Chen Yang stood up suddenly.
His movements were so large that all the fine sand on the shovel in his hand flew onto Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan was so confused that he spat out the sand from his mouth: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Chen Yang's throat tightened: "It's that sand pit..."
"What?" Zhao Yuan accidentally bit his tongue and hissed, "What happened?"
Chen Yang came back to his senses in a daze and shouted in horror: "Go there quickly! Go to the sand pit!"
Everyone was frightened by Chen Yang's expression. They didn't bother to ask the cause and effect and all ran over immediately.
They all stopped not far from the sand pit.
The body of Zhong Ming that was pried up disappeared, and there was only sand around it, nothing else.
So there's a problem in the sand pit
Everyone stopped where they were, not moving a step.
The tip of Zhao Yuan's tongue was stinging with pain. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with sweet and fishy taste, clenched the shovel in his hand, and walked towards the sand pit step by step with shaking legs, and stopped.
Zhao Yuan took a short breath, closed his eyes, leaving only a slit, and looked carefully into the sand pit.
"No..."
Zhao Yuan turned around and yelled at Chen Yang: "Brother, there's nothing!"
Chen Yang was stunned. No
How could there be nothing there? The direction the headless figure is pointing in is right there.
Chen Yang shouted: "Dig!"
Zhao Yuan looked at Zhang Jinyang and the others and said, "Then let's dig."
He Xiangrui's bulging chest muscles rose and fell: "Weren't we supposed to dig the arm? Why are you asking us to dig here? If we waste more time, we won't be able to dig anything before sunset."
Zhao Yuan was about to speak up for Chen Yang when he heard Feng Chu say, "Mr. Chen wouldn't let them do this for no reason."
"When he comes over, he'll tell you the reason."
The right arm of the corpse was buried. Chen Yang threw away the shovel in his left hand and bent down to pull Chao Jian: "Don't dig anymore, let's go to the sand pit."
Chao Jian stood up under the force of Chen Yang, took the crutch he had picked up, and put his arm on it.
"I saw a headless figure." Chen Yang pointed to Chao Jian, "It's right there."
The place he pointed to was now empty, and the wind had kicked up fine sand, which was carried into the waves.
Chao Jian leaned on his crutches and said, "A ghost is pointing the way."
"Well, judging from his figure, he's a man." Chen Yang's diving shoes were stuffy and wet. "I'm not sure if he's the murderer of the female corpse or the tasker. I have to judge based on the clues in the sand pit."
He shuddered as he spoke: "That scared me."
"There is no head, just think about it."
Chao Jian frowned: "Why would I think about such disgusting things?"
Chen Yang choked.
Chao Jian raised the hand that he was holding tightly: "You are going to peel off my skin, brother."
The ending tones of the last two words are raised, with obvious mockery.
Chen Yang's sense of pain came up slowly, and he quickly let go of his hand.
Chao Jian hummed: "You never learn your lesson."
Before Chen Yang could fight back, his right hand was grabbed. He was in pain, and the three fingers wrapped in gauze were trembling a little: "What are you doing?"
Chao Jian looked at his index finger: "There is sand in it."
A warm breath brushed against his fingertips, and the hairs on Chen Yang's entire back stood up. He said uncomfortably, "No, no need, I can do it myself."
Chao Jian seemed to smile, but didn't seem to smile: "I'm not your brother, what's the big deal if I blow it for you?"
Chen Yang: “…”
"No more." Chao Jian removed the fingers that were holding Chen Yang's wrist, put his hand down, and walked forward with his crutches.
Chen Yang moved his finger and glanced at the boy's back.
When I wasn't taking the medicine, my emotions were released bit by bit. It was real, but it was a little...
Arrogant? Spoiled? Childish? I can't find an accurate adjective.
In short, you need someone to coax you.
Chen Yang went to the sand pit and told him about the headless figure showing the way.
This caught everyone off guard. They climbed out of the sand pit in a panic and fell onto the sand.
I dare not dig anymore.
Chen Yang didn't have time to give them psychological counseling. He jumped into the slightly larger pit and started digging with the shovel in his left hand.
Chao Jian poked him with his cane: "Move aside."
"Don't come down." Chen Yang didn't move. He said as he dug, "Just stay on the side."
