The "clang, clang, clang" sounds were very loud and clear, as if they were happening right in Chen Yang's tent. He could even hear the bones being chopped open and the friction sound of the blade embedding into the bones.
Chen Yang lay flat on his back, his neck felt cold, he touched his head, his palms were covered in sweat.
You can’t make this kind of noise by chopping on the sand.
In the shed
Who was led out of the tent? Or was it that no one went out and it was the female ghost who was chopping bones
Recreate the scene of murder and chopping up the body
The magnetic field of the bathhouse was very strange. The noise was so loud, but Chen Yang could not smell any blood. In a sense, this tent seemed like another space.
Chen Yang's breathing suddenly stopped and the "clang clang" sound disappeared.
It was quiet outside.
Chen Yang began to count, and when he counted to more than nine thousand seconds, the deep darkness outside the tent was no longer thick, and light seeped out.
Less than three hours.
Chen Yang was in a very heavy mood. On the first dark night, he counted a lot of dumplings and sheep in the tent and fell into a drowsy sleep. Then there was the sound of digging sand. The sound lasted for a long time before a faint light appeared outside.
The second night was shortened.
The day and night of this bathing place are squeezing and deforming.
They must complete their mission and leave before it completely collapses.
After sunrise, everyone left the tent and determined the number of people first.
Nine people, all here, all fine.
In the bright sunset glow, everyone looked at each other, with exhausted faces, dark circles, bloodshot eyes, wrinkled clothes, and hair filled with the smell of sand and sweat.
The image is a mess.
Chen Yang pulled his dirty pajama sleeve up to his elbow, but it slipped down as his hands were not working properly, so he asked his partner for help.
He leaned on Jian's crutch, lowered his head, frowned, and rolled up his sleeves for him impatiently.
Chen Yang spoke under the gaze of several pairs of eyes: "You all heard the sound, right?"
The atmosphere around me changed immediately.
Chen Yang said: "At first I thought it was hard to exert force on the beach, so I thought it must have been chopped in the shed."
"Then I thought, the bathing place is not a normal bathing place, and the beach is certainly not an ordinary beach. Maybe it is in front of our tent..."
He Xiangrui's scream interrupted Chen Yang.
"Don't go into details, Mr. Chen, just stop here." He retched, his eyes were red and his face was blue.
Chen Yang didn't say anything else. He glanced at all the tents and the people around him had changed again.
I was unconscious while lying there.
Why does the position of the tent change
What is this hint...
A sigh came from behind, and the young man approached with a bag in his hand. "Coach He, your idea is totally wrong. What does it mean to stop at the right time? Are we holding a literary exchange meeting? The rest depends on intuition."
He Xiangrui's face turned blue and red.
"We need to talk and communicate." Wen Qing shook his head and smacked his lips, like an old father who was disappointed with his son. "Several people have died, and you still don't understand. Are you going to wait until you die and become a ghost, then tear out your intestines and cry out in regret?"
Everyone: “…”
Wen Qing waved the bag in his hand towards Zhao Yuan: "School Prince, set an example."
At last he smiled again: "Your brother is waiting."
Zhao Yuan and Chen Yang looked at each other, then he became serious and cleared his hoarse throat.
"It was a horrifying sound, and I felt like my skull was being chopped into pieces."
Zhao Yuan felt cold from head to toe: "There are not a single one of us missing, and no one has ever gone out, which means it must be the female ghost in the red skirt who did it."
He did not hesitate to throw out his own ideas: "Did the headless male ghost show us the way during the day, and we took the shovel, so the female ghost went berserk and chopped at his head?"
"Hmm... well..." Wen Qing touched his chin in thought, "It's possible."
Zhao Yuan: “…” Can you be a little more perfunctory
"The school hunk is always so serious." Wen Qing patted his shoulder and said seriously, "He's diligent in thinking and is good at thinking. He's a good kid."
Zhao Yuan stumbled, and he even rhymed? !
Wen Qing shook the big bag in his hand and turned it around in boredom: "No one else is offering opinions? There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. Even if they hear the same voice, their perceptions will be different."
Zhang Jinyang crossed his arms in front of him and pointed at Zhao Yuan with his fingers under his arms: "I agree with what he said."
Wen Qing suddenly realized something: "We are neighbors."
Zhang Jinyang didn't understand: "What?"
