Wen Qing looked at Chao Jian with a playful expression and said, "You are so shameless in trying to take advantage of others."
Aren’t you afraid that I will report you
I sued.
Chao Jian curled his lips in a half-smile, closed his eyes again, and leaned forward "casually", with his head resting on Chen Yang's legs.
Hipster: “…”
"Snap"
Big bubbles covered Wen Qing's face. He rolled up the gum and pointed at Chao Jian: "You are just pretending, pretending, pretending!"
Chen Yang reacted at this time. He glanced at the young man who was breathing slowly, and cast a look at Wen Qing, "Stop making noise."
The hipster pounded his chest, looking frustrated as if he was saying "I have it so hard".
By the way, just now when he said he wanted to lean on someone for a while, Chao Jian came back to life. He is very good at protecting his food.
If he continues now, Chao Jian will definitely explode again.
He will expose it on the spot then.
The hipster couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, oh wow, I'm so wicked.
"Baji, Baji"
Wen Qing chewed gum and glanced at the boy who was resting his head on Chen Yang's legs. There was a little calculating excitement in his eyes. From the first time he saw him, he smelled the scent of the same kind from this guy.
Obviously, they all went through an interesting infancy and childhood.
Chao Jian was different from him.
That difference made him understand that Chao Jian’s youth and adulthood were also interesting.
Unlike him, who became boring after one day in his adolescence, he put a lot of effort into finding the motivation to live.
To sum up, Chao Jian lives a more interesting life than him.
Chao Jian now actually has a goal and direction.
This is really upsetting.
The unhappy young man tried to lean towards Chen Yang's shoulder, but was pushed away before he could reach him.
"It's so hot, don't come over." Chen Yang said.
The literary and artistic Xizi held her heart in her hands: "Handsome guy, you... you you you are double-standard."
Chen Yang felt that the last word sounded familiar. Xiang Dong had also said how he responded at that time, and now he repeated it exactly: "Why are you arguing with a child?"
Wen Qing wanted to laugh when he heard this. A child? Putting aside the unfathomable strength, is there a child with such a strong smell of blood
Even at such a young age, it was like crawling through a sea of corpses.
No normal person would dare to point fingers in front of him, unless they had lost their mind and forgotten the emotions of fear and dread.
This is why even though this guy is on crutches, no one dares to bully him openly. At most, they would secretly complain about him in their hearts, but would neither be friendly nor hostile toward him outwardly. They would just ignore him and selectively block him.
Human instinct is the strongest defense.
Wen Qing looked at Chao Jian's left leg meaningfully. He thought that next time they met, he would be able to walk with his "broken" leg.
By then, the tool for self-defense will no longer be a crutch, but what will it be
The hipster stuffed his hands into his suit sleeves in an old-fashioned way and asked a question in the chatty tone of an old man at the village entrance, which was incoherent and incomprehensible.
"Can he use a knife?" Wen Qing asked.
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment: "Never seen it before."
Wen Qing said "Oh" in a long voice: "I know a man who is very good at using a knife."
The girl named Jin can have some fun relying on her beauty. If she finds a knife in the mission world, she will be even more invincible. The scene of killing zombies can be compared to a large-scale cultural performance.
The part they cut was the same, without any difference.
They are arranged neatly, one after another, with the same spacing and position.
A late-stage player with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Seeing Wen Qing staring at him, Chen Yang continued speechlessly, "Is the man who can wield a knife the mission leader?"
"Yes." Wen Qing smiled evilly, "As long as you survive a few more missions, you will meet him."
"Ah, his last name is Jin, and he also has a face that looks like a work of art."
Chen Yang didn't take it seriously and thought that he would deal with the rest later as this task hadn't been completed yet.
The young man on his legs turned sideways, facing inwards, and leaned against Chen Yang.
The tip of his tall nose almost touched Chen Yang's pajamas.
Chen Yang felt that the boy’s breath was too hot and it made him feel itchy, so he pushed the boy’s head back.
My palms felt dry and there was not much sweat.
The boy's head turned back again, rubbing the back of his head on Chen Yang's legs, one arm across his eyes, his light-colored lips slightly pursed.
Breathe evenly.
"You haven't woken up yet, you are sleeping so soundly."
Chen Yang yawned listlessly, he was also sleepy.
Wen Qing smacked his lips as he watched, wondering if Chen Yang had a younger brother or sister. He was used to being the eldest brother, so he subconsciously put Chao Jian in the category of younger brothers, thinking that a harmonious family would bring prosperity, and that brothers and younger brothers were one family. He probably only knew that there were sister-brother relationships in the world, and didn't know that there were also younger brothers.
Tsk.
The younger brother's younger brother is older than the older brother.
When Chen Yang heard the goose's cackling sound, he frowned and asked, "What are you thinking about? Why do you have such a weird expression?"
