The little star Zhong Ming is dead.
"It seems that Zhong Ming was lured out of the tent by the ghost and came here to dig sand."
Zhao Yuan rubbed the goose bumps on his neck and suddenly found something wrong: "Ghosts can't enter the tent at night, so who was the one who said that when the registration was made?"
"Zhong Ming also shouted..."
Zhao Yuan pointed at Feng Chu, who was standing by the sand pit with a dazed expression, and said, "I called him, many times."
Everyone around him was immersed in his own world, and no one helped Zhao Yuan to solve his doubts.
Zhao Yuan was about to call Chen Yang, but before he uttered the word "brother", a hand was placed on his shoulder.
The young man came up to him and said, "School hunk, he's not your real brother, and we haven't known each other for long. Don't be too dependent on him, or you'll get beaten with a cane."
"I just..." Zhao Yuan's ears blushed.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about the boyish mentality anymore. I'll help you solve the problem. Generally speaking, there are only two possibilities for the situation you described."
Wen Qing raised a finger with the hand on Zhao Yuan's shoulder: "One, it might be that the ghost was standing by the tent and imitating his shouting. The sound was not much different from that coming from the tent. We were distracted by various factors and did not notice the subtle difference."
Zhao Yuan's resistance to Wen Qing eased a little: "What about the second one?"
Wen Qing raised his finger again: "Two..."
"He was the one who shouted at that time. He was dragged out of the tent later and died in the sand pit."
Zhao Yuan was terrified: "Who is digging the sand?"
Wen Qing raised his finger and tilted it towards the sand pit: "You are so young, but your brain is so slow. Isn't there a ready-made suspicious person?"
This statement was equivalent to making certain things clear, and Qingfeng, Zhang Jinyang and the others all looked over.
Feng Chu showed his grievances that he could not explain. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry and said, "If I go out, how can I still stand here?"
"You should ask yourself." Zhang Jinyang's eyes were filled with sarcasm and fear of the unknown. "You said you were sleeping. Do you think we are mentally retarded?"
"We signed up one by one. Everyone heard it and signed up, except you."
The photographer also said at this time: "Since you dare to use the excuse of sleeping dead, don't blame us for being suspicious."
Although He Xiangrui and Qingfeng didn't say anything, they looked at Feng Chu with suspicion in their eyes.
On the old man's side, Zhao Yuan wanted to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't know how. The literary youth just wanted to watch the show.
Chen Yang was thinking about something, while Chao Jian was leaning on his crutches and looking at the sea, with a cool and detached air in his air.
Feng Chu looked at them one by one and stopped at a figure: "Mr. Chen, do you believe me?"
Chen Yang came back to his senses. Facing the boy's confusion, he told the truth: "My tent is quite far away from yours."
So I can't trust you casually.
"I understand." Feng Chu twitched the corners of his pale lips. He did not explain anything further. He just lowered his eyes, distanced himself from everyone, and sat down not far away.
In such a living environment, strange people and things will be treated with unanimous vigilance.
In response to the lack of response at night, Feng Chu simply said, "I was sleeping soundly and didn't hear it." This is really unacceptable.
As soon as Feng Chu left, the air flow around the sand pit no longer solidified.
Chen Yang looked at Zhong Ming's body. Why would he go to the trouble of leading him out of the tent and digging such a sand pit? It would not be just to provide a place of death.
The corpse was in the posture of searching for something in the pit.
What are you looking for...
Chen Yang wanted someone to get Zhong Ming's body out, but the timid ones didn't dare to do it. The brave ones were only concerned about whether the game was exciting and fun enough.
There was no other choice, Chen Yang could only turn around and look at his partner.
Chao Jian frowned and pried the body up with his crutch.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound was heard, and a body sank into the sand, face up, with two hands curled up in front of the body, holding something in their hands.
It's a small notebook.
Chen Yang's thoughts became clear at this moment. The ghost asked people to dig sand for this thing.
"Great progress." Wen Qing squatted over.
Chen Yang squinted his eyes: "Aren't you curious about what's in the little notebook?"
"I'm curious." Wen Qing said with disgust, "But I really hate dead bodies recently. They're so disgusting. I don't want to touch them."
Chen Yang: “…”
"Hey guys, can anyone lend a hand?" Wen Qing called out, "The key clue has been found, and it's in the dead body's hand. Can someone take out the notebook?"
The breeze was silent.
Wen Qing looked at Chen Yang sympathetically: "Handsome guy, I called for you, but unfortunately no one was willing, so you had to do it."