The hipster said, "I'm pretending to be cool, you're pretending to be cool, if this isn't what we're neighbors with, then what are we?"
Zhang Jinyang's face was dark.
Chen Yang's sleeves were not rolled up yet, and his partner was smoothing out the wrinkles. After a long time, he stopped him and said, "The fabric is full of sweat, it's limp and can't be smoothed out. Let's just leave it like this."
Chao Jian: "Don't bother me."
Chen looked up at the boy's chin with a layer of stubble. A day in the bathhouse is not really a day, and a night is not really a night. This has one advantage.
Only for teenagers.
Chen Yang always gave him a pill before sunset. The time interval between day and night was shortened, which was good for him.
"I stuffed paper in my ears." He Xiangrui sat on the ground and said this.
Zhao Yuan glared: "Did you stuff paper in it?"
He Xiangrui took out two small pieces of paper from his pocket and said, "I thought it was fine, but it didn't work. I can still hear it clearly. This is terrible."
"This is the mission world, not the real world." Zhao Yuan said, "You can't compare the real world with this world."
He Xiangrui also knew this truth, and he stuffed the paper ball in with the hope of getting lucky.
"The real world is better, there are no ghosts."
"Who said that? When someone dies, there will be ghosts. We just haven't seen any."
Zhao Yuan refuted He Xiangrui's point of view: "Anyone who has seen it must be scared to death."
Wen Qing said apologetically: "School Prince, I can't stand with you on this matter. I agree with Coach He."
Zhao Yuan heard the voice in disbelief and went to look at Wen Qing. Is this true? This guy doesn't look like a materialist no matter how you look at him. How could he agree with He Xiangrui's world view
Wen Qing smiled at Zhao Yuan evilly: "Want me to repeat it?"
Zhao Yuan crossed his hands and waved, No, thank you!
He Xiangrui climbed up by holding on to the sand: "I want to ask a question, are the ghosts in the mission world omnipotent?"
The others' attention was focused and they seemed to be concerned about this issue as well.
“No.”
Wen Qing flicked the coin and said, "Ghosts have their own rules. They can't do whatever they want. They kill people, do things, and everything is inseparable from our mission."
He leaned his head towards Chen Yang and said, "Isn't it, handsome guy?"
Chen Yang: “Yeah.”
The sleeves were finally rolled up.
Chen Yang just breathed a sigh of relief one second ago, and the next second one of his sleeves was let down by the boy and rolled up again.
"… "
After chatting for a while, Wen Qing went to the locker room as usual, and the others took their tools and dragged their heavy feet to dig out the right arm of the female corpse.
Fortunately, the previously dug hole was not filled, otherwise they would have to dig it again.
Chen Yang dug for a while and said he wanted to go to the toilet.
The photographer asked Chen Yang to pee on the beach instead of running back and forth, but he did so himself because it was convenient and easy.
Besides, we are all men, so there is no need to worry.
"No, my stomach hurts." Chen Yang said, thinking it might be his stomach. He rubbed that area with his hand and pulled Chao Jian to the men's restroom.
They had not walked far when two more people appeared behind them.
One is Zhang Jinyang. He is used to squatting once every morning. But when he came here, his rhythm was messed up. He wanted to take this opportunity to clear it up.
The other one is Feng Chu.
Four people entered the toilet, Zhang Jinyang was the only one squatting on the toilet, and the other three were at the urinal.
The order of the three is Chao Jian, Chen Yang, and Feng Chu.
As soon as he stood up, Chao Jian went to the other side of Chen Yang without saying a word, and the position became Chen Yang, Chao Jian, and Feng Chu.
Chen Yang pulled down his pajamas and glanced at Chao Jian who was motionless: "You don't want to pee?"
Chao Jian's tone was cold and violent: "Why do you care about me?"
Chen Yang was choked for no apparent reason. It seemed that he didn't drink much water and didn't have a strong urge to urinate. He whispered, "Don't force it. Tell me when you have it, and I'll come with you."
Feng Chu's voice rang out from the other side of Chao Jian: "Mr. Chen, aren't you having a stomachache? Why don't you go into the cubicle?"
"I didn't feel anything after I came in." Seeing that his palms and knees were wrapped in plastic bags, Chen Yang said, "It's not good for the wound to keep covering it in such a hot day. When you are not digging sand, you can untie the plastic bags."
Feng Chu didn't care much: "It's just a minor injury."
