“Wow—”
A large amount of water gushed out of the cabinet.
No one expected this situation. There was too much water and it came so suddenly that everyone standing nearby was affected.
Especially the hipster who was squatting on the bench, facing the cabinet door.
He received it with his face.
The water flow was fierce and fast, scraping up like a knife. Wen Qing's face hurt, but he was not unhappy at all. Instead, he was very excited.
"It turned out to be water inside. It was unexpected. It was really unexpected."
Chen Yang didn't expect that, he thought there would be a female corpse in the closet...
"Head...head..."
He Xiangrui's scream was heard in the chaos.
"Where?"
"Where's the head?"
The reactions of the crowd were at two extremes, some were excited, some were panicked.
"Hair!" He Xiangrui took a deep breath and finished his words tremblingly, "There's hair in the water!"
Everyone:"… "
Chen Yang looked at the water still pouring out of the cabinet, then looked at the messy ground. There were indeed strands of hair in the water, like algae.
Floating one by one.
"Go out first!" Chen Yang carried Chao Jian on his back and raised his voice to remind everyone who were stunned.
In a blink of an eye, Wen Qing was the only one left in the locker room. The water had already reached his ankles, and his trouser legs and shoes were wet.
He walked in the water, occasionally making scooping movements with his hands.
Soon, Wen Qing had a handful of hair in his hand, and he picked it up to take a look.
"Tick-Tock"
Drops of water fell from the ends of her hair, dripped into the water, and created a small splash.
"The hair quality is good." Wen Qing smacked his lips, threw away the hair in his hand, walked to the cabinet and reached in.
The smooth touch wraps around your fingertips.
Wen Qing touched it and twisted it a few times with his fingertips. He took his hand out and closed the cabinet door with a snap.
The water is gone.
Wen Qing straightened his wet bangs, walked out of the locker room, and stopped in front of Chen Yang and Chao Jian, leaving a trail of wet footprints.
"Oh, you almost scared me to death."
Wen Qing squatted down, and as he said this, he stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of water from the corner of his mouth.
Chen Yang, who was taking off his diving shoes: "..."
He glanced at the women's locker room where not a drop of water had flowed out, and asked Wen Qing: "Did you close the locker door?"
Wen Qing showed an extremely exaggerated shock: "How did you know?"
Chen Yang ignored Wen Qing's exaggerated acting skills and threw the small sign over: "Scan the code again to open it and take a look."
"No need for that." Wen Qing played with the small sign, "Close it and then open it again. There must be nothing inside. If you don't believe me, ask Li Mao."
Chen Yang tilted his head towards Jian.
Chao Jian had hair stuck to one of his crutch, and he was using the other one to comb it out. He was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk.
Chen Yang used his foot to rub the hair off: "Okay, it's gone."
The air pressure around Chao Jian rose slightly.
Chen Yang put his wrinkled feet in the sun to dry. He wanted to ask, "Why is there water and hair in the cabinet?" but the photographer asked before he could.
"What I'm thinking is that the little notebook with the female corpse in the cabinet is not just one page, but a whole book. There will be the background of the mission on it."
After asking, the photographer gave his own analysis: "Or it could be the head of one of us..."
As he said this, he scratched his beard and glanced secretly at Feng Chu.
This look revealed the photographer's true thoughts. He thought that after the cabinet was opened, Feng Chu's head would be seen.
It's a terrifying, yet reasonable trend.
However, that was not the case.
As if sensing something, Feng Chu raised his head an inch.
The photographer immediately withdrew his gaze. He was just thinking that he had withdrawn quickly and did not make the situation awkward when he heard a leisurely voice: "Just say it was him."
Wen Qing pointed at Feng Chu.
"… "
The photographer was so embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed in public that he glared at the young man in frustration: "What nonsense are you talking about? That's not what I meant!"
"Oh, isn't it?" Wen Qing blinked, "I saw you kept glancing at him, so I thought... Sorry, sorry, I was just talking nonsense."
After that, he said to Feng Chu: "Don't misunderstand the photographer brother. He didn't doubt that your head and neck were separated. Now you are a corpse with a seam on your neck."
The photographer looked at Wen Qing in disbelief. How come this person knew what he was thinking
Like there's nowhere to hide.
The young man unwrapped the gum and said innocently, "Brother, why are you looking at me? Look at what you want to look at."
