ID No. 019

Chapter 65: The beach welcomes you

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He Xiangrui is dead.

When Chen Yang saw him, he was lying on the sand with several worms crawling on his face.

In the second mission, the ghost kid at the train station opened his mouth wide to Chen Yang, and there were wriggling worms inside. It was like this.

Chen Yang saw a bug running out of He Xiangrui's ear. He reflexively used his little finger to pick his ear and felt itchy inside.

The insect was very fat and crawled slowly all the way to He Xiangrui's neck. It arched its head and burrowed into his dark flesh, then crawled out again. Its body was sticky and full of a rotten, fishy smell.

"vomit-"

Zhao Yuan, who had just finished vomiting, started vomiting again. As a heavy-taste movie fan, he claimed many times that there were too many bad movies and that movies about corpse worms were nothing new. His miserable state was really a slap in the face.

But no matter how disgusting the movie is, it is fake.

Bugs, slippery things, opposite sex and the like are all props and special effects.

Now it's real.

A real corpse, real corpse worms.

The stench is not felt through the screen, but directly hits you.

Zhao Yuan vomited so hard that his stomach was broken. He vomited out all the seaweed he had eaten in the morning. It felt like someone was taking a knife and scraping his stomach with the back of the knife.

It hurts so much, it's better to use a knife to kill him directly.

The photographer slumped on the ground, his thick beard covered with vomit, and the smell of dried tofu mixed with gastric juice was a bit pungent.

Although Zhang Jinyang and Feng Chu did not vomit, their complexion did not look much better.

Chen Yang observed the status of these four people and asked Zhang Jinyang, who was barely in a better condition, "What did He Xiangrui do before he died, where did he go, and what did he say?"

Zhang Jinyang bent his legs, propped up his elbows, and clasped his scarred hands against his forehead: "We didn't go anywhere, we just dug sand. We were always together, he never left, and he talked... nothing, just chatting casually. It was mainly Zhao Yuan who talked, he didn't say much, we didn't know when he died..."

"I know."

A voice interrupted, it was the photographer, he wiped his face: "That's when I smelled that."

“That’s when he started to rot,” the photographer said.

After listening to the information revealed by the photographer, Chen Yang learned some details from Zhao Yuan and Feng Chu. He turned his head to look at Chao Jian who was silent, and spoke to other people.

"I infer that He Xiangrui violated a taboo related to his ears."

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but look at the corresponding part of the corpse. Bugs kept pouring out of the blocked ear hole, blocking the cochlea. He vomited acid water a few times, and the next second he widened his eyes and shouted: "I know!"

"This, this, this," Zhao Yuan pointed at the paper ball that He Xiangrui took out of his ear and repeated, "This is it, this is it, this is it!"

Seeing that the boy had lost his mind, Chen Yang whispered, "Calm down."

These words had a certain soothing effect. Zhao Yuan's chest, which had been heaving violently, slowly calmed down. He moved closer and closer to Chen Yang, and then, forced by the desire to survive, he stepped back a little.

Zhao Yuan was like a poor little kid who wanted to be touched and hugged by his father but was afraid that his father would be angry. He adjusted the distance several times and his feet made a mess of the sand.

"He Xiangrui..." Zhao Yuan stood in front of Chen Yang, three or five steps away. He exhaled slowly and said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too low, "He Xiangrui stuffed paper balls into his ears before he went to sleep last night. Those are the two balls on the ground."

Chen Yang's eyes fell on the ball of paper, which was stained with some rotten meat and was being gnawed by small insects. He was extremely glad that he was only afraid of ghosts and not corpses.

Whether it is a normal death or a bloody and heavy death, he can face it.

At most, some people will feel disgusted.

No matter how horrific the corpse looked, it would not make him stand on the verge of fainting as if he had seen a ghost.

Otherwise he's done.

Chen Yang kicked, and fine sand flew up and covered a ball of paper. He kicked again, and both balls of paper were buried in the sand.

"When did you say that?" Chen Yang asked Zhao Yuan.

He had no recollection of this happening.

"Morning." Zhao Yuan said, "We just left the tent."

He was shocked when he heard it. He didn't expect that He Xiangrui could even think of this clever trick. He was also annoyed why he didn't think of it. He would try it tonight.

Then I heard He Xiangrui say that it had no effect.