Chen Yang wanted to ask again, but Feng Chu said faster than him: "Mr. Chen, do you believe me?"
After a few seconds of pause, Chen Yang asked subtly, "Then you really didn't hear us shouting the night before last?"
Feng Chu lowered his eyes: "Yes."
"I fall into a deep sleep once I fall asleep, and I am not aware of any movement around me." He pursed his lips, "Mr. Chen, I'll tell you the truth, I didn't hear the banging sound you mentioned this morning last night."
Chen Yang stared at the boy across from Chao Jian, trying to judge the truth from the small details he saw.
"This is the first time I've heard of your situation."
Feng Chu smiled bitterly: "That's why no one believes it."
"And the wet sand. I know you all suspect I'm lying, but I really stepped on it in the shallows before sunset."
Chen Yang observed his expression: "You know the reason why everyone is suspicious."
"I know. Logically, the sand should be dry now."
Feng Chu frowned slightly: "I can't explain it. I don't even know why it's still wet."
"I can only say that I would not go out of the tent at night knowing that I cannot leave. I would not do that." He said softly, "I want to live. I haven't even finished my freshman year. My life has just begun."
Chen Yang was about to speak when the sound of flushing came from the cubicle, disrupting his thoughts.
“Wow—”
"Squeak"
The door of the cubicle was opened from the inside. Zhang Jinyang came out of the pit and went to the sink to wash his hands refreshed.
Realizing where he was, Zhang Jinyang stopped turning the faucet and decided to go out and wash with mineral water.
Chen Yang asked casually, "Mr. Zhang, did you drop your ID number in the toilet?"
Zhang Jinyang nervously touched his pocket. It was still there. He took out the white card and wiped it with his scarred hand: "This ghost thing is really creepy to look at."
"You'll get used to it if you try it more often." Chen Yang naturally followed up the topic and asked Feng Chu, "What about yours?"
Feng Chu adjusted the plastic bag on his palm and said, "I've put it away too."
Zhang Jinyang left the toilet, and Chen Yang took the opportunity to ask Feng Chu what his ID number was as he was the only person outside Qingcheng.
Same as you, seven figures, Feng Chu said.
seaside
Zhao Yuan was digging in the sand, and he had a hunch that he was about to dig up the right arm of the female corpse.
"We have to hurry. The locker sign may not be on the right arm. If it's not, we have to dig her left arm."
He Xiangrui said with dishevelled hair and a dirty face: "My brain knows I need to be quick, but my hands can't keep up."
Zhao Yuan looked at his muscular body and said, "You are so big."
He Xiangrui shoveled down: "I haven't slept for two days."
"The two days here aren't really two days. I only saw the top for one day." Zhao Yuan accidentally glimpsed something and was dumbfounded. "What?"
He Xiangrui looked in the direction he was going and looked at the sea: "It seems like there is someone..."
"Ah!" He Xiangrui screamed violently, "There really is a person, there is someone in the sea!
Qingfeng and the photographer stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look at the sea.
"How could there be someone here? Aren't we the only ones here?"
Zhao Yuan calmed himself and stood up. He walked a few steps toward the beach. When he saw something, his eyes widened. "Little Taoist priest?"
He Xiangrui dodged the breeze beside him, his expression filled with horror.
The same goes for photographers.
Qingfeng wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it, and his face looked very bad.
In the sea not far away, there was a person who looked exactly like Qingfeng struggling. No one knew when he appeared.
The photographer secretly looked behind Qingfeng, and He Xiangrui and Zhao Yuan also looked over there.
There is a shadow.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
He Xiangrui swallowed his saliva: "How can ghosts come out in the daytime?"
Zhao Yuan looked at the figure in the sea, and a dense layer of goose bumps appeared on his back: "New rules."
"Has the ability evolved?"
The photographer said: "He wants to lead us into the sea."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse cry came from the sea: "Help! Help... Help—"
"Qingfeng" was struggling constantly, waving his two arms around randomly.
He was pushed by the waves, farther and farther away from the shore.
"Depend on!"
Zhang Jinyang ran over and cursed, his face turning pale.
"You scared us." He Xiangrui complained and punched him in the chest.
Zhang Jinyang didn't bother with He Xiangrui. He stared at the situation in the sea with everyone else.
The people in the sea choked on the seawater.
"Help... cough... cough cough... help..."
"Help me! Help..."