The photographer subconsciously looked at Feng Chu.
After he realized it, it was too late for him to cover up.
Feng Chu didn't explain, he just unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and pulled it down, revealing a smooth neck.
No cracks.
At this point, the atmosphere has become very awkward, so it doesn't matter if there's a little more.
Zhang Jinyang pretended to touch Feng Chu accidentally, and pressed the back of his neck in a hurry.
There is temperature, hot, and a little wet with sweat.
Zhang Jinyang's eyes said it all.
The chill in the air disappeared at this moment, as if it had never appeared.
The photographer's face turned purple. He looked at Feng Chu who was adjusting his collar and wanted to say something to clarify things for himself, but he felt it was not necessary.
Let it be a misunderstanding.
He was not friends with this boy who was much younger than him, and even if he returned alive, he would never see him again.
Chen Yang took in the changes in everyone's expressions and continued with the photographer's topic.
"What do you think?"
The photographer was the first to express his opinion. He said everything that should and shouldn't be said. At this moment, he was just a listener.
He Xiangrui said he couldn't think of anything.
There were two big words written on Zhang Jinyang's face: Same as above.
He is really not good at guessing riddles and solving puzzles. He is a rough guy and cannot be delicate.
Chen Yang's eyes stayed on Feng Chu for a few seconds, and he asked him if he had anything to say.
Feng Chu was stunned for a moment, and then he was sure that Chen Yang was asking him. He spoke carefully, "This must be a very important clue."
Chen Yang: “Yeah.”
Feng Chu hesitated and said, "With so much water and hair... could she have drowned?"
"Drowned first, then dismembered?"
Zhao Yuan, who was in a daze, suddenly realized: "It's possible! Then has the water in the locker room turned red now?"
"Maybe." Wen Qing said while chewing gum, "School Prince, let's go and take a look."
No! I don't want to! I don't want to go with you. Zhao Yuan resisted and hid behind Chen Yang. Wen Qing hooked his hand and dragged him away forcefully.
All the water in the women's locker room rushed into the sewer, leaving only the wet floor, empty and cold.
Zhao Yuan clung to Wen Qing in a sissy way. He was a head taller than the other and could not block his view at all.
"Where's the hair?"
Wen Qing said: "It's at the entrance of the sewer, it's all clumsy."
Zhao Yuan silently chanted the name of Guanyin Tathagata Buddha. He wanted to chant it in his heart, but it turned out to be a sound.
In the silent locker room, the boy recited all the gods he knew, without repeating himself.
The corners of Wen Qing's mouth twitched a few times. He ignored the two hands holding his shoulders tightly, walked around the locker room like he was strolling in a park, and sighed: "The bench is all wet, I can't lie down."
Zhao Yuan: “…”
Chen Yang asked him to pay attention to this person. He wanted to do so, but the problem was that he didn't have much chance.
The enemy did not follow the main force during the day and stayed in their tents at night, so it was impossible to observe anything.
Zhao Yuan lowered his head unconsciously, and his nose touched Wen Qing's hair. There was no sour smell or sweat smell.
He blurted out: "You came here to wash your hair?"
The back of Wen Qing's hair is dry, and the bangs in front are wet, close to his forehead: "Three-year-old children will wash their hair while taking a bath."
Zhao Yuan hesitated and said: "Brother Wen..."
"Stop." Wen Qing interrupted him, "If you call me that, then Chen Yang and I are not of the same generation, are we?"
"That's not right. I'm obviously younger than him. You have to call me little brother."
Zhao Yuan complained in his heart, but he changed his words timidly: "Brother Wen."
Hipster: “Hmm.”
Zhao Yuan looked around the locker room and felt that it was filled with chilly winds. He lowered his voice and said, "I've always wanted to ask you, do you have any tricks to be so fearless of ghosts?"
"Pah" Wen Qing blew a big white bubble: "Your face is ugly, ghosts are afraid of it."
Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Wen Qing turned his head and signaled Zhao Yuan to bend down. He leaned close to his ear mysteriously, laughed playfully, and said, "Because people are scarier, Lucky guy."
Zhao Yuan looked confused. How come I became a lucky guy again
Wen Qing shook his head in boredom. The fact that he could ask that question meant that he had never met anyone scarier than a ghost. Wasn't that lucky
The women's locker room was wet, so Wen Qing had to move to another place. He hesitated between several sheds and the men's locker room, and finally made a decision by tossing a coin.