"I was thinking, you play..."
Wen Qing jokingly changed "fire" into a knife and asked Chen Yang if he wanted to play.
Chen Yang peeled off a piece of gum and put it in his mouth. The cool taste cheered him up a little: "I don't like knives. I like small things, nails, iron sheets and so on."
Wen Qing's eyes lit up: "Me too."
He extended his right hand to Chen Yang and held it with his left hand: "Then we are friends."
Chen Yang: “…”
This guy can create a world on his own.
Before sunset, everyone dug out the woman's bones. On the puzzle piece, that was the right upper arm, but what they dug out was a part of her torso.
The real object does not correspond to the puzzle.
It seems that only by digging it out can we know what is buried inside.
The boring work of digging sand has become a blind box drawing game.
There is one more unknown.
But it is not stimulating, let alone exciting.
"We should still dig in the original order. If the things in the sand don't match the puzzle pieces, then they don't match. We should have a rough idea of what's going on. If you still have battery in your phone, you can take a picture."
Chen Yang said: "Just take pictures of the bodies being exposed and note the corresponding positions."
No one used their cell phones to take pictures of the trunk they had just dug up.
If someone is dead, their personal belongings disappear along with their bodies.
Among the seven people alive, only Zhao Yuan, Zhang Jinyang, the photographer, and Wen Qing had mobile phones.
Zhao Yuan’s battery level is less than 10%.
Zhang Jinyang still has 15%.
Due to his occupational disease, the photographer could not control himself from taking pictures and his phone had been turned off long ago.
Hipsters seldom take out their cell phones, so the battery level is unknown.
Seeing that no one was taking any action, Zhao Yuan had no choice but to open his phone and quickly take a photo.
"Brother," Zhao Yuan approached Chen Yang, "according to the order, we should start digging out the left hand, left forearm, and left upper arm of the female corpse."
"Then dig."
Chen Yang looked at each person's overly tired face one by one.
Everyone’s physical strength is almost exhausted, and the manpower is still decreasing.
Adding insult to injury.
But they had to dig, because all the incomplete pieces of the puzzle had been found, except for the body parts.
If we dig them all out, there will definitely be a breakthrough.
They have to be faster.
The days and nights at the bathing place were getting shorter. Something was about to happen, and the deadly sense of urgency made it impossible for them to slow down the process of digging up the body.
This is a well-known fact and Chen Yang doesn't need to explain it in detail.
After we dug for a while, the sun set.
This was the third evening at the bathing beach, and it was just as beautiful as the previous two.
Chen Yang carried the big bag and looked at the sky.
"Handsome guy, Li Mao, see you tomorrow." Wen Qing hooked his arm around Zhao Yuan's neck, and Zhao Yuan couldn't straighten his waist because of him. "Let go first, you go your way, and I go mine!"
"Our tents are next to each other... Well, you dare to elbow me, you idiot school hunk, I hold grudges, you're dead."
Chen Yang watched the two men enter the tent noisily, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
At this time yesterday, Wen Qing asked him to give the bag to him, but this time he ignored it.
It all depends on your mood.
Chao Jian looked down at Chen Yang and said, "Give me the medicine."
Chen Yang took the pills out of the plastic bag and said, "Last night, the shovel was in Wen Qing's tent. There was no sound of digging sand outside, but someone still died.
"The ghost led the man out of the tent, but he didn't have to dig sand. The shovel has other uses."
Chao Jian took a pill and swallowed it. He took off the big bag hanging on Chen Yang's wrist and said, "Dig out all the remaining limbs first."
Chen Yang nodded: "Your tent is far away from me."
He put the raised cane back down and tilted his head towards Jane: "Is this important?"
Chen Yang said: "It doesn't matter, I just said it casually..."
The boy left before he could finish his words.
Chen Yang was stunned. He didn't know how many times this scene had happened, so many times that he couldn't even remember.
My partner is really temperamental and moody.
After dark, there was no one on the bathing beach, only eleven tents.
Zhao Yuan was trying hard to play the role of a corpse. He did that for the past two nights. Once he got into the role, time went by quickly and it wasn't too difficult to endure.
He didn't act well that night and opened his eyes after a while.
It may be that a method has been used too many times and is no longer effective. It is the same as giving an IV drip for a cold. His mind and spirit have produced antibodies.
It was actually very cold in the tent, but Zhao Yuan felt like he was being roasted on a fire. He was sweating a lot and felt like he was in a sauna. This was not the case even when he was exposed to the sun during the day.
Why isn't it sunrise yet? Come on, it will be morning soon. He needs to go out and dig up the bodies.
He wanted to leave here quickly.
Just then, there was a noise outside the tent, mixed with a shout: "Zhao Yuan."
Zhao Yuan’s eyes suddenly widened. It was Chen Yang!
No, it’s fake, that’s not Chen Yang.