At that time, Zhao Yuan just felt regretful that it didn't work, and comforted himself by reasoning with He Xiangrui. The rules of the real world were useless in the mission world, and he never thought about the rules.

Then the topic changed.

Chen Yang thought back and remembered that during that period of time, Chao Jian was rolling up his sleeves and he was watching him do the same, not paying much attention.

"He Xiangrui only told you?"

"The sound wasn't loud..." Zhao Yuan shuddered, "Not only me, but also Wen Qing. Wen Qing was also beside us, he must have heard it."

"He's not as dumb as me. He knows this won't work, right?! I'll go find him!"

Zhao Yuan turned around and got stuck. It was meaningless. At that time, He Xiangrui had already violated the taboo, and Wen Qing could do nothing even if he knew about it.

but…

You still have to say it.

Once you have made a discovery, shouldn't you tell others about it

What if other people don’t know the cause of He Xiangrui’s death, and Chen Yang fails to analyze it in time, what if someone does the same thing tonight or tomorrow night

Zhao Yuan's eyes turned red, and his shoulders, which had immature but strong lines, slumped. He felt angry and powerless. Wen Qing didn't care about other people's lives at all.

"Disappeared." Feng Chu murmured.

He Xiangrui's corpse, the corpse worms, the rotten smell in the air, everything was gone.

As if it never existed.

Gusts of sea breeze passed in front of the few people, still smelling the salty and fishy smell of the sea water.

The wind chimes in the shed were plucked, making one crisp sound after another. The sound was filled with the seaside scenery and hit everyone's eardrums.

Chen Yang suspected that the real cause of He Xiangrui's death was not that he did not sleep well.

He blocked his ears with something, trying not to hear the noise outside.

His behavior means that he pretended not to hear something even though he heard it.

That's why he was killed by a ghost.

Chen Yang shared his guess, saying: "I suspect that the female ghost asked for help from the people in the tent, but they pretended they didn't hear her and didn't help her."

"It's so complicated." Zhao Yuan rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but it also felt very simple, as if the cause and effect of the whole thing were in his mind, but the order was not right and he couldn't connect them.

Zhang Jinyang, who was standing by, suddenly asked, "Is it taboo to play with your phone in a tent?"

Zhao Yuan said, "Did you play?"

Zhang Jinyang pushed his weed-like dreadlocks back and said, "No, I'm just asking."

"Why are you playing with your phone? I don't even have the energy to do that. I don't even dare to open my eyes in the tent." Zhao Yuan bent down to get the mineral water, rinsed his mouth and spit it out, "Go to bed early and get up early, and sleep well, right, brother?"

"Yes." Chen Yang said, "Go call Wen Qing over, I want to tell you something."

"Okay."

The photographer was looking at the person next to Chen Yang. His emotions had just suffered a severe blow and he had not had time to recover, which caused him to ignore the superficial work.

He did not try to hide his gaze, not taking this into account.

The sight was very striking.

Like a lamp, it hit Chao Jian with a "bang".

If Chao Jian had taken enough medicine, he would be indifferent to this situation. But now he has not taken enough medicine and is annoyed by such looks.

The photographer's reaction ability was worse than usual. He didn't realize the danger and not only looked, but also spoke.

"Why are you always so calm?"

The photographer stared at the boy. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression gradually twisted. "I am also an introverted person. Before I came here, I was very calm in my behavior and work. Now I have become a psychopath."

"Why aren't you panicking?"

The photographer walked towards the boy, his tone a little jumpy, he couldn't help wanting to know the answer, hoping that he wouldn't turn into a madman.

However, the photographer didn't know that the person being questioned was a madman. His breathing became heavy and he had reached the limit of his endurance.

Chen Yang's temples were throbbing. He patted Chao Jian's back and looked at the haggard, mentally disturbed man with the word "freedom" tattooed on his arm.

"I need to explain this. My brother just doesn't show his emotions. He is actually very scared."

Photographer: “Really?”

"Yeah." Chen Yang glanced at Chao Jian's shaking hands.

The photographer also noticed it and was stunned: "This is..."

Chen Yang said: "I'm afraid."

The neurosis and madness in the photographer's eyes eased somewhat.

This is a common psychology.

When I am very miserable, I feel comforted when I see someone who is worse off than me.