The two crutches were placed in the sand pit and jumped towards Jane.
Chen Yang hurried to help Chao Jian, but forgot to pay attention to the injuries on his fingers. He felt pain all the way to his heart and his face turned pale.
The six people above looked at the pair of brothers in distress with complicated expressions.
Zhao Yuan slid into the sand pit covered in dust, followed by Feng Chu, Qingfeng, Zhang Jinyang and the photographer.
He Xiangrui was still at the edge of the pit. He pulled up his wet sweatpants that were sticking to his legs and said, "Is there enough manpower? I won't go down. I'll keep watch for you guys."
Zhao Yuan said, "Then you keep watch. If a ghost comes near, tell us."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Xiangrui rolled down.
Let’s die together.
Chen Yang was worried that after a sunset and sunrise, everything in the sand pit would be gone, so he looked up at the sky after digging for a while.
This is simply racing against time with death, and I'm about to have a heart attack.
Everyone dug until they were exhausted and found nothing.
Chen Yang is different from everyone else. He cannot switch between his two hands. He used his left hand the whole time, which caused numbness and cramps due to overuse.
"Nothing." He Xiangrui said what was in Chen Yang's mind.
He collapsed in the sand pit, panting heavily, his face was not good, and his tone was not good: "So much time was wasted for nothing."
"If we had been digging for the right arm, we would have found it by now."
"What's the point of talking about this now?" Zhao Yuan retorted angrily.
He Xiangrui was frustrated. He said unconvincedly, "I'm so tired, but I didn't dig out any shit. And you're not allowed to talk anymore."
Zhao Yuan saw that when He Xiangrui said that, he had forgotten about Chen Yang and started to complain. He defended his son and said, "You are not the only one digging and working alone. Isn't it the same for everyone?"
"Stop arguing." Qingfeng had a cold and felt dizzy. He wiped his face with his dirty hands, which were covered with sweat. "Mr. Chen, that... could that person be pointing to somewhere else in this direction instead of the sand pit?"
Everyone else's eyes were focused on Qingfeng.
Qingfeng said: "I just observed that the locker room is in the same direction as the sand pit."
"That's the locker room!" He Xiangrui wiped the sand off his legs and said speechlessly, "After all this time, it turns out that I just looked in the wrong place."
There is a more □□ smell in the air.
The photographer spoke up to smooth things over: "It's just a direction, it's normal to get it wrong."
"It's not a question of whether it's normal or not," He Xiangrui said. "It's a life-and-death race right now. Time is of the essence. We've worked so hard for nothing. We're going to run out of energy. If something happens later, we won't be able to run."
Zhao Yuan looked at Chen Yang: "Are you still digging?"
"How about we go to the locker room first?"
Chen Yang's left hand, which was placed on the sand, was still cramping. He rubbed his face with the back of his right hand, and his words suddenly froze at his lips.
Chen Yang stared at the photographer.
The photographer was about to stand up when he got stuck. Chen Yang stared at him and made him feel uneasy: "What's wrong?"
"Where did you get your shovel?" Chen Yang said.
"You ask that? I just..."
The photographer stopped talking abruptly and threw away the shovel he had lifted up a little.
Made of iron, very old.
The edge of the shovel is slightly curled.
"Fuck!"
Zhao Yuan cursed loudly, and the others woke up in shock. They left their seats and crowded together, staying away from the shovel.
The photographer was a little overwhelmed. Under Chen Yang's questioning gaze, he said, "I just took it randomly."
When digging sand, the shovel in the photographer's hand was covered in sweat and was slippery to hold, so he threw it away and found another one nearby to use.
At that time, everyone brought a lot of shovels and put them all in the sand pit and mixed them together, so he didn't care.
Everyone else was digging their own grave. Their heads were aching from all the emotions like irritability, anxiety, fatigue, panic, etc. They didn't know when the shovel came out of the sand.
"Brother, this must be the headless figure," Zhao Yuan said.
Chen Yang hummed, he used Chao Jian's crutch to hook the shovel in front of him, and his outstretched hand was opened by Chao Jian.
Chao Jian picked up the shovel and Chen Yang leaned over to take a look.