That's a ghost, you can't make any sound.
"Where's Zhao Yuan?" The voice became anxious, "Why hasn't Zhao Yuan come out yet?"
At this time, there was another voice, slow and with a strong personal touch: "He was on my left yesterday, how come he is gone now? Oh, the position of the tent has changed again."
Chen Yang discovered something: "Not right..."
Wen Qing asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"quantity."
Chen Yang's voice was tense: "There were eleven tents, but now there are only ten. One is missing."
He said to himself, "What does Zhao Yuan's tent look like?"
"Blue and orange." Wen Qing gave an answer.
"No." He sighed, "No, there's no one in that color."
There was a dead silence afterwards.
It was an indescribable heaviness.
Zhao Yuan felt it, his heartbeat began to accelerate, and the blood in his veins also beat faster.
The changes in his body functions affected his emotions and rationality. Zhao Yuan could no longer close his eyes. He stared at the tent in the dark, his eyes rolling around nervously.
"In the sea!"
Zhang Jinyang cursed, shocked and frantic: "Shit! It wasn't there just now... Just like Qingfeng, Qingfeng also appeared suddenly!"
Zhao Yuan sat up subconsciously.
A series of quick footsteps were heard running towards the beach, and the noise outside became louder, mixed with voices.
"We can't go into the sea. We can't get the tent out."
"What are you fishing for? He must be dead."
"Dude, are you going to go into the sea? We are so loud, if anyone is still alive, they would have heard us a long time ago."
"Mr. Chen..."
"Handsome guy, more than half of the tent is submerged in water. I don't need to tell you the rest. You know common sense."
"Chen Yang!" Chao Jian, who spoke very little, spoke in a hoarse voice, "Be honest."
"I was impulsive."
Chen Yang's voice was also hoarse. He paused for a moment before saying, "I'm a little confused."
"That kid has improved, I thought he could go forward..."
Zhao Yuan's eyes became moist little by little, and his hands and feet moved towards the exit of the tent unconsciously.
The noise outside disappeared for a moment, then came back again.
The footsteps returned.
"The mission hasn't just begun, and several people have died already. Everyone knows that you must not leave the tent at night no matter what. How could he, an old man, make such a low-level mistake?" said the photographer in an incredulous tone.
"Old people are also human beings. Experienced ones will fall for it. He is just the second task. What does it matter?"
Wen Qing chuckled: "Horses can stumble and people can make mistakes. Good luck doesn't always come."
"Five." Feng Chu choked lightly, "Can we still get out?"
"Of course!"
The photographer shouted sharply, muttering, "Let's go dig up the bodies. Let's continue from yesterday. If we hurry up and dig them all out, maybe we can complete the mission."
"Mr. Wen, you should also join us. We really don't have enough manpower."
When Zhao Yuan heard this, his breathing was like a broken bellows. A real literary youth would not agree to this. The one outside would definitely...
"I don't want to join."
The literary youth's answer came from outside.
Zhao Yuan's breathing stopped again.
"How can you be like this? We only have six people left now, and one of them has an injured hand. Our efficiency is already much lower."
The photographer was furious: "Do you still want to stay out of this?"
The hipster said lazily: "I said I hate digging sand."
"Who likes it? Ask everyone, who likes to dig sand! Aren't they all forced to do it?"
"Then I don't care. I won't dig it. I don't care whether you dig it or not."
"If we don't dig, how the hell can we complete the mission?"
"Death is death wherever it happens."
"you!"
The photographer lost control of his emotions and yelled, "Zhang Jinyang, let me go. That guy deserves a beating. I won't teach him a lesson this time. I won't..."
"What are you dragging me for? Don't drag me. I can walk by myself!"
The photographer's voice gradually faded, and the literary youth's voice rang out: "Hey, he spit on my face, it stinks."
Chen Yang did not respond.
Wen Qing sighed: "Handsome guy, your little fanboy is gone, I'm sorry."
The sound of shoes stepping on the sand was heavy and dull.
Zhao Yuan's throat rolled rapidly, and the next second he heard his own helpless cry: "Brother!"
After shouting, it was as if a switch was turned on. Zhao Yuan couldn't help but shout again and again, each shout louder than the last, with a clear cry in his voice.
"Chen Yang!"
"Hipster!"
"Chen Yang! It's me! I'm Zhao Yuan!"
No one responded.
The footsteps are fading away.
Zhao Yuan shivered and clenched his teeth. I, I won’t... Am I really dead
As soon as that thought came to his mind, Zhao Yuan felt like he was in water. He was wet from head to toe, and the cold clothes blocked his pores.
Short of breath, lack of oxygen, suffocation.
Zhao Yuan's consciousness became dim, his body seemed to be falling, he was exhausted and convulsing. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a hint of rust rushed into his mouth.
It's blood.
