Chen Yang almost always gave in to Chao Jian and tried not to provoke him as much as possible. But this time, he was so mad at him that he couldn't help but took out a plastic bag and threw it at him.
I regretted it after throwing it away.
Why should you get angry with a patient who is sick and wants to take medicine but can't get it
When Chao Jian glared at him fiercely, Chen Yang held his breath. At that moment, he thought of many first aid measures.
Use softness to overcome hardness, fight violence with violence, run away first, he can't catch up with me anyway, etc.
However, Chen Yang was a giant in ideals but a dwarf in actions. None of his measures were useful. He just looked up at Chao Jian.
Chen Yang didn't know what his eyes meant.
After a few seconds, a crack appeared in the brutality and tension in the shed.
After two or three seconds, it shattered into pieces over a large area.
Chen Yang stared blankly at the plastic bag in front of him.
This sharp turn, death and rebirth, the direction of a new village after all the difficulties...
The boy actually took a step back.
Chen Yang would not continue to dwell on this matter. He quietly took back the plastic bag as if nothing had happened, and quickly laid a step: "I know you can't control your emotions."
Chao Jian came down the stairs and uttered a vague and deep sound from his nose: "Hmm."
The conflict came and went quickly, and the two protagonists fell silent at the same time.
Chen Yang's back was sticky and covered in sweat. He was a little scared. The boy's illness was not continuous but irregular. He would only explode when he could no longer control himself.
The boy at that moment seemed like a different person, yet still the same person.
It will not become an independent personality.
Chen Yang pondered that this was because the boy had been receiving long-term treatment. Even if he was temporarily without medication, his condition did not completely deteriorate.
Multiple personality disorder is complex.
Chen Yang originally thought it was a mental disorder, but after checking on the Internet he found out that it was not, to be exact, not completely.
It is not purely mental illness or a psychological problem.
Chen Yang's gaze fell on the young man's cold and white fingers. He was not a doctor, nor had he studied the relevant knowledge in depth, so what he could think and do was very limited.
"Would you like some water?" Chen Yang said.
He shook his head slightly towards Jian.
"I want to drink. I'm dying of thirst." Chen Yang said, "Help me unscrew the bottle cap."
Chao Jian raised his eyelids. His eyes were still red, but the previous irritability, suspicion, gloominess and anger were gone. Those emotions briefly sank back into the deep sea.
Chen Yang raised his hands: "Brother has clumsy hands."
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang held the mineral water in his palm and took a few big gulps. He calmed his burning throat, glanced at He Xiangrui's stupid face, and spat out a mouthful of water.
"puff-"
The water column rushed to the other side.
A drop of water fell from Chao Jian's high nose bridge and slid across his lips. He licked it off with his tongue and looked at Chen Yang expressionlessly.
Chen Yang pretended to have just seen it: "I noticed that you have lip beads."
He sneered at Jian.
Changing the subject didn't work, so Chen Yang immediately changed his approach: "I apologize for what happened just now."
He gestured to Jian to look at He Xiangrui: "I just laughed so hard that I couldn't hold it back."
Chao Jian ignored the others and pointed at his clothes: "It's wet."
"The sea breeze is very strong and with such strong sunlight, it will dry quickly," said Chen Yang.
Chao Jian said indifferently: "I don't know?"
Chen Yang: "... What are you doing?"
He glanced at the half-full bottle of water on the small table and asked tentatively, "Do you want to spray it back?"
Chao Jian said coldly: "I am three years old?"
The corners of Chen Yang's mouth twitched constantly. What a coincidence, I also want to ask you this question.
How is this going to end
Chen Yang held his forehead with his hand. If he accidentally sprayed water on his sister while drinking, his sister would make a scene with him...
Chen Yangfu walked over and wiped the water stains on Chao Jian's clothes neatly: "Okay, that's enough, the water is all wiped off."
"It's just a perfunctory job."
Chao Jian tensed his back muscles and tilted his head back. His throat moved and he realized something, so he tilted his head.
He Xiangrui and Zhao Yuan on the beach not far away retracted their necks at the same time.
"Scary." He Xiangrui was worried for himself.
Zhao Yuan pressed He Xiangrui's shoulder and said, "That's nothing. Brother, this is what I have experienced and deserves this word."
"I was wondering why you were so careless." He Xiangrui patted the sand off his trouser legs. "So that's how it is. So that's how it is."