"Is there a mark?" Zhao Yuan also looked at the shovel. "A name engraved on it or something."
His imagination is all based on the plots in the movies, and usually the appearance of a prop means a major development related to the protagonist.
"No, no mark, and no name." Chen Yang grabbed Chao Jian's sleeve and asked him to bring the shovel in his hand closer and check it carefully.
“Is this a blood mark?”
Zhao Yuan pointed to one spot and said uncertainly, "Is that so? I think it has that smell."
His finger moved to the left of that place: "There's this too, and this too!"
There are three spots in total, all very blurry. They are not some kind of graphics but irregular, as if something was painted on with red paint a long time ago and the eraser didn't wipe it clean, leaving traces.
Chen Yang looked at the three marks, wondering what he was thinking.
Zhao Yuan's idea was not answered, so he shouted anxiously: "Brother, how do you feel..."
Chao Jian glanced at him expressionlessly.
Zhao Yuan shut up immediately.
The sand pit became quiet, with the sea breeze blowing from time to time, which was not at all comfortable.
Chen Yang's eyes suddenly widened: "Go dig out the corpse's right hand."
Everyone heard it clearly, and their faces, which were exposed to the wind and sun, froze.
He Xiangrui couldn't help but wail: "Still digging? No, I can't dig anymore."
"Stop yelling, save your energy. This is not the real world. We have to dig even if we can't." Zhao Yuan climbed to the top of the sand pit and reached down. "Whoever can't get up, grab my hand."
Qingfeng grabbed Zhao Yuan and asked him to pull him up.
"Young Taoist priest, why are your hands so hot?" Zhao Yuan said, "Do you have a fever?"
Qingfeng nodded drowsily.
Zhao Yuan was helpless and could only pat him on the shoulder.
There is a huge temperature difference between day and night in the bathing area, one is cold and the other is hot, with a short interval.
During the day, the sea breeze blows and the sun shines brightly. You sweat and then dry it off, and then you sweat again, over and over again. There is no way to change clothes. You lie in the tent and feel cold all over. People with poor physical fitness cannot bear it.
Zhao Yuan glanced at Chen Yang. Although he was thin, he had a good physique and it was not difficult for him to carry Jian on his back.
I guess he has quite a lot of abdominal muscles.
Zhao Yuan's gaze moved to the corresponding place.
A crutch hit him and Zhao Yuan fell backwards, almost peeing his pants.
Chen Yang asked Chao Jian in confusion: "Why did you throw away your crutches?"
Chao Jian threw the other one away without saying a word.
Then he stood on one leg and looked down at Chen Yang.
While Chen Yang was sighing that he could actually read the boy's thoughts from his eyes, he quickly went to the sand pit, stretched out his arms to him and raised his chin.
Chao Jian pressed on Chen Yang's arm, and clamped it with his five fingers together.
Chen Yang pulled him up in one go, panting and saying, "The cane is your tool for walking, don't throw it away."
While Chao Jian was getting his crutches, Zhao Yuan secretly cast a look at Chen Yang: Brother, it's my fault, it's all my fault.
Chen Yang looked at him in confusion: What’s wrong with you
Zhao Yuan hesitated to speak: I am asking for death.
Chen Yang: “…”
Zhao Yuan pulled Feng Chu and the photographer up one by one and asked Zhang Jinyang if he wanted to lend a hand.
Zhang Jinyang refused and he pushed himself out of the sand pit with one hand.
Very cool and handsome.
Unfortunately, the audience was not in the mood to enjoy it.
Zhang Jinyang walked up to Chen Yang and said, "I want to confirm. Are you talking about digging the right hand or the right arm? These two are not in the same place. The former has not been dug, but the latter has been dug a lot."
"Right hand." Chen Yang exhaled, "I'll dig the right arm tomorrow."
He motioned for everyone to look at the sky: "We have to hurry."
The puzzle was too big, so in order to make it easier to carry, it was broken up shortly after it was completed. Now it is all in Chen Yang's bag.
Those who would take pictures of the puzzle at that time now take out their mobile phones to check one by one. After everyone has determined the direction, they head to the destination and start a new round of sand excavation with gritted teeth. Their muscles have spasms to varying degrees.
Chen Yang’s strength is about that of a three-year-old child playing with sand.