Zhang Jinyang, who was watching from the sidelines, let down his guard. The photographer was truly mentally confused and abnormal, as he actually believed Chen Yang's words.

The man with crutches was shaking his hands, not because he was afraid or uneasy, but because his self-control was collapsing and he was on the verge of losing control.

There was a guy in the club who was like that.

Autistic, extreme, emotionally either paranoid and obsessive, or indifferent and disgusted.

When out of control, he becomes extremely aggressive and will attack anyone, whether it's acquaintances or colleagues with whom he has an average relationship. They can only be forcibly given tranquilizers.

Zhang Jinyang was once bitten on the shoulder by that guy, and a piece of flesh was torn off alive. He rubbed the area through his sweaty clothes.

"The mission is already difficult, and there's a psychopath in the team who didn't bring enough medicine. It's really exciting."

A voice suddenly sounded from the left: "He has Mr. Chen, so he won't get sick."

Zhang Jinyang was startled. He looked at the quiet boy next to him and raised his eyebrows. When did this guy sit here

Also, is this person too sentimental and naive

Zhang Jinyang witnessed with his own eyes that the man from the club almost strangled his wife to death. He looked so manic and terrifying, not to mention rationality, he didn't even have any humanity.

Once the man on crutches loses control, the first person to be hurt is Chen Yang, who is closest to him.

"I won't get sick? You know that?"

Zhang Jinyang's words are cold and realistic: "Friends can only be friends. No matter how close they are, they will not have the effect of drugs."

Feng Chu didn't say anything. He looked at Chen Yang and Chao Jian and said the same words he had said before on the reef, with the same look in his eyes.

"They are friends for life and death, and can live and die together."

Chen Yang caught Feng Chu's gaze and felt a hint of envy in it.

"Feng Chu envies us."

Chen Yang lowered his voice: "Why do you think he envies us?"

Chao Jian said angrily: "This is the last time you ask a question knowing the answer. If you do this again next time, don't expect me to talk to you again."

Chen Yang's mouth twitched.

Chao Jian threw away his crutches, grabbed Chen Yang, and scratched him like he scratched himself, but he used less force and said in a cold tone, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah." Chen Yang helped him sit on the ground, "Do you want to try to integrate into the group?"

Chao Jian's expression turned bad again, and he sneered, "No need."

Chen Yang couldn't say anything more. He sat next to the boy, crossed his legs and pressed them on the hot sand: "You and Wen Qing are a bit similar in this respect."

"But Wen Qing is both a loner and likes to be in the crowd. If someone plays with him, he will keep talking, and you will..."

Chen Yang paused and said, "You'll be so annoyed that you'll smash your cane."

Chao Jian closed his eyes and rested, his lips moved coldly: "I am not him, and I will never be him. I am different from him."

Chen Yang nodded: "Yeah, yes, you are different, you have a partner."

Chao Jian opened his eyes and looked at him.

Chen Yang was about to ask "What's wrong" when Chao Jian closed his eyes again.

After a while of silence, Chen Yang muttered: "Speaking of which, besides me, you only talk more to Wen Qing, Wen Qing... "

Chao Jian frowned in annoyance: "Can you not talk about others?"

Chen Yang: “…”

In the locker room, Zhao Yuan was held up by Wen Qing and couldn't get up, so he insisted on jumping onto his back, saying that he wanted to experience the treatment that Chao Jian received.

Zhao Yuan refused to do so. He pulled the arm off his neck and said, "Why do you want me to carry you? I won't carry you. You're not lame."

Wen Qing clicked his tongue: "There's no chestnut hair either."

Zhao Yuan glared at him: "Fuck, you are talking nonsense without blinking an eye, he is already on crutches..."

"If he's using crutches, does that mean his legs are crippled or injured?" Wen Qing interrupted Zhao Yuan and smiled meaningfully, "Not necessarily."

Zhao Yuan panted heavily: "Don't tell me! I don't want to know that person's secret!"

Hipster: “…” Mental retard, wimp, coward.

Zhao Yuan urged Wen Qing to hurry up. He pulled his hair, and the scene of He Xiangrui's death began to replay in his mind.

"Brother Wen, please don't dawdle, everyone is waiting."

Wen Qing smiled slowly and said, "What does it have to do with me?"