"I never thought I would be abused even after coming here. My life is so miserable."
Zhao Yuan: “…”
He pulled He Xiangrui up and pinched his sturdy biceps twice, which made his hands hurt. "Let's go and dig sand."
"Should we go see Feng Chu?" Zhao Yuan glanced towards the reef on the left.
He Xiangrui's face was full of resistance: "Goodbye."
Zhao Yuan observed Feng Chu as he walked. He was sitting quietly on a reef, facing the sea. His dirty gray shirt and black hair were messy in the wind, making him look thin and fragile.
It’s no wonder that they were wary; it was Feng Chu who didn’t give a reasonable explanation.
Zhao Yuan kicked the sand and walked forward. Didn't Feng Chu feel strange? Also, he became an outlier in the team, so he would be panicked, right
He didn't seem to have either of those reactions.
Does he know something but can't reveal it
Chen Yang was also looking at Feng Chu, but he was thinking about the wet sand in the other's tent.
Feng Chu’s answer was that he stepped on it before sunset yesterday.
Even if the time from sunset to sunrise is not really as long as a night, it is not too short, so how could it not be dry yet
But if Feng Chu was lured to the shallows at night, how come he is still alive
Is he special
Chen Yang stared at Feng Chu distractedly and had to find a chance to talk to him.
After being tapped on the leg, Chen Yang followed his partner who turned around on crutches: "Where are you going?"
Chao Jian said, "Ticket office."
"Haven't we already looked for it?" Chen Yang's face was a little roughened by the sea breeze. He said puzzledly, "There is no 335 there."
Chao Jian glanced at him: "If you have other brands, take them to the locker room."
Chen Yang's body suddenly shook. Yes, he could open other storage cabinets according to the small signs, and maybe he would find something.
How could he overlook such an important link
No one else expected it either.
The small signs are right at the ticket office, placed in piles, and are very conspicuous.
No one mentioned opening the cabinet; everyone forgot about it.
Chen Yang turned his head and asked Chao Jian: "You just remembered it too?"
He asked himself and answered: "No?"
"Are you waiting for me to come up with this idea?"
The boy stopped.
Chen Yang thought he would answer this question, but he didn't expect that he would say something completely irrelevant, just three words.
"I feel uncomfortable," he said.
It took Chen Yang a while to realize that his emotions were becoming chaotic again and he was having a hard time suppressing them.
I can't just say "be patient" because that would seem insincere and might not comfort the patient but anger him. Chen Yang thought for a moment and said, "Then why don't you take some milk tablets? You can just pinch them and break them up for me to eat."
Chao Jian's hand holding the cane was shaking a little. He lowered his eyes and stood there for a while, then said in a hoarse voice, "Carry me."
"Okay, I'll carry you on my back." Chen Yang looked at his legs, turned away without any temper, and bent his legs. "Come up on your own. It's hard for me to get you out."
There was no movement behind me.
Chen Yang turned around: "Don't want it again?"
His back felt heavy, and the young man's slender and hot body pressed against him, bringing with it a surge of restlessness.
"Hold me." Chen Yang couldn't hold his legs, so he could only use his forearms to support them. "Hold me better, or you'll fall."
Two arms were placed on Chen Yang's neck, with crutches in one hand and the other in the other.
After walking for a while, Chen Yang felt like a dehydrated fish, breathing hard: "No, I can't breathe anymore, relax."
The breath in my ear was deep and heavy: "Didn't you want me to hug you?"
"It's too tight, brother." Chen Yang said helplessly, "Even if my neck is made of iron, it will be flattened in no time if you hold it like that."
He cursed at Jian softly and took his hand away.
Chen Yang carried Chao Jian to the ticket office and took away all the small signs in a bag.
"Let's go to the women's locker room first. Wen Qing is inside."
Chao Jian went to the men's locker room on crutches, and Chen Yang had no choice but to follow him.
Ever since a strand of long hair was found on the sole of a photographer's shoe yesterday, she has become a person that no one wants to talk about in the men's locker room.
Chen Yang held Chao Jian's crutch with his left hand, hooked the bag with his right little finger, and followed him closely to the storage cabinet.
Chao Jian pointed at the bench with his cane and said, "Pour all the signs on there and arrange them properly."
"On the stool there is ..."
Chen Yang’s eyes suddenly widened. It was gone. His hair was gone.