Chao Jian pulled his shovel away and threw it aside: "Don't get in the way. Take a rest."
"Yeah, take a rest. You are not a big deal." Zhao Yuan was breathing heavily. He no longer looked like the school idol he was when he came in. Now he was just a refugee.
Chen Yang couldn't sit still and leaned against Zhao Yuan, intending to take a break.
Zhao Yuan reacted violently and pushed Chen Yang away, but then pulled him back halfway and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"Brother, I'm very weak now. I can't do it anymore. Please lean on the person on your other side."
Chen Yang then leaned towards Chao Jian.
Chao Jian pushed him away: "You are all sweaty, don't get close to me."
"You're not that clean either." Chen Yang's bones were all loose. "Okay, I won't say any more. I'll just lean on you for a while."
The photographer quietly said: "You two have such a good relationship."
Zhao Yuan and He Xiangrui both stopped what they were doing and pricked up their ears.
The atmosphere is inexplicably subtle.
Chen Yang leaned against Jian and smiled without saying anything.
At this time, he didn't have the energy to chat with others or share things other than the task.
Chen Yang was a little sleepy. His head swayed and rested on Chao Jian's shoulder, rubbing against it unconsciously.
"Sit down!" Chao Jian's breath tensed.
Chen Yang sat up straighter and wiped his face with his sleeve, unable to tell which one was dirtier.
“I’m so tired.”
Chen Yang touched the shovel and took it away from Jian again.
"Half dead, what are you digging for?" Chao Jian bit the milk tablet with his back teeth, his voice was unclear, and his brows were furrowed, "Go away, don't bother me."
Chen Yang's face twitched. Why am I so annoyed? Oh, let's not argue with this kid. Let him be.
After resting for a while, Chen Yang's left hand regained some strength. He was about to start digging the sand when he suddenly remembered something he had missed and his body leaned towards Feng Chu.
"Where are you from?"
Chen Yang simply wanted to talk to Feng Chu, and he randomly found a topic that would make people relax. He didn't expect the other party's answer to be so shocking.
From Penang, said Feng Chu.
Chen Yang couldn't control his facial expression.
Feng Chu's palms were broken and wrapped in plastic bags. He dug the sand very slowly and spoke very slowly: "What's wrong?"
Chen Yang didn't answer him, but asked others: "What about you?"
"I'm from Qingcheng." said He Xiangrui.
Qingfeng and the photographer nodded, and so did they.
There is no need to talk about Zhao Yuan, they had communicated on Xiaoyin Island that time.
Feng Chu's face showed surprise: "I'm the only one who's not."
Chen Yang lowered his eyelids, not letting Feng Chu and the others see the emotions in his eyes. He always thought that all the taskers were from Qingcheng.
Now there is an exception.
Wouldn't all his speculations for so long be overturned
how so…
Chen Yang calmly asked Feng Chu: "Have you always lived in Penang?"
"Yes, I was born, grew up, and went to school there. I haven't been to other cities." Feng Chu said, "Come to think of it, I wanted to travel to Qingcheng after the college entrance examination last year, but something happened at home and I was delayed. If I can go back alive this time, I will definitely visit you."
"The Ninth Rehabilitation Hospital, Sanlian Bridge, East Street... I have read the travel guide for Qingcheng."
Zhao Yuan added a few scenic spots for Feng Chu.
He Xiangrui joined in indifferently, and the topic turned to the Qingcheng Scenic Area.
Chen Yang couldn't communicate with Feng Chu anymore. He returned to Chao Jian with an indescribable feeling: "It turns out that not all taskers are from Qingcheng."
"I'm going in the wrong direction," he muttered to himself.
"If you're wrong, you're wrong. Look for it again."
Chao Jian lowered his head and dug the sand. After a few digs, he slammed the shovel on the ground, gasped loudly and angrily, and stopped digging.
Seeing him like this, Chen Yang quickly suppressed the explosive information Feng Chu brought to him and gently comforted him, "Hold on a little longer."
Chao Jian picked up the shovel again.
When the right hand of the corpse was dug out, everyone could no longer show any fear, only tiredness.
"Brother, what should we do next?" Zhao Yuan took on the attitude of an old man, and his thinking logic also became a little more logical. "After the shovel comes out, you ask us to dig out the right hand..."