Zhao Yuan said angrily: "My brother asked me to call you!"

This time, Wen Qing added two words to his answer: "What does that have to do with me?"

Zhao Yuan's knuckles cracked, he really wanted to hit someone. It was obvious that this guy couldn't beat me, how about he hit him a few times

Wen Qing stood up and, taking advantage of the height of the stool, looked down at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan, who is about 1.8 meters tall, looked up: "..."

Suddenly weak and helpless.

Zhao Yuan looked at Wen Qing, his scalp tensed up, he turned his back and said, "Carry me! I'll carry you!"

Wen Qing put his hands in his pockets and sighed, "My teacher taught me that in life, you must never force others to do things against their will. This sentence has become my life motto. I dare not forget it. I dare not forget it."

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Fuck you!" He said seriously, "I'm not forcing you. I just want to experience the fun of carrying someone on my back."

"Is that so? That's good. At your age, you should try more." Wen Qing bent down and got close to the boy's back. He sniffed and found the smell was not too bad, so he crawled on him like a dog.

Zhao Yuan carried Wen Qing on his back.

The first feeling is that he is light, and the second feeling is that this guy is very thin.

And it smells good.

Before Zhao Yuan even reached the door of the locker room, Wen Qing suddenly started to speak in a panic, "It's boring, it's boring, it's boring."

"Put me down!" Wen Qing's tone was no longer right, and it was strangely sharp.

Like a bug trapped in a glass jar, scratching the glass with its sharp, bloody horns.

Zhao Yuan got goosebumps all over his body. He immediately put the person down on his back. His heart was pounding and he couldn't help but complain, "He's sick."

Wen Qing returned to normal as soon as he came down. He straightened his clothes and said casually, "School Prince, calling someone sick is very rude."

Zhao Yuan said without hesitation: "You know all this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he came to himself, and his sunny and clean face turned black and red.

Wen Qing looked at Zhao Yuan, and made Zhao Yuan want to kneel down and cry for his dad. Only then did he sigh helplessly.

"I can't hide it anymore."

Zhao Yuan was full of question marks, huh

Wen Qing put a hand to his mouth and whispered, "I have the ability to read minds. I can hear the voice in everyone's heart."

Zhao Yuan: “…” Hehe.

"Idiot, let's go." Wen Qing hooked his hand behind him.

When he saw Chen Yang, Wen Qing's first words were: "Handsome guy, have you found all seven pieces?"

Chen Yang was not at all surprised that Wen Qing's guess was correct, and he nodded.

Those who were unaware of the situation all showed expressions of ecstasy.

This news is like a green leaf growing in a barren land.

Brought infinite vitality.

Especially after losing another team member.

Chen Yang's expression did not match this important information, and he fell silent after he finished speaking.

Zhao Yuan and Zhang Jinyang were so overwhelmed by the surprise that they did not notice it in time.

"Ouch."

Wen Qing touched his lips and said, "Handsome guy, this is not right."

When he said this, everyone realized something was wrong.

Zhao Yuan was terrified: "Brother?"

Wen Qing said in front of Chen Yang: "Your brother expressed a message with silence."

"What?"

The young man cleared his throat and put on a solemn, ritualistic gesture: "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"

Chen Yang glanced at Wen Qing. This guy basically stayed in the locker room and was not with everyone else, but he was not out of touch at all. His mind was very flexible.

"Yes, there is bad news." Chen Yang said as he reached out to Chao Jian.

Chao Jian took out the puzzle pieces from his trouser pocket and placed them in Chen Yang's hands one by one.

He didn't put them randomly, he stacked them together.

Chen Yang placed the fragments that looked like small floors on the sand.

"What the hell!" Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.

Zhang Jinyang and Feng Chu both changed their expressions.

The photographer had the biggest reaction. His mental state was the worst among the seven. He was in ecstasy the moment before, and fell into the abyss the next moment.

After going through these two extremes, the photographer's psychological defenses collapsed. He knelt down to grab the fragments, his hands shaking badly.

White...

They are all white.

Seven pieces, all pure white!

The photographer picked up the fragments and threw them far away: "This is not it. The ones we are missing are not like this."

He insisted, his eyes darting around: "The puzzle is the entire bathhouse, how can there be something pure white? The seven pieces must still be somewhere."