There was not a single hair in the crack of the stool.
Was it the hipster who took it away? It should be him.
Chen Yang thought so in his heart, but his eyes glanced under the stool warily.
"clatter"
The cane knocked on the wet ground, and he shouted coldly at Jian: "What are you doing? Hurry up."
Chen Yang was no longer so nervous after hearing the last two words. He walked to the stool and poured the small signs in the bag onto it, facing up one by one.
The numbers are clearly visible, making it easy to find the corresponding cabinet.
Chao Jian's voice came from behind: "114."
Chen Yang found the small sign and took it to the middle of the storage cabinet and scanned it.
There is a beeping sound.
It was a very common sound, but when it occurred in the silent and eerie locker room, it sounded extremely creepy.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian: "No response."
"despair"
The cupboard was opened.
It was so sudden that Chen Yang almost suffocated.
104 is the one at the bottom row. Although it was open, the cabinet door was still closed and did not pop open directly. Chen Yang took a deep breath and walked over there.
What's inside...
In just five or six steps, Chen Yang imagined countless horrible things in his mind, but when he bent down to open the cabinet and put his head over to look, there was nothing inside.
Empty.
Chao Jian: “117.”
Chen Yang used the number plate to scan the cabinet door and saw that it was empty.
Next, Chao Jian reported the cabinet numbers one by one, and Chen Yang opened them one by one. They were all empty, completely empty.
Until the locker of 215 was opened.
There were puzzle pieces in there, not just one, but a whole bunch of them.
They are not all placed one by one, several are put together.
It looked like the owner of the cabinet was in a hurry to do something and just casually stuffed the pieces in without finishing them.
Chen Yang didn't plan to try to put the pieces together. He quickly pushed all the fragments into the bag. Just as he was closing the cabinet door, he reached out to Jane's crutch and slammed the door shut.
Chen Yang was startled: "What's wrong?"
Chao Jian put down his crutches: "Nothing."
Chen Yang didn't believe Chao Jian's words. He stepped back and stared at the cabinet door. If he opened the cabinet now, what would he see
"Hey!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout from the side.
Chen Yang's heart stopped in shock: "Fuck."
He quickly rushed to the mischievous young man and kicked him.
Wen Qing stepped back and said, "Handsome guy, why are you so rude? This is not right. Calm down."
"Fuck..."
Chen Yang turned around and looked at Chao Jian halfway through scolding.
He didn't know why he did this.
"Smoking, swearing, oh wow, Li Mao, you picked a partner that is not very..."
Before Wen Qing could finish his words, he was hit by the cane in the face. He staggered and sat down on the bench with stars in his eyes, his butt pressing on the small sign, and he cried out exaggeratedly, "Ouch, ouch."
"Tell me, are you doing this?" Chen Yang stroked his chest and said unhappily.
Wen Qing stopped groaning and began to laugh, gently, with a sigh: "It's boring."
Chen Yang: “…” He was so bored that he came to provoke a patient who didn’t take his medicine. He is really not afraid of death.
Thinking of something, Chen Yang pointed and said, "Did you pull out the hair from the crack of the stool?"
Wen Qing covered his face and looked up, feeling very wronged: "Where is it? Don't put everything on me. This is my first time here."
Chen Yang looked at the bloody marks on his face and moved his mouth. It was useless to ask whether it was true or false.
"Wow, so many fragments." Wen Qing glanced at the bag in Chen Yang's hand, "Can the picture be put together?"
"Even if it's not complete, we can still piece together a large piece." Chen Yang collected the unused small signs and said, "Take these to the women's locker room and try them out. Maybe there will be a matching piece."
Wen Qing looked frustrated: "I didn't expect I could do this. I'm so stupid."
Chen Yang ignored him.
Without anyone to play along, Wen Qing lost interest in acting. He raised his wounded face and smiled with the corner of his mouth tilted: "Handsome man, saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddha. Don't ignore me, just pity me and let me do something."
Chen Yang also smiled and imitated his tone and said: "Adults are lonely and isolated. We must learn to find joy in adversity and entertain ourselves."
Hipster: “…”
Tsk.
Wen Qing leaned close to Chao Jian's ear and said in a voice that only Chao Jian could hear, "You have worked so hard to train your partner in the mission world. Why don't you just find an excellent one? This will be more efficient and avoid many variables."