An idea suddenly occurred to him: "Do you suspect the shovel has something to do with the body?"
Chen Yang moved the bones on the sand.
"Ahhh!!!" He Xiangrui screamed with his big muscles trembling.
"What are you yelling about?" Zhang Jinyang grabbed his neck, "Shut up, you're making so much noise."
Chen Yang asked Zhao Yuan to pick up the bones.
Zhao Yuan was very grateful for Chen Yang's trust in him, but he felt that he was not qualified for the job.
Chen Yang did not force Zhao Yuan, nor did he have time to start an ideological education class. He looked at his partner.
Chao Jian frowned, looking extremely impatient: "Don't look at me, I won't touch you."
Ten seconds later, Chao Jian took the skeleton through the plastic bag, pressed it on the shovel as Chen Yang expected, and moved his fingers one by one to the three marks.
They actually met!
It's exactly the gesture of holding a shovel.
Chen Yang's guess was confirmed, and his breathing became extremely disordered: "It is indeed the case."
Everyone's face was filled with shock.
"This... How come..."
"Did we get it wrong?"
Zhao Yuan connected the tent, watching the sunrise and waiting for the sunset, being blind, the headless ghost pointing the way, the shovel, and this information together, and the black hole in his mind began to spin: "One day, a man and a woman came to the bathhouse and set up a tent here. They may not be a couple, but they may know each other and have a good relationship."
"That man, the headless ghost, tried to do something inappropriate to the woman in the red skirt in the men's locker room, but he was killed in return. His head was chopped off and the rest of his body was buried in the sand pit."
Zhao Yuan kicked the shovel lightly and said, "I'll use this one."
"The body in the sand pit is gone. The headless ghost got up and walked away. The little notebook fell into the sand pit when the woman in the red dress was burying the body."
Most people can't follow this kind of imagination with propellers. The photographer barely managed to figure it out and raised his own doubts: "How did the woman in the red dress die?"
"Killed by the headless ghost."
Zhao Yuan said: "After he died, he turned into a ghost to seek revenge, killing people and dismembering their bodies. Unexpectedly, the woman's resentment was too great, and she turned into a fierce ghost directly, and the whole bathhouse was hers."
Seeing that no one interrupted, Zhao Yuan was encouraged and continued, "The headless ghost showed us the way and asked us to find the shovel for a simple reason. Without the shovel, no one would be led by the evil ghost to dig sand at night."
"This way, fewer of our people will die, which will help him deal with the evil spirit so that he can find his head and leave here."
Among the group of people, there were only a few who could use their brains. Qingfeng was one of them. He was sick and felt dizzy after listening to what he said.
"I don't think that's right."
Qingfeng's lips opened and closed, "According to Zhao Yuan, the bloodstains were left by the woman in the red skirt when she was buried. She was still alive at the time, and her hands had flesh and skin, which is very different from the bones we have now."
"How come the skeleton matches these marks?"
Feng Chu, who had become less talkative, continued: "Unless you bury them, they are no longer human."
Chen Yang's eyes suddenly darkened without warning, and he screamed, "Quick! Go back to the tent!"
The sun sets.
Everyone ran desperately to their tents, not caring about anything else, forgetting their tiredness, and only thinking about getting into the tent as quickly as possible.
Hurry up, hurry up.
Zhao Yuan ran a short distance and then turned back. He looked at Chen Yang who was still standing there and shouted anxiously, "Brother, hurry up!"
"You choose to go."
Chen Yang quickly put the corpse's right hand bone into a bag, put it together with the puzzle pieces and the shovel, and handed them all to Chao Jian, asking him to hold them.
The moment he carried Chao Jian on his back, Chen Yang yelled towards the women's locker room at the top of his voice: "Wen Qing! The sun is setting!"
In the locker room, the coin in Wen Qing's hand fell down, jingling for a while before stopping. He was stunned for a while before bending down to pick it up. Wen Qing sighed faintly: "What are you doing? Why do you care about me? Really..."
"Who wants to experience the friendship between teammates?"
Wen Qing walked out of the dressing room with his hands in his pockets, and greeted the vast sunset glow. He sighed: "Look at this beautiful scenery, it's just like the real thing."