The coin helped him choose the men's locker room.
The hipster likes to stay in cool places. Besides being afraid of boredom, he is also afraid of heat and sun exposure.
Zhao Yuan saw Wen Qing lying down on a bench in the men's locker room. He stood there for a while like an idiot before leaving.
In the mission world, unless it involves a life-and-death fight involving killing one person, the use of force is unlikely.
It depends mainly on brain power, followed by physical strength.
Most people would not argue with an eccentric like Wen Qing.
Let him do whatever he wants.
As long as you don't form a team.
Even if he wants to do it, there are not many people who can detect it and stop him.
Zhao Yuan looked at his teammates on the beach. He realized that force was really useless. For example, Zhang Jinyang only had fists and feet but no opponent.
So is He Xiangrui.
The two men have such amazing physiques, their abdominal muscles, pectoral muscles and other muscles are very strong, but they can only become the top two in labor output by digging sand.
As for the photographer, his physical and mental strength are within the range of ordinary people. Feng Chu is considered the smartest one among the newcomers.
He was the first one to find the clue to the puzzle, and most of the credit goes to him for putting the puzzle together.
Even if Feng Chu still had doubts, it could not be denied that he had moved the progress bar of this task twice.
Zhao Yuan clenched his fists. He was an old man, and he had to find a way to improve his physical and mental strength. He had to do his best.
Be determined!
"Bang!"
Zhao Yuan fell flat on his face.
Chen Yang was talking to Chao Jian. He raised his head when he heard the noise: "... Zhao Yuan, what are you doing?"
Zhao Yuan blushed and said, "Nothing!"
"Why are you still blushing?" Chen Yang muttered, and turned his face to Chao Jian again, "What were we talking about just now?"
Chao Jian: "Say you're annoying."
"Don't make trouble..." Chen Yang smelled the restless breath from the boy, and he changed the subject, "Okay, you can make trouble as you like."
I'm talking about mine.
Chen Yang added in his mind and then muttered to himself: "What do the water and hair in the cabinet represent?"
"I don't think it's a reminder to us that the woman was drowned."
Chen Yang said: "If he really drowned, why did they fish him out and dismember him? They could have just thrown him back into the sea."
Back to the deadlock again.
Chen Yang couldn't understand why the body was dismembered in the bathhouse. It was very unreasonable and illogical.
How can burying the body in the sand by the sea be considered a way to destroy all traces
Chen Yang thought back to the corpse pieces on the puzzle. Could it be some kind of formation? He denied it.
There was no pattern to where the body parts were buried; they were just buried randomly.
It seemed like it was just to bury them separately.
Chen Yang was thinking too much, it was a mess and he felt dizzy.
"Should I draw lines around the places where the bodies were buried, like they did in Laoji Village, to see if there are any intersections?"
Chao Jian said, "No, no need to draw."
Chen Yang glanced at his partner, who finally said something.
If there is no intersection, then one possibility is eliminated.
Chen Yang rubbed Chao Jian's crutch, and the cool touch was soon covered by his hot sweat. His eyes moved to the shovel in the big bag, and the headless male ghost who provided them with the clue emerged in his mind.
It is not certain whether the other party is another party involved in this murder case or the previous batch of taskers.
Feng Chu walked over and said, "Mr. Chen, are we still going to dig up the remains of the female corpse today?"
Chen Yang's thoughts were cut off and could not be connected. He said, "We need to dig."
The female corpse was cut into fifteen pieces, and except for the head, the other fourteen pieces were intact.
Only two pieces have been dug out so far, one is the right hand and the other is the right forearm.
Everyone dug out the female corpse's right upper arm in order.
I will try to collect her entire right arm before sunset, then her left arm, and then various parts of her legs...
The two bones that were dug out were placed in a bag, together with a shovel, a small sign, puzzle pieces, and a small notebook.
That was all they got.
All the clues found so far have been solved one by one, and they need to find new ones, such as collecting the seven remaining pieces of the puzzle.
Zhao Yuan was thinking of mobilizing manpower: "We don't have to dig up all the stumps."
"Brother, well, go find the puzzle pieces."
Zhao Yuan watched him struggling to dig the sand with his left hand and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
Chen Yang stopped digging in the sand and asked, "I'll go find it?"
