. As long as he stayed in the tent and didn't go out, the other party would not be able to get in.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
There was no movement outside the tent.
Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly opened the tent.
The young man looked down at him against the halo.
Chen Yang felt a little guilty for some reason. He spoke before the other party, with a rather specious tone: "If you want to test our tacit understanding, you can't do it at this time. Scaring someone can kill them."
He sneered at Jian: "You can't even hear the sound of my footsteps."
The young man was so disrespectful and insisted on making a fuss. Chen Yang paused as he walked out of the tent. He looked around and cleared his throat.
When a person with crutches walks, he has to lift the crutch first, and then one foot. This is different from the way people who can move freely walk.
Chen Yang had been tense the whole night and didn't hear it for a while.
You Chao Jian took the lead and everyone else followed him out of the tent.
They all looked haggard.
"Brother!" Zhao Yuan ran over with his long legs swinging. He is now more and more dependent on Chen Yang.
Chen Yang responded, and when he caught a glimpse of something, the expression on his face froze.
A figure came out of the tent between Wen Qing and Zhao Yuan. He had gentle and delicate features, a dirty white shirt, and both of his hands hanging by his trousers were scratched. There was some blood on the knee of one of his legs.
The slight noise in front of the tent disappeared instantly.
Everyone stared at that man.
Feng Chu rolled up his shirt sleeves and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
As he said this, he walked towards everyone. The timid He Xiangrui wanted to retreat but didn't dare to separate from the team. His strong body trembled constantly.
“What’s wrong with you guys…” Feng Chu noticed that something was wrong with everyone. He stopped at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, and lowered his arm with his sleeve half rolled up.
Chen Yang asked calmly, "Have you been in the tent this whole time?"
Feng Chu said, “Yes.”
There were gasps everywhere.
Chen Yang asked Feng Chu again: "You've never been out?"
"What am I doing out here?" Feng Chu asked doubtfully, "You can't come out at night. It's a taboo. I know that. How could I still do that?"
He Xiangrui shouted in fear: "Then why didn't you answer when we called you?"
"Did you call me?" Feng Chu touched the hair on the back of his head. "I was so asleep that I didn't hear you."
No one spoke.
Were they so asleep that they couldn't hear anything? How many times did they shout
Especially Zhong Ming, who shouted so much...
Chen Yang suddenly asked: "Where is Zhong Ming?"
"Zhong Ming didn't come out?" he asked immediately, looking through the group of people at the tent.
Then everyone remembered that they hadn’t seen Zhong Ming.
He Xiangrui remembered that when he reported the location, Zhong Ming was on his left. He quickly walked to the other party's tent and shouted a few times.
"Zhong's name? Zhong's name!"
He Xiangrui said blankly: "No, no sound."
Zhao Yuan kicked Zhong Ming's tent twice, but there was still no response from inside.
No, not in the tent.
The name of the clock is not there.
This was a terrifying signal. Everyone realized something and held their breath.
"Digging sand..."
Chen Yang stroked Chao Jian's cane, and thought of something. He raised his voice in vain: "The sound of sand came from behind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled Chao Jian around the tent, shouting as he walked, "Go and find it quickly. There must be a place that has been dug up."
The others who were standing there in a daze started to take action.
Soon, they gathered at a place behind the tent.
In front of them was a large, damp sand pit with a dead body in it.
He was lying prone, head downwards, back hunched, as if looking for something, trying desperately to get down into the pit.
Hoodie, casual pants, slightly curly hair.
It's the name of the clock.