Chen Yang was running slowly with Chao Jian on his back, and Wen Qing quickly caught up with them.
"What about the others?"
Chen Yang panted: "Everyone has entered the tent."
"I didn't care about the two of you wounded." Wen Qing laughed, "These idiots, in times of crisis, have become smarter one by one."
Chen Yang smelled the blood in the sea breeze and his face changed drastically.
"It smells like blood, and it's a bit smelly." Wen Qing looked at the sea, "Will there be corpses floating up?"
"The bathing beach looks interesting after sunset. Should I go out for a walk?"
Chen Yang used his arms to support Chao Jian on his back, breathing like a broken bellows: "Don't seek death."
His clothes were being pulled with great force, and Chen Yang turned back angrily: "I told you not to seek death, but you still want to drag us along with you?"
"Look at what you said." Wen Qing stretched out his hand, "Give me the bag."
This request is quite abrupt.
Chen Yang paused, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure?"
Wen Qing took it directly and waved his hand lazily: "Handsome guy, Li Mao, good night, see you tomorrow."
Chen Yang ran again. None of the three things in the bag were safe.
The hipster actually took the initiative to leave.
I don’t know if it’s for excitement or for some other mentality.
Chen Yang ran to Chao Jian's tent and hurriedly put him down: "Go in quickly."
Chao Jian leaned on his crutches, his eyes swept across the sea and the beach: "You go on your way."
"Walk."
He pushed Chen Yang with his crutch.
Chen Yang walked past Qingfeng's tent and went towards his own: "You should also go in quickly and don't stand outside. You can't do this when looking for clues."
Chao Jian stood there with his jaw set, and only turned around with his crutches after Chen Yang entered the tent and zipped up his tent.
Just then, Wen Qing came out of the tent, stood at the entrance and called out to Chao Jian, smiling with a creepy invitation in his eyes.
The purpose is clear, I want to find someone to watch the sunset and play games with me.
He sneered at Jian and gave Wen Qing a look that said "I'm not alone".
The subtext is that I am not like you, no one will miss me even if I die.
Hipster: “…”
He curled his lips in dismay: "Why are you so proud? You didn't get to eat it, huh."
The stench from the bathhouse grew stronger and stronger, as if someone had stuffed my head into a bag of rotten meat, with my mouth and nose pressed against it.
You can no longer smell that smell once you enter the tent.
Wen Qing squinted his eyes and looked at the rapidly sinking sky. He muttered something, bent down and went back to the tent.
Chen Yang lay in the tent, his chest heaving violently and his whole body covered in sweat.
The sunrise and sunset are so fast that you can't help but feel unpredictable.
Just as Chen Yang finished his exclamation, it became dark outside, without a trace of light.
The tent seemed to be covered with a thick black cloth.
Chen Yang's back was too wet, so he turned sideways to dry his back.
Zhao Yuan’s imagination was not entirely wrong. Zhong Ming used that shovel to dig sand last night. Now that it has been taken away by them, he can’t dig tonight.
Ghosts can't get near the tent.
Unless the hipster is bewitched by a ghost and walks out of the tent with a shovel.
Chen Yang felt that the possibility was extremely low.
Wen Qing is a veteran in the game, so his ID number is definitely not long.
Chen Yang thought of Feng Chu again and wanted to talk to him.
In order to avoid any further complications, let’s talk after sunrise this time and talk in detail.
Chen Yang felt that Feng Chu was a breakthrough.
Whether it is this task or the entire task background.
By the way, I haven’t asked Feng Chu for his ID number. He is a newcomer, and for people outside Qingcheng, will his ID number also be seven digits
It's quiet outside.
Chen Yang decided not to sleep tonight. He adjusted his heartbeat and began to count, hoping to know how many times the sunrise would come.
The time on my phone stopped, and the lengths of day and night were incorrect.
In order to figure out the rules here, he could not think of any other method except this one.
“Bang!”
There was a sudden sound outside the tent.
Chen Yang's eyelids were twitching wildly.
The sound was like something being chop, the blade hit the bone and got stuck.
The man chopping things became impatient and started swinging his arms around.
“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—”
“Bang, bang, bang!”