Chao Jian looked down at him coldly: "None of your business."
Wen Qing shook his head: "Vulgar."
"It's just that the partner is not a partner, it's unrequited love, I understand, young people's feelings are always... Um, you hit me again, you have to be civilized, you really won't get anything by being so violent... Hey, wait for me, I want to go too!"
I opened more than a dozen lockers in the women's locker room, but they were all empty, with nothing found.
Chen Yangjian checked the small signs to make sure he didn't miss any, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
I can't quite accept this result.
Chen Yang suddenly looked at Wen Qing: "Have you driven it before?"
Wen Qing was counting his remaining chewing gum, and when he heard this, he gave a confused expression: "No."
Chen Yang narrowed his eyes: "Really?"
Wen Qing nodded vigorously: "Yeah, think about it, if I did that, I would definitely open the men's locker room as well, and I could leave half for you?"
Chen Yang stopped talking to Wen Qing. He walked to Chao Jian and whispered something.
"Crash"
A series of water sounds came from the rear left. Chen Yang's steady voice trembled and he looked in the direction of the sound.
Wen Qing stood under the shower head: "According to the normal routine, the water pipes should be filled with thick blood mixed with blood clots and hair. How come here, it's just water?"
Chen Yang wanted to hit someone.
Wen Qing showered himself like a drowned chicken, dripping all the way back, with thick bangs sticking to his forehead. He pushed them all to the side and said, "Don't you guys want to shower? You're all sweaty and stink."
Before Wen Qing smoothed his bangs, Chen Yang noticed a small black spot with his sharp eyes. It should be a birthmark. He did not show any curiosity, nor did he feel disgusted.
I thought that hipsters grew such thick bangs to cover up their birthmarks.
At the train station, Wen Qing's bangs were oily, and he tied a headband to cover it up.
Since you dislike it so much, why don't you try to get rid of it
Or maybe he just likes this kind of self-abuse feeling...
"Then let us stink to death." Chen Yang said.
Wen Qing's eyes were full of tears. When he was wiping them, he heard Chen Yang's words and his eyelids rolled up. This guy's personality has changed a lot since last time.
It seems like a process of returning.
Fun.
Chen Yang put the small sign back. He pulled Chao Jian to sit in the shadow in front of the ticket booth and shouted everyone's names loudly, asking them to meet here.
Without Feng Chu, he was still sitting on the reef.
Chen Yang asked Zhao Yuan to call Feng Chu over, and Zhao Yuan did as he was told without saying anything.
Others have ideas.
"Are you still going to call him to the meeting?" He Xiangrui said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "There's no need."
The photographer pulled his tangled beard and said, "I agree with Mr. He."
Qingfeng has a different opinion: "He discovered the clues to the puzzle."
"So what?" He Xiangrui's face was tanned and oily. "He was fine then, but now he is."
"Besides, he was just the first one to figure out that the puzzle was related to the bathhouse. Without him, we would have discovered this information too, just a little later."
Qingfeng couldn't argue with He Xiangrui, so he kicked the ball that rolled in front of him away and said, "Listen to Mr. Chen."
Chen Yang was carefully flipping through the puzzle pieces. He vaguely heard Qing Feng mention him, so he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
No one answered.
No one wanted to have a serious argument with him.
Seeing that no one answered, Chen Yang did not ask any more questions. He continued with his own business: "My hands are not good enough, you guys come and try."
Zhang Jinyang was the first to withdraw. He said that his finger joints were too thick and big, and he was afraid of breaking the fragments accidentally.
Next came He Xiangrui, who had strong limbs but a simple mind and was unable to do such delicate work.
The photographer also refused. Actually, he could have given it a try, but when he saw there were other people around, he didn't want to get involved.
After Chen Yang asked, only Qingfeng came over.
"You fight first." Chen Yang said, "Feng Chu and Zhao Yuan will come back soon, they will help you."
Qingfeng didn't listen to what Chen Yang said. He was confused by the pile of debris and felt he had no idea where to start.
"You're not participating?" Chen Yang glanced at the young man lying on the sand.
The hipster grabbed some sand and threw it onto his wet clothes: "We have experienced players who can do puzzles, so you don't need me."
Chen Yang moved closer to Chao Jian: "There are hundreds of fragments. I don't know how long it will take to put them together."
Chao Jian was piling up sand.