The crying and frantic cries for help gradually weakened, the paddling of the hands became smaller and smaller, and the black head floating on the sea slowly sank.
Can't see it.
The sea returned to calm.
He Xiangrui felt a chill run down his spine: "It's just like the real thing..."
"yes."
Hearing a whisper in his ears, He Xiangrui subconsciously turned his head to look.
Qingfeng's neck drooped as if the bones were cut off, and his head turned swayingly.
The face was dark blue and the pupils were dilated.
ghost!
This is the ghost in disguise!
He Xiangrui didn't even utter a scream. His eyes rolled back and he fainted from fright.
Zhao Yuan dragged He Xiangrui up tremblingly, Zhang Jinyang held up the limp photographer, and the group ran like crazy.
When Chen Yang was trying to find out the key information from Feng Chu, he heard the extremely chaotic sound of "click, click" footsteps coming from far away, accompanied by Zhao Yuan's pig-slaughtering howl.
"Brother! Brother! Ghost! Ghost!"
Zhao Yuan pushed open the toilet door and came in. Before he could stand firmly, he left the unconscious He Xiangrui and rushed to Chen Yang, with big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Chen Yang asked, "What happened?"
His eyes turned to look at Zhang Jinyang and the photographer who came in closely behind.
One person is missing.
"Where's Qingfeng?"
The breathing sounds of Zhao Yuan, Zhang Jinyang and the photographer all stopped at the same time.
Chen Yang learned something from their expressions and looked at Zhao Yuan.
"Ghost... Qingfeng... Haili... dead..." Zhao Yuan said these few words intermittently, his teeth chattering, damn, he was almost scared to death.
There was nothing fishy about Xiaoyin Island's mission. This was the first time he had seen it.
Chen Yang wanted to ask the photographer, but a literary voice came from outside: "This is what happened."
The hipster walked in at a leisurely pace, his neat outfit forming a sharp contrast with the others.
When he is not digging sand, his face is white.
Wen Qing described the whole process.
Before Chen Yang could say anything, Zhao Yuan exploded: "How did you know?"
Wen Qing said, "I'm looking for food in the shed."
Zhao Yuan choked: "Then you also know that the one in the sea is..."
The other six people in the bathroom each had their own reactions.
He Xiangrui was still unconscious, Feng Chu was in grief and disbelief, Zhang Jinyang and the photographer were looking at Wen Qing, they were waiting for each other's answer.
Chao Jian stood beside Chen Yang with a crutch, and neither of them paid attention to Wen Qing.
One is indifferent, and the other knows that the hipster won’t be able to answer well.
As expected, Chen Yang heard Wen Qingxie say with a smile: "Does it matter whether you know it or not?"
"You look at me like this because you think that I know the one on the shore is fake and I should remind you to save the real one in the sea? You..."
Wen Qing glanced at Zhao Yuan, the photographer, Zhang Jinyang, who were involved in the accident, and He Xiangrui, who had woken up but dared not face reality, and paused for a moment with a playful look: "Save him?"
There was a depressing silence in the bathroom.
No one patted their chest and said with confidence, of course!
This is a mission world, they must protect themselves first and then help others.
The sea is very dangerous, and it is most likely a taboo. They dare not violate it and dare not go into the water.
Wen Qing is right.
Even though they knew that the one in the sea was Qingfeng, no one went to save him.
It can't be saved.
It will only make them feel guilty, powerless... and overwhelming despair in advance.
Zhao Yuan, who asked the question, kicked the door hard. Violence could not completely vent his anger. He squatted down with his head in his hands, and cried bitterly with a choked voice.
The noise startled He Xiangrui, who was pretending to be unconscious. He lay down and leaned against the wall. He didn't care about the fishy and dirty water on his sportswear and started crying with Zhao Yuan.
"Someone went out last night. That person was Qingfeng." Zhang Jinyang said calmly, and asked Chen Yang unconfidently, "Really?"
Chen Yang: “It should be.”
That morning it wasn't him.
Zhang Jinyang asked again: "Who was the first to leave the tent today?"
Seeing that he kept looking at Chao Jian, Wen Qing hummed and raised his hand: "Hey, here, I'm the second one."
Zhang Jinyang said: "Then when you come out..."
Wen Qing didn't wait for him to finish and gave the answer directly: "Qingfeng, he is outside."
Zhang Jinyang got the result and kept silent.