Feng Chu picked up the seven pieces and put them together.

"It matches..." Feng Chu muttered to himself, then looked up at Chen Yang, "I remember what the missing piece on the puzzle looked like."

Pointing to the pieces that had been put together, he said, "This will fit into the part of the head, and the puzzle will be complete."

"Complete what?"

The photographer yelled, "This is white. There is nothing on it. The head is completely white. Is this complete?"

This is where they finish...

The photographer stared at Feng Chu, his eyes looking like they were about to burst: "Where are the other fragments? Where are the others?"

He scanned around and saw the target. He grabbed the big bag and threw it to Feng Chu: "Put them together for me to see. I don't believe that the seven pure white pieces can match. There must be something wrong."

"No need to piece them together." Feng Chu picked up the seven pieces and said, "Open your phone and find the puzzle photo. Put this on top and you'll know once you compare it."

The photographer grabbed Feng Chu's shirt with a frantic look on his face.

Zhang Jinyang raised his fist and swung it at his face: "Are you calm now?"

The photographer's mouth was bleeding. He paused for a moment, and his willpower returned a little, but his despair did not decrease at all.

"It's better not to find the seven missing pieces. At least there is hope."

The photographer buried his head between his legs. His medium-length hair was full of dust. He said sarcastically, "Now it's good. I can't find the head. I can't put it together."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Yuan spoke up for Chen Yang. "I didn't know how many brain cells died to find the fragments so quickly, and yet you still blame me."

"Besides, we are now on a mission, and everything is set by rules. The head of the female corpse on the puzzle is pure white, without any color. That is also a clue, representing some kind of hint."

When Chen Yang heard this, he looked at Zhao Yuan with eyes full of praise, thinking he had made progress.

Zhao Yuan's ears turned red with embarrassment. He suddenly remembered the time when Xiao Yindao thought Chen Yang was cursed, so he was afraid to testify and distanced himself from him...

A little embarrassed, a little self-blaming, a little bit of a piece of shit.

Zhao Yuan scratched his head hard to get himself out of that emotion and continued the previous topic: "New clues have emerged. We should find a way to crack the information hidden in it instead of giving up on ourselves."

"What message?"

Zhang Jinyang tried to mobilize his poor brain power: "There is nothing pure white in the bathhouse, but the fragments are like that. Does that mean the head is not in the bathhouse?"

Zhao Yuan was stumped by the question, and he and Zhang Jinyang stared at each other.

Wen Qing poked his head out from behind Zhao Yuan and looked at Zhang Jinyang with a smile: "What do you think?"

Zhang Jinyang: “…”

The hipster opened a box of gum and asked, "Who wants it?"

No one responded.

"Are you shy?" Wen Qing gave Zhao Yuan a piece of cake and said, "I don't have the habit of being grateful to others and being soft-hearted when I eat their food. Don't worry about chewing it."

Zhao Yuan's face turned dark and he said, "Thank you."

Wen Qing broke off a piece and threw it into Zhang Jinyang's arms, then took another piece and gave it to Feng Chu.

Feng Chu was stunned.

Wen Qing waved the chewing gum in front of him and said, "Brother Qingxiu, come back to life."

Feng Chu took the gum with both hands: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Wen Qing said with a smile, "Don't be so formal with me. It's fate that we meet."

Feng Chu's lips curved up: "Yes."

The hipster walked up to the photographer, handed him a piece of gum, and then retracted his hand.

"You didn't behave well, so I won't give it to you."

The photographer wouldn't be angry about not having chewing gum, but he didn't like the fact that everyone else had it and he didn't. This feeling of being excluded made him panic.

He turned to Chen Yang and apologized, saying that it was all a misunderstanding.

"Mr. Chen, I am mentally disturbed by He Xiangrui's death. Whatever I said was not intentional. I hope you can forgive me."

Chen Yang said: "The gum is not mine."

Even if you apologize to me, Wen Qing still won’t give you gum because he doesn’t like you very much.

The photographer read the expression in Chen Yang's eyes, and he said awkwardly, "It's okay."

Zhang Jinyang chewed gum and said, "What about the other one?"

The photographer understood what Zhang Jinyang was referring to. He looked at Feng Chu, who was looking down at his chewing gum, and said stiffly, "I pulled your plastic bag and touched your wound. I'm sorry for misunderstanding you."