Zhao Yuan said, "Yes, go ahead."
He Xiangrui, Zhang Jinyang and the photographer all agreed.
Once Chen Yang leaves, the boy with crutches will also be able to leave. That would be really great.
Both of them were injured. So far, their contribution to the sand excavation project has been negligible and they are dispensable.
Let them take care of the brainpower.
Feng Chu did not express any opinion. The abrasions on both his hands were in the middle of the wrist bones and metacarpal bones, which did not affect his grip on the shovel. The wound on his knee did not seem to cause much inconvenience. His physical output was much stronger than Chen Yang's, and they were not on the same level.
Chen Yang saw what everyone was thinking. He put down the shovel, raised his fingers and patted his palms to shake off the soft sand stuck on them: "Okay, I'll go find the fragments."
He borrowed Zhao Yuan's cell phone and pointed to the big bag on the ground: "Watch it."
Zhao Yuan made an "OK" gesture to Chen Yang. It's here.
Chen Yang stood up, shaking off the sand on his body. His partner was still sitting on the ground. He asked suspiciously, "You're not coming with me?"
Others looked over as well.
Among them, He Xiangrui and Zhao Yuan were the type who showed their emotions openly, their eyes were full of pleading and fear.
Really? Let's go together, okay? Don't stay, don't stay!
Chen Yang didn't notice everyone's gaze. He looked at the boy's chestnut hair and asked again.
Chao Jian had no expression.
Chen Yangfu was inspired and bent down to pull him.
All the lockers in the two locker rooms were opened, and Chen Yang also found a lot of puzzle pieces from them.
The remaining seven pieces will not be there.
Chen Yang looked around the entire bathhouse. This was not the beginning of the mission, but his mental and physical conditions had become much worse and were still deteriorating.
Don't just search aimlessly.
Chen Yang was so sunburned that he couldn't open his eyes. He blocked the sun with his hands, and a shadow fell on his tanned face: "Is there any place we haven't been to?"
Chao Jian: “Yes.”
Chen Yang wanted to ask "where", but the words were bitten to death on his tongue. This had become his habitual action.
When solving a problem, you cannot ask for the answer directly and your partner will not give it to you.
Where is it? Chen Yang supported his forehead with both hands and walked around in circles.
One lap, two laps, three laps, four laps...
Chao Jian was dizzy and knocked him with his cane: "Stand still."
Chen Yang didn't move. He looked straight at Chao Jian without blinking, and there was no emotion in his eyes, just like a stuck machine.
To put it bluntly, it means being distracted.
He reached out to Jian, grabbed Chen Yang's arm, and turned him to the side: "You'd better turn around."
Chen Yang, who had turned his back, suddenly looked back: "I know where it is!"
It's the women's restroom.
The taskers in this mission are all men, and no one has ever been there.
This was the first time for Chen Yang to enter a women’s restroom since he was a child. He did not feel curious or awkward, but simply treated it as a mission scene.
There is no urinal in the women's restroom, but everything else is the same as the men's restroom.
Chen Yang cautiously pulled Chao Jian to stand there, holding his breath and looking inside.
There is a small dressing table at the entrance.
Around the turn are two rows of cubicles.
The doors were all closed, with a gap at the top and bottom, so if someone outside lay down a little, they could see inside.
Chen Yang's Adam's apple moved. In the ghost stories he had read, the women's restroom was the most unfriendly place. His Adam's apple moved, and he said with difficulty: "Then I will start looking."
"Da" "Da"
Chao Jian walked in with a crutch and stopped at the wall opposite two rows of cubicles. This position allowed Chen Yang to see him clearly.
“Think of this as an escape room.”
Chen Yang was stunned: "Okay."
The women's restroom is a secret room and the puzzle pieces are the keys. These two words are very familiar to Chen Yang recently. They are deeply ingrained in his mind and his nervousness is relieved a little.
Chen Yang walked to a cubicle and knocked on the door. He mouthed to Chao Jian, "This is what I learned from horror movies. Be polite."
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang took two deep breaths and slowly pushed open the door.
A cold and empty smell hit him in the face. He looked over with trepidation. The squat toilet and the trash can were empty, with a tissue box hanging next to them.
There are lots of small advertisements on the doors and walls, old and new, stacked up layer upon layer.