The ghost couldn't enter the tent at night, so it stayed outside, pretending to be the first one out.
He Xiangrui sobbed and said, "How can a ghost have a shadow?"
"Stupid, sunrise and sunset are all fake." Wen Qing clicked his tongue, "Why can't shadows be fake?"
He Xiangrui hugged himself in despair: "Not only can ghosts lure people out of the tent, they can also impersonate one of us. How can we tell the real from the fake?"
Wen Qing thought for a while and said seriously: "Feel it with your heart."
Everyone: “… ”
Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian outside, and He Xiangrui suddenly shouted in horror: "No!"
"Qingfeng can swim!"
He Xiangrui opened his eyes wide: "He can swim!"
Chen Yang suddenly stopped. Yes, on the first day he asked everyone if they could swim. Except for him and Chao Jian, everyone else said they could.
At a time like this, no one would lie to show off their wealth.
The breeze can swim.
"Why can't he swim up? It's not that deep there," He Xiangrui's facial muscles trembled, "The ghost is on the shore, not in the sea, so it's impossible for him to be dragged by the feet."
He Xiangrui reached out to grab Chen Yang, but a cold light struck him. He bent his big hand and used his left hand to grab his right hand: "The ghosts you mentioned can't hurt people casually. Even if there are other ghosts in the sea, they can't hurt him, right?"
Zhao Yuan, who was standing behind Chen Yang on the left, remembered something: "I know."
"What?"
"I know why he can't swim up."
Zhao Yuan buried his tearful face in his hands and said in a hoarse voice, "He has a fever, is sick, and is physically exhausted."
So he couldn't swim up.
He would drown in the ocean, in front of his teammates.
Everyone shuddered.
The ghost knew them all; it was always with them.
He Xiangrui burst into tears: "Was it a taboo to watch someone die without helping? Will I be the next one?"
The photographer was irritated by He Xiangrui's words. He said with an unpleasant expression: "We were all helpless."
Neither Zhang Jinyang nor Zhao Yuan spoke.
"Why are you making it so serious? If someone doesn't know, they would think you are going to the execution ground."
Wen Qing touched the back of Shuntie's head and said, "That's not a taboo. The moment the young Taoist priest left the tent, he was doomed to die. Maybe he had already died when he was asking for help in the sea. It's just another death."
"The ghost arranged it that way so that we can face the ugliness and darkness in our hearts, and look directly at human nature and evil tastes."
"It's an old trick of the rules."
After Wen Qing's words, the atmosphere not only did not relax, but became even more depressing.
Chen Yang said, "Everyone, get out."
He Xiangrui didn't dare: "The ghost is still outside, can we not go out?"
Chen Yang didn't do the communication work, Wen Qing did it for him: "The whole bathhouse is the territory of that evil spirit, where can you hide?"
He Xiangrui was blocked completely.
Chen Yang's thoughts were divided into two parts, one part revolved around the progress of the mission, and the other part was related to Feng Chu.
"Limao, why don't you stop him? Is this the time to be distracted? No, you can't do two things at once, it's a taboo." Wen Qing ran to Chao Jian and said with a pout like an old lady.
Chao Jian turned a deaf ear to it.
Wen Qing said: "Indulgence, pampering, I understand."
He waved the cane in Jian's hand and Wen Qing immediately moved ten feet away.
Chen Yang didn't notice what was going on between the two of them, and didn't bother to care. He just asked Wen Qing to come over: "You said you saw a woman opening a cabinet, and the sign was on her hand. It was her right hand, right?"
Wen Qing shook his head and sighed: "Handsome guy, why do you only remember to ask me now?"
Chen Yang's mouth twitched. Can't he just say it himself? His brain capacity is limited, so he can't take care of everything.
Forget it, this guy is just playing games and is not on the same side as them.
"Is it?" Chen Yang stared at Wen Qing and prayed in his heart that it must be the right hand, otherwise they would have to dig out the left arm.
Wen Qing smiled: "Yes."
Chen Yang said to the others who were standing nearby: "You heard it too, hurry up and dig."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qing slipped away.
"Why does he always act alone?" He Xiangrui asked puzzledly, "Shouldn't he be with everyone else? It's so scary to be alone."
"People are different." Zhao Yuan summed up all his thoughts in five words.