Chen Yang took a look and saw that there was no pattern, it was just a random pile. He took out a small shovel from the bag and said, "Use this."
"Do you want a small bucket? Press a bucket of sand and turn it upside down to make a castle."
Chao Jian scattered the piled up sand.
Chen Yang's heart was lifted. He was still too young. He had only been a brother and not a father, otherwise the situation would not be so difficult.
"You're treating me like a child again."
The young man approached, half-closed his eyes and looked at Chen Yang, with a gloomy smile in his voice: "I've told you several times, but you just let it go in one ear and out the other."
Chen Yangxin said, why do I treat you as a child, have you never thought about your own reasons
Every time I think that way, it's when you're being childish.
Chen Yang couldn't say this out loud. He sighed and turned to the boy, "Don't get so close to me. You're even angrier than Zhao Yuan."
Chao Jian's face turned dark.
"When I carry you on my back, it feels like I'm carrying a stove." Chen Yang continued.
Chao Jian kicked him, but not hard: "Shut up."
Chen Yang suppressed his laughter and shook his shoulders: "Then you can continue to pile up sand."
"No more piling." Chao Jian frowned angrily.
Chen Yang said, "If you don't want to pile it up, then don't pile it up. Wait until the puzzle is finished and see."
"Time has stopped. I don't know what time it is now. The sun is setting too fast in the west." He was worried. "When the sun sets, we have to go back to the tent."
Chao Jian had just said he would stop piling sand, but now he was piling it up again. He said calmly, "The sunset is fast, and the sunrise is also fast. There is no difference."
Chen Yang thought so too. He used a few fingers of his left hand to roll a ball of sand and gave it to Chao Jian.
Chao Jian said disdainfully: "It's so ugly, I don't want it."
Chen Yang saw a fleeting curve on the boy's lips. He was startled, as if the other person would only smile when he was sick.
If a teenager does not take his medication, not only will his antisocial personality traits be revealed, but also his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness that are suppressed by the drugs. These are all expressed little by little through his words and actions.
Become vivid, real, and ordinary.
When Feng Chu arrived, he started to do the puzzle silently. He was very devoted and worked quickly, rarely stopping to think.
Basically, once you get a piece, you know where to put it.
However, not long after, Feng Chu's expression changed, and so did the others around him.
Because Feng Chu managed to save an arm.
The upper arm, forearm and palm, these three parts are not connected together, and are separated by blank fragments.
"Dismember the body..." Zhao Yuan uttered two words.
"Fuck, what are you doing!" Zhao Yuan pushed away He Xiangrui who was hugging him tightly.
"Sorry, sorry." He Xiangrui was embarrassed and scared. He moved a little further away from the puzzle. "Cut it into three pieces. Is this obsessive-compulsive disorder?"
Zhao Yuan said, "Maybe."
The photographer next to him suddenly said, "Art."
He stared at the arm on the puzzle and murmured, "It's beautiful."
After he finished speaking, he realized that everyone was looking at him strangely, so he explained, "I am looking at it from a photography perspective."
Isn’t “…” just as perverted
Feng Chu continued to put the puzzle in his hand together, while Qingfeng and Zhao Yuan also put together their parts.
Chen Yang looked at Feng Chu's arm and red sleeves without saying a word.
He remembered the piece of debris in his tent, which was the same color. At that time, he guessed it was a red plastic bucket for digging sand, and told Jane that it was a red skirt.
Now it seems that Chao Jian was right.
The woman's body and her ghost were both in the bathhouse. Chen Yang looked around and felt a numbness on the back of his head. He sat closer to Chao Jian.
Chao Jian's elbow was hit by Chen Yang, and the small tower fell down.
He stared for a while and piled it up again.
"I can't understand it. If you kill someone, you can just throw him into the sea." Zhao Yuan couldn't help but throw out the doubts in his mind, "Why go through the trouble of burying him in the sand and chopping him into pieces?"
Zhang Jinyang scratched his itchy scalp, his dreadlocks were messed up by him: "That means the body was not broken into pieces here, but was killed somewhere else and broken into many pieces, and then brought here to be buried."
"Then throwing it into the sea is fine."
Zhao Yuan threw away the wrong fragments and found the correct ones to put together: "It's like that in the movies. The place where the body was dumped is either the seaside or the mountains, and each place occupies half."