The curve of Feng Chu's mouth remained unchanged: "It doesn't matter."

"Is this unity and friendship?" Wen Qing smacked his lips, gave Chen Yang and Chao Jian a piece of gum each, and said before they could react, "Don't treat me as an outsider, otherwise it will affect my growth."

Chen Yang: “…”

"You're so old, and you're still growing."

"Eighteen." Wen Qing squatted on the sand, "I will always be eighteen."

"Pfft." Zhao Yuan burst into laughter.

Wen Qing raised his right thumb and extended his index finger horizontally, making a shooting gesture: "Biu, you're dead."

Zhao Yuan almost had his throat stuck with chewing gum.

The progress of the mission has reached the second half, and everyone's mentality is different from that in reality, and various degrees of collapse have occurred.

Chen Yang had two pieces of chewing gum in his hand, and he gave Chao Jian's as well. He smelled the mint flavor, listened to the sounds of others chewing and blowing bubbles, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Wenqing." Chen Yang said, "The head of the female corpse is white. What do you think this means?"

Wen Qing was puzzled: "You really want to ask me? Are you sure?"

Chen Yang wasn't joking with him: "If you want to have fun playing the game, you should discuss with other players more, right?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No."

Chen Yang felt a lump in his throat. They just couldn't get along. He and this guy didn't get along.

The hipster chewed his gum, his eyes narrowed into a small slit under his bangs: "I never thought you would get to the point of asking me."

Chen Yangxin said, I didn’t expect that either.

"Which mission is this yours?" Chen Yang asked abruptly.

The young man made a shocking statement: "I forgot, I can't count."

Chen Yang's breathing suddenly became rapid. Is this true? He subconsciously looked at Chao Jian.

Chao Jian fell asleep while sitting.

Chen Yang silently turned his head back and continued to watch the literary and artistic performance.

Wen Qing was still smiling, but his eyes were sharp and deep: "I hate people who rely on others the most, handsome guy, I know you are not that kind of person."

"Details determine success or failure. This is the life motto that has supported me all the way. Now I give it to you. I am optimistic about you, Pen Core."

The pen was halfway done when Zhao Yuan rushed over and said, "Isn't your life motto that you should never force others to do things

Wen Qing stroked his nonexistent beard and said, "All of them."

Zhao Yuan turned to Chen Yang and said, "He's talking nonsense, not a word he said is true."

Chen Yang thought, there are real ones, but they are mixed in with the fake ones and can't be distinguished.

This is the self-protection method of the literary youth. He blocked all avenues that could peek into his inner thoughts and was very good at using smoke bombs.

Zhao Yuan asked: "If we can't find the head, are we going to dig out the other limbs?"

"Dig." said Chen Yang.

Zhao Yuan immediately went to the right upper arm of the female corpse and shoveled the sand along the traces they had dug.

After that it was Zhang Jinyang and Feng Chu, they both returned to work.

The photographer didn't. He lay on the sand with his eyes closed. He wanted to take a nap but couldn't fall asleep because his eyelids kept moving.

Anxiety materialized and enveloped him.

Chen Yang wanted to dig in the sand. He raised his butt a little and then sat back down, staring at the marks Wen Qing had scratched on the sand.

A thin and deep line drawn by the hipster using small pieces of shell.

Chen Yang hesitated for a moment, then added three lines under his line, one of the same length as his, and the remaining two were shorter.

"What is this?" Wen Qing rubbed his chin. "Is this a divination?"

Without waiting for Chen Yang to speak, Wen Qing said, "Usually, the first thing that comes to mind is what we don't want."

Chen Yang calmed down his beating heart: "What about the second one?"

Wen Qing looked at the four lines and said, "Musical notes."

Chen Yang's eyes flickered, but none of them were Chao Jian's answers. He was about to speak, but Wen Qing pretended to have just remembered something: "Oh, I forgot to mention that I don't want the second one either."

Wen Qing said seriously: "The third one is it."

Chen Yang didn't ask anymore, because this guy would definitely say "It's a pity I didn't remember it."

It turns out that Wen Qing really said that, word for word.

Chen Yang drew the line on a whim. He was afraid that Wen Qing would think too much about it, so he continued to draw on the sand casually and without any plan.