Chen Yang was hanging at the end of the team. He whispered to Chao Jian, "Do you think I'm wasting my energy by asking about Feng Chu?"
"Feng Chu is not only involved in the entire mission background, but there are also two unreasonable places in this mission. I haven't found the flaws yet. I will observe it more."
A thought popped into Chen Yang's mind, and he couldn't move his feet: "Did he die the night before?"
When Chao Jian saw Chen Yang stop, he put down the crutch he had raised.
Chen Yang looked at Feng Chu in the crowd and said to himself, "If this is the case, then the unreasonableness of Feng Chu in this mission can be explained."
That night, not only Zhong Ming, but Feng Chu was also led out of the tent by the ghost. He went to the shallows, his feet got wet with sand, and then he returned to the tent.
He was already dead at that time, but he didn't know it.
Chen Yang waited for a long time without receiving a response from his partner. He shifted his gaze from Feng Chu's back to the other's profile.
Chao Jian: “No.”
Chen Yang was confused: "No?"
Isn't it? Chen Yang's gaze returned to Feng Chu again.
Layer upon layer of waves surged up, hit the sand beside the shallows, and then retreated back into the sea.
Under the scorching sun, everything was shrouded in a golden halo.
The scenery is really beautiful, and people who stay here are really going crazy.
The group was tired from digging and took a short break to replenish water and food.
Chen Yang took the water Chao Jian opened for him and drank half of it. He wiped the water stains on his chin and suddenly asked out of nowhere, "How long will it take for a drowned body to float up?"
"uncertain."
Zhao Yuan had been to this knowledge area before, and he actively answered Chen Yang's question: "People who drown sink first and then float. The length of that period depends on the temperature and the individual's physical condition. In reality, it is usually within a week."
Chen Yang said: "It's too fast here..."
"What's too fast?"
Chen Yang pointed behind himself.
Zhao Yuan and others knew what was going on and couldn't help but look over.
There was a dead body floating on the sea.
It's the breeze.
His chest turned upward, grew larger, and turned whiter.
It looks like it has been soaked for a long time.
Everyone felt a little suffocated.
He Xiangrui said tremblingly: "No, no, it's not going to float up, is it?"
Zhang Jinyang cursed: "Don't look at it!"
"Stop looking, stop looking, let's dig the sand. Dig quickly. We can go back after we find clues and complete the mission." He Xiangrui grabbed the shovel with shaking hands and started digging randomly.
Chen Yang kept an eye on the floating corpse on the sea from time to time and found that it was drifting away.
Can't see it.
Chen Yang's tense back finally recovered. He asked Chao Jian for a milk slice, relying on the milk taste to feel what it was like to be alive.
The photographer diagonally opposite was eating dried tofu. When he came in, he was carrying a large camouflage travel bag, which contained enough food.
The dried tofu smelled delicious, but no one asked him for it because they simply didn't have the appetite or the desire to eat it.
The photographer himself was also numb while eating. He quickly nibbled off a piece and handed the rest to Chen Yang. The other party could suck on a piece of milk for a long time and his mentality was better than theirs.
Chen Yang took a look at the tofu with thick sauce and didn't want to eat it very much, so he asked Chao Jian if he wanted to eat it.
Chao Jian: “No.”
Chen Yang then turned down the photographer: "We don't want to eat, thank you."
Photographers are not surprised.
They dug out the right arm of the female corpse. There was an obvious cut on the skeleton and there was an object next to that part. It was exactly what they were looking for.
The rubber band has melted away, leaving only a thumb-sized sign.
He Xiangrui said: "This thing has been buried in the sand until now, can it still be swept out?"
"Brother, didn't I tell you not to apply common sense from the real world to the mission world?" Zhao Yuan rubbed his sore arms and legs and patted the sand off the back of Chen Yang's clothes. "Brother, are we going to the locker room now?"
"Let's go now." Chen Yang grabbed Chao Jian and stood up.
The group of people dropped sand as they walked and entered the women's locker room as quickly as possible.
Wen Qing squatted on the bench, holding his chin with both hands, like a good child, staring at Chen Yang without blinking... at the small sign in his hand.
The locker room was quiet.
Everyone can hear their own heartbeat and breathing.
Chen Yang hooked Chao Jian's crutch with the little finger of his right hand and held the small sign of 335 in his left hand. He walked slowly to the machine in the middle of the locker and shook the small sign.
"despair"
The cabinet door opened.