"I've never seen a murderer in a movie bring a body to the beach, not to dump it in the sea, but to bury it in the sand."
"Habit?"
He Xiangrui nodded at the photographer: "Just like he said, art."
The photographer frowned: "I just mentioned it, it doesn't mean I approve of that behavior."
"No one thinks that way." He Xiangrui said hurriedly, "Everyone is here for the mission, so they just discuss and analyze casually. Or... Or you try to think about the murderer's mentality from your perspective? Maybe you can..."
The photographer interrupted harshly: "I can't do that."
He Xiangrui hit a wall. He looked embarrassed and cursed in his heart.
The bathhouse fell silent.
Wen Qing buried himself in the sand and fell asleep.
Zhang Jinyang and the photographer began to doze off, and He Xiangrui looked around nervously.
Chao Jian was piling sand as if no one was around. The aura around him was very aggressive. He didn't allow anyone except Chen Yang to get close to him, and no one dared to disturb him.
Chen Yang ignored Chao Jian. He was helping to put the puzzle together. He would take out the pieces and hand them over to whoever needed them.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Chu, Zhao Yuan and Qingfeng had put all the fragments together.
The place in the puzzle is revealed, which is the reef on the right.
"No more?" Feng Chu was in high spirits, with an intense light in his eyes.
Chen Yang searched the bag but couldn't find the missing pieces.
“Huh.”
Zhao Yuan stopped moving the sand, and the next second he quickly dug underneath. He shouted excitedly, "Here it is! I found it! There are fragments here!"
"I found it too." Qingfeng followed closely.
He Xiangrui joined in and also found fragments from the sand.
Chen Yang saw that everyone had found dozens of puzzle pieces in this area. They were all easily dug out and not hidden very deep.
He glanced at the hipster who was sleeping with headphones in his ears, his expression indescribable.
Feng Chu put the fragments together one by one, and the moment he finished putting them all together, the air around him froze.
The puzzle features a woman in a red dress, standing and facing the camera.
The torso and limbs are separated and far apart.
No head.
There are seven puzzle pieces missing from the head.
Everyone knows that the seven fragments are in the bathing area, but the question is, how to find them
They dug all day yesterday but found nothing. Today the sun is already setting and it feels like it will set soon.
There is not enough time and the beach is so big that digging without any plan will only waste your energy.
Chen Yang pondered in silence. These puzzle pieces were easy to find. All he had to do was think of the small sign at the ticket office and have the courage to do it.
It is not clear where the literary youth's dozens of dollars came from, but it is estimated that they are not too complicated.
The real trouble is the splinter in the head.
That is the key, and it can be very dangerous, not knowing where each piece is and what it represents.
The current manpower must be properly distributed and no more should be wasted. Chen Yang waited for a while, but no one had any ideas, so he made up his mind and said, "Let's dig out the remains according to the position on the puzzle first."
Zhao Yuan pointed to a part of the puzzle and said, "I dug at the location of this foot and didn't find anything unusual."
Chen Yang said: "Not deep enough."
"The remains should be buried very deep down. We all need to dig one out quickly, and then we can dig the next one."
No one raised any objection.
Zhao Yuan asked: "Which position should we dig first?"
"Right arm."
Chen Yang shook off the fine sand on the gauze of his fingers: "Maybe there is a small sign of her storage cabinet on it."
"No." He Xiangrui said, "There's nothing on either arm."
The hipster lying on the ground said slowly, "You're wearing long sleeves, but your wrists are blocked by the sleeves. What a moron."
He Xiangrui: “…”
"Okay, let's hurry up and dig."
Chen Yang stood up, reached out to pull Chao Jian, and looked at Feng Chu: "Do you have any tools?"
Feng Chu nodded.
"Switch the small one to the big one, bring a few more, plastic ones, no explanation."
Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian up and said, "My hand is injured, so I can only use my left hand. I don't think I can dig much. I still have to rely on you."
Everyone said "I understand".
At this time, Wen Qing sat up from the sand: "My hands are not injured, but my heart is injured and my brain is sick. I really hate digging in the sand. I'm sorry, everyone. Please excuse me."
"… "
Soon, everyone went to where the right arm of the corpse was located.
Chen Yang squatted and dug for a while, then changed to sitting and digging. Just when he realized that the sun was about to set, he saw a headless male ghost.
Facing him, pointing in a direction.