Chen Yang didn't have time to check them one by one, nor could he tell whether they were useful or not. He took out Zhao Yuan's mobile phone, poked the camera mode with his fingertips, and took pictures of all the advertisements.
Zhao Yuan's cell phone is running out of battery.
Chen Yang didn't dare keep it on all the time, so he turned it off after taking the photo.
I don’t know if it was because he followed the etiquette, but Chen Yang pushed open the doors of the compartments one by one and didn’t encounter any supernatural events.
The only time was when I scared myself.
The last room is the utility room, which has three mops, rags, brushes, a large iron paper towel box, a trash can covered with a black plastic bag, and a sink. It is rather simple.
Chen Yang searched many places.
He looked for everything his eyes caught.
The air dryer, the paper tray, the wooden bars above the compartment, the empty trash can, the mop, the bottom of the sink...
Nothing was found.
Chen Yang wanted to talk to Chao Jian, but he was suddenly confronted by a large mirror behind him.
He looked over and saw himself inside looking at him.
The two looked at each other, and Chen Yang felt a chill on the back of his head. He turned his eyes away and said, "If this was a room escape game, I would be lying dead right now."
As he said this, he went to look for the dried incense in the vase by the sink.
Chen Yang leaned over to the sink, put his left hand under the faucet, and water rushed out with a "splash".
The water flowed down smoothly without anything blocking it.
Chen Yang said nothing, just looked at Chao Jian.
Chao Jian seemed to be annoyed by his gaze and uttered a few words: "Did you search the water tank?"
Chen Yang paused for a moment and forgot about it.
The bathhouse was well equipped, and he subconsciously treated the water tank as hidden, automatically shielding it when he entered the cubicle.
Blindness is indeed a common problem in escape room games.
Chen Yang began to remove the water tank covers one by one. When he removed the third one, he found a piece of the puzzle inside.
But his surprise froze before it could unfold.
"White."
Chen Yang held the fragment and turned it upside down, but there was nothing on it.
"Isn't this what we want?"
Chen Yang asked Chao Jian with a hopeful mentality.
Chao Jian asked Chen Yang to bring Zhao Yuan's mobile phone over. He turned it on, found the photo of the puzzle, enlarged it, swiped his fingertips, and tapped on a certain place.
"here."
Chen Yang wiped the water off the fragments and carefully placed them on the screen, exactly where Chao Jian had pointed.
This pure white fragment turned out to be one of the seven pieces they were looking for.
Are there any items of this color in the bathhouse
A storm blew up in Chen Yang's memory, but he did not find the corresponding fragment.
There is nothing pure white here...
Chao Jian turned off his phone and said, "Look for it again."
Chen Yang looked at him.
Chao Jian hit him on the forehead with the back of her hand holding the phone, not too hard: "Don't look at me, look at the bathroom, and think about what else you've overlooked."
"I told you everything when you played the escape room. Figure it out yourself."
Chen Yang pulled his attention back to the pure white fragment, calmed himself down and continued searching.
A moment later, Chen Yang found the second piece of debris in the water tank in another compartment.
Still pure white.
A very bad premonition came over him, and Chen Yang speeded up his search while hoping that it was not what he thought.
On the beach, Zhao Yuan and his five companions were digging sand.
Zhang Jinyang and the photographer were working silently. They showed their impatience to "dig out the right arm of the female corpse as soon as possible". Zhao Yuan couldn't help chatting with the other two.
Feng Chu was alive, which reduced their suspicion a lot and the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
Zhao Yuan said: "Feng Chu, I think I should know why you did that night... Bah!"
He was just opening his mouth to speak when He Xiangrui swung a shovel of sand, and a small portion of it was blown into his mouth by the wind. He was so angry that he cursed, "Fuck, what are you doing?"
He Xiangrui winked at Zhao Yuan and asked, "Why are you bringing this up?"
If we don't mention it, the seeds of doubt won't be eradicated. The team can't be united in the first place, and with this, it's even more impossible to get things done. Zhao Yuan made a few "Pooh" sounds before continuing.
"In fact, you were possessed that night. You didn't know we called you, nor did you know that you had left the tent, stepped on the shallows, and brought wet sand into the tent."
He Xiangrui's eyes rolled, this was his first reaction at the time.
But if that's true, there's a problem.
"According to what you said, why didn't the female ghost kill him?"