Just as Zhao Yuan was about to say "Let me do it", Zhang Jinyang swaggered over.
He walked with a strong force of iron and blood.
"I can't pull it open." Zhang Jinyang grabbed the corpse's hands.
Chen Yang looked at the fingers of the corpse. Each finger seemed to be in spasm, as if it was holding something when it died.
The skin of the hands is wrinkled, as if it had been soaked in water.
The rest of the exposed skin is very white.
Chen Yang discovered something. He asked Zhang Jinyang to lift up both hands of the corpse, and he moved his head forward to take a closer look.
Zhang Jinyang cooperated with Chen Yang: "Is it done?"
As a martial artist, he had seen many bloody scenes and dead bodies, but this was his first time to come into contact with a corpse, and he felt a little scared.
"I can't open my hands, and I can't take out the notebook. I think I should think about it again..."
"Waterweed."
Zhang Jinyang didn't hear what Chen Yang said clearly, so he asked, "What?"
Chen Yang pointed it out to him: "There is water grass in this nail."
Zhang Jinyang followed Chen Yang's instructions and looked over. His broken eyebrows raised in surprise: "Really, it's really water grass."
Chen Yang concentrated on examining the body, trying not to miss any detail.
In addition to water plants, there is also mud in the nails.
There is not much broken sand in the mouth and nose area, and there are some traces of foam under the sand.
Chen Yang looked up at Chao Jian: "His symptoms..."
"He died of drowning." Chao Jian said.
Everyone else gathered around, including Feng Chu who was sitting not far away.
"I've accidentally photographed a drowned body before," the photographer said. "This one fits the bill. It's definitely the cause of death."
He Xiangrui looked around nervously as he spoke: "How could he have drowned... This is too weird."
Zhao Yuan suddenly had an idea: "Was he thrown into the sea by a ghost, and then dragged back to the sand pit after he drowned?"
Wen Qing smiled and said to Zhao Yuan: "This is a waste of effort."
Zhao Yuan choked.
He countered with, “Then why do people die in sand pits but drown?”
"Yeah, why? That's a good question..."
Wen Qing fell onto the sand, muttering to himself, and squinted his eyes at the glow in the sky.
It took some effort for everyone to take out the small notebook that the corpse was holding between his fingers.
The body died of drowning, but the notebook was dry inside and out, without a single trace of water.
Chen Yang gently pushed it open with his fingertips wrapped in gauze.
The small book only had one page with a sentence on it. It was written in clear blue ballpoint pen.
The weather was bad, and I was drinking water next to the tent. I didn't hold it firmly, and the water spilled onto the sand and quickly seeped in.
Everyone was disappointed; they thought they would be able to see more specific information related to the mission, such as the locations where the puzzle pieces were scattered, or the background story of the bathhouse ghost.
The result was only one line of words, and the content was like a diary.
"What do you mean? I scored in the single digits in Chinese and my reading comprehension was not good..."
The young man clicked his tongue: "Who can help me highlight the key points?"
Qingfeng tried to express the key point of the sentence in the notebook: "The weather is bad."
Nothing else.
The middle sentence is meaningless, but the second half is common sense. If water is sprinkled on sand, it will seep into it.
If water floats on top, that would be a clue.
"The bad weather is the only problem?" The hipster looked at this and that, "No one has anything to add?"
Zhao Yuan stared at him: "Anything else?"
Wen Qing shrugged innocently: "I don't know."
Zhao Yuan resisted the urge to beat him up and asked Chen Yang, "Brother, did you find anything else?"
Chen Yang closed the notebook and looked at the sky: "When the weather gets bad, we'll know."
He Xiangrui interrupted: "Today the sun is shining brightly again. It's not worth dying from the sun. Will the weather be bad?"
Before Chen Yang could answer, Wen Qing took over the topic for him.
"Ask, ask, ask, all you do is ask. Can't you use your brain? Boring." Wen Qing held his stomach and walked listlessly. "I'm hungry. Go eat. I don't want to play with you anymore."
In order to avoid having to go to the toilet at night, the group did not eat before sundown yesterday. They were already too hungry, and now when they heard the literary youth mention "hungry" and "eating", the feeling of hunger came back at the same time.
Chen Yang was also hungry, so he asked Chao Jian to give him a milk slice and tore it apart with his teeth.
"Brother, time won't pass." Zhao Yuan said while holding the phone.