I am alive...
I'm alive!
As soon as Zhao Yuan regained consciousness, the shadow of the fake Qingfeng's feet appeared in front of him.
And there was He Xiangrui, his ears were rotten, but he was still talking to them.
Nothing is right here.
The dead don’t know they are dead, and the characteristics of being alive are all imagined by themselves…
Is my pain and blood also fake
Zhao Yuan's will began to collapse, as fast as a fire thrown into hay, which would be burned up in the blink of an eye. He used his hands and feet to crawl to the exit of the tent and pressed his pale face against it.
It's very quiet outside.
They all left.
They all went to dig sand and left him here.
Zhao Yuan's expression twisted, his facial muscles twitched constantly, his eye sockets expanded to their maximum, and his pupils were tightly pressed into tents.
Can you open it a little and look outside
Just a small crack.
Let me take a look.
I just need to take a look, just one look.
Zhao Yuan's hand slowly touched the zipper and pulled it. His eyes were empty and his pupils were dilated.
"Boom!"
Something fell out of Zhao Yuan's pocket.
It rolled to his legs.
Zhao Yuan suddenly woke up.
He reached out and touched it; it was hard and cold; it was a coin.
The fourth sunrise came even faster than the third.
Chen Yang had only counted to over seven thousand when there was a faint light outside.
This time it was Chao Jian who called Chen Yang. As soon as they met, a figure rushed out from the blue and orange tent.
It was Zhao Yuan. He stumbled towards Chen Yang, then fell to his knees with weak legs.
"I know… "
Zhao Yuan raised his sweaty face and said, "I know how Zhong Ming and Qing Feng were led out of the tent."
Chen Yang's expression froze: "You get up first."
"I can't get up." Zhao Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears. He had just escaped death not long ago, and his body and mind had not recovered yet. He relied on his willpower to rush over.
In fact, his legs had become as soft as noodles.
"Oh my, what's going on so early in the morning? Is there a role for me?"
A teasing voice came from behind.
Hearing this, Zhao Yuan's willpower once again supported his sweaty body. He rushed towards Wen Qing like a drunk and hugged him.
The smile on Wen Qing's lips froze.
Zhao Yuan whimpered from deep in his throat: "Thank you..."
"Thank you, thank you! From now on, you are my second lifesaver!"
Zhao Yuan didn't know when this guy put the coin in his pocket, whether it was out of boredom or as a prank, the other party really saved his life.
Wen Qing's stiff mouth had just opened a little when he heard Zhao Yuan burst into tears.
Just cry if you want, and even dare to bury your dirty and smelly head in his neck, with snot and tears all over it.
It's death, absolutely death.
Wen Qing met the other people's eyes and laughed dryly: "Look at this child, he has become stupid from reading too much, so pitiful."
After Zhao Yuan finished crying and almost recovered, he told his story.
In addition to impersonating themselves, ghosts also have the ability to create illusions.
"When it dealt with me, it created an independent space for me. No matter how I shouted, you couldn't hear me. I was the only one who knew about the illusion it created."
Zhao Yuan rubbed his face and said, "That's why Zhong Ming and Qing Feng were led out without us noticing."
Zhang Jinyang said: "It's too strong. Fortunately it couldn't get into the tent, otherwise we would be dead."
He looked at Zhao Yuan: "You are also strong. You are not deceived."
Zhao Yuan shook his head: "No, I was confused, and it was Brother Wen who helped me."
Wen Qing became the focus again. He raised his two hands, palms facing everyone, and nodded downwards as if a leader was giving a speech.
"Okay, okay, I'll be embarrassed if you keep looking at me."
Zhao Yuan told him about his life hanging by a thread. He took out the lucky coin and held it solemnly in his hand: "From now on, this is my heirloom."
"If I live to old age, I will definitely pass it on to my next generation."
Others: “… ”
Chen Yang did not show any surprise at Zhao Yuan's revelation. He had guessed the devil's method of deceiving people.
Ghosts will take advantage of people’s inner weaknesses, obsessions, psychological shadows, psychological trauma, etc.
It will first attack those with weak defense capabilities.
From low to high.
It will not touch those who have a strong mind and a bright soul.
This is the rule, but it's a little unreasonable.
Chen Yang was in a daze. His weakness was obvious and fatal, which was his little sister. Logically, he was the easiest to attack, so why didn't the ghost find him...
Chen Yang's thoughts were scattered when he felt something extra in his arms. He lowered his head and saw it was a bag of wafer biscuits.
Zhao Yuan rummaged through his backpack, but he found it too much trouble and just poured out all the food inside.
"I have a hunch that we won't see today's sunset again."
Zhao Yuan realized the ambiguity in his words after noticing the wrong atmosphere. He quickly said, "No, I mean, we will complete the mission before sunset."
Zhang Jinyang crossed his arms: "