Feng Chu was right next to them, but He Xiangrui walked past him and looked at Zhao Yuan to ask a question.
Zhao Yuan said to Feng Chu: "Because the female ghost has taken a fancy to you."
He Xiangrui and Zhang Jinyang who were eavesdropping on the photographer said: "..."
Zhao Yuan looked at Feng Chu's pretty face and said with a reasonable look: "It likes looks, and likes yours."
Feng Chu gave him a speechless look.
Ever since he confirmed that Feng Chu was alive, Zhao Yuan had come up with this idea, and he had a strong sense of conviction.
Otherwise he would be entangled again.
The photographer's shovel stuck in the sand paused, and his nose, which was oozing with oil and sweat, twitched as he smelled something.
It's like the meat you bought went bad when you took it out of the bag.
The photographer tilted the shovel upwards and scooped up a shovel of sand. The next second, he suddenly threw the shovel away, staggered to his feet, moved away from the sand pit, and pointed at Feng Chu.
"He's a ghost!"
He Xiangrui shook the shovel and threw sand in Zhao Yuan's face. He didn't care to look at the other person's expression and stammered, "No, isn't it?"
"Zhang Jinyang, Zhang Jinyang you, you..."
He Xiangrui looked at Zhang Jinyang, whom he had examined personally.
"I'm not retarded."
Zhang Jinyang's thick eyebrows twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川". He put down the shovel and looked between the photographer and Feng Chu: "Brother, I don't understand what's wrong with you."
The photographer stared with dry eyes and shouted uncontrollably: "His wounds are all rotten!"
Feng Chu's pale face was filled with astonishment: "No, I didn't..."
The photographer couldn't smell it again, and he suspected that he was having an illusion. No, it was definitely not an illusion. He rushed over and tore off the plastic bag on Feng Chu's left hand.
"Look, look! It's all rotten!"
Zhao Yuan and the other two were initially caught off guard by the photographer's actions, and then looked weird.
The photographer was confused by their expressions and he looked at Feng Chu's left hand.
There is no rot, just an ordinary wound.
Is it really an illusion
The photographer's expression became dazed, and the next moment his pupils suddenly shrank. He smelled it again, he smelled it again, it was not an illusion! Without thinking, he pushed Feng Chu away.
The scratch on Feng Chu's left hand hit the sand hard, and he screamed in pain.
Zhao Yuan quickly pulled him up and looked at the photographer with a dark face: "What are you doing? You made a mistake and instead of apologizing, you started fighting."
The photographer had gone crazy. He madly tore off the plastic bag on Feng Chu's right hand and then pulled the one on his knee.
All gone.
Several wounds were exposed to the sun.
The scrape on my right hand is more serious than that on my left, and there is a slight infection on my knee.
None of it is rotten, none of it.
how so
The photographer's madness was replaced by confusion, and a strange smell mixed with his breath, drilling into his lungs. In order to gain the trust of his teammates, he tried his best not to look like a madman.
"Don't you smell it?"
His sense of smell is slightly more sensitive than that of ordinary people, but now the smell is strong and other people should be able to smell it.
In the eyes of several people, the photographer's actions were really crazy, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. They were all observing him warily and did not hear clearly what he said.
“Stink.”
The photographer's voice was a little off. He said, "The smell of rot."
Zhang Jinyang wanted to scold him for having a problem with his sense of smell, but the words couldn't come out of his mouth because he could smell it.
Everyone else's expression changed drastically.
The sea breeze was strong, the air was flowing, and they all had that smell on them.
Not sure where the source is.
There's nothing wrong with Feng Chu's wound, it's not him.
But the stench is still there.
"It must be the right arm of the female corpse." Zhao Yuan pointed at the fine sand with his shovel. "It's right underneath, floating out."
Zhang Jinyang said: "When we dug out those two pieces a few days ago, there was no odor."
"That doesn't mean it doesn't exist." Zhao Yuan said so weakly.
The smell didn't come from the sand, but floated on the surface. When blown by the sea breeze, it seeped into the pores of several of them continuously.
"Is it a dead fish?" Zhao Yuan looked towards the sea, "Or some other sea creature."
"It's possible."
He Xiangrui agreed, saying, "Living things are just like humans, the smell of decay is no different."
“Like this bug.”
He picked up a small insect and said, "It smells like a rotten corpse."
Then he strangled it to death and threw it away.