Chen Yang was tearing the packaging bag with his left hand. When he heard this, he didn't pay attention and the milk slices slipped out and fell at his feet. He swallowed.
"When did it happen?"
"I didn't pay much attention." Zhao Yuan put his phone in his pocket and took out a milk tablet while tearing it up. "I saw it when I woke up. Time stopped at sunset yesterday."
After he finished speaking, the milk slice was handed to Chen Yang's mouth.
Zhao Yuan swore that he hadn't thought about it and had no other intentions. Really not, absolutely not. He was a steel-concrete straight man.
He didn't dare to challenge Chao Jian's bottom line.
However, the atmosphere deteriorated to the extreme after Chen Yang ate the milk slices handed to him by Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan simply didn't dare to look at Chao Jian's face. He trembled and stammered: "Well, I'm going to eat something and dig some sand."
He turned around and slapped the hand that was handing him the milk tablet, looking for death.
Chen Yang heard a crisp "snap" sound and wondered, "Why did he hit himself?"
Chao Jian walked away with crutches.
Chen Yang walked behind him while biting a piece of milk. "The time on the phone has stopped. What does this mean? We can no longer determine the sunrise and sunset based on the time?"
The next moment, Chen Yang strode past Chao Jian and stopped him, saying, "How did you know the safe time this morning?"
No one dared to leave the tent, as they didn't want to be the experimenter.
Chao Jian's eyes were red, and there was a dark shadow under his eyes: "Talk to me after you finish eating the milk tablets. I'm annoyed now, don't bother me."
Chen Yang: “…”
The tents have changed a lot and have all moved to new positions.
Yesterday it was Chen Yang, photographer, Chao Jian, Zhang Jinyang, He Xiangrui, Drunkard, Feng Chu, Zhong Ming, Wen Qing, Zhao Yuan, and Qing Feng.
The current location is -
Photographers: Chen Yang, Qingfeng, Chao Jian, Zuigui, He Xiangrui, Zhong Ming, Wen Qing, Feng Chu, Zhao Yuan, Zhang Jinyang.
When someone dies, the tent does not disappear, it will still move.
Follow everyone.
Chen Yang stood in front of Feng Chu's tent for a while. When he was about to leave, he suddenly caught something and took a step back.
Feng Chu came over and asked what happened.
"There is wet sand in your tent." Chen Yang said.
Feng Chu was stunned for a moment. He also squatted down and looked like Chen Yang. "I think I got it in the shallow water before sunset."
Chen Yang nodded thoughtfully, and glanced at his clothes and shoes.
"Is what you said true?" Zhang Jinyang's voice came from behind, with several other people following him.
Feng Chu opened his mouth, lowered his head, wrapped the plastic bag around his palms and knees, and slowly went to the reef where he was yesterday.
"Be careful of him." Zhang Jinyang said and left.
"Why doesn't he find a better excuse?" He Xiangrui said to himself, "I don't understand."
"Is it possible that he was really in the tent last night and really didn't hear us shouting?"
"I don't know. Anyway, I only know one thing. Zhong Ming has the best relationship with him. I didn't see him cry."
"It's nothing, some people don't like to show their emotions."
"… "
After the discussion, everyone went about looking for clues in a lifeless manner.
Two people died.
The first one was not following the rules, and the second one was falling into the ghost's trap and leaving the tent in a daze.
These two taboos are laid out in the open, yet they are still terrifying.
Who knows if he will fall into the trap.
Once the bathing area was completely removed from the dim light, the temperature began to soar.
Because we were so thirsty, everyone chose expired mineral water and drinks.
No discomfort has occurred so far.
Zhao Yuan and He Xiangrui sat on the beach, each holding a large bottle of water, gulping it down.
He Xiangrui glanced into the shed and opened his eyes: "Fuck, there's a fight."
"Who?" Zhao Yuan looked along his line of sight. "It's okay. There's no chance of a fight."
He Xiangrui was choked by his saliva: "No, look carefully, the one with crutches looks like he wants to eat someone, and they can't start a fight? No, I have to stop the fight. They are the most experienced and can't let there be discord."
"We really won't fight, don't worry." Zhao Yuan held him back.
In He Xiangrui's field of vision, the boy's eyes were bloodshot, his face was full of hostility, and the veins on his hand holding the cane were bulging. He looked very scary. He was puzzled: "Zhao Yuan, isn't that Mr. Chen your brother? You are too..."
The scene in the shed changed.
He Xiangrui couldn't hear what Mr. Chen said, he only saw him throw a crumpled plastic bag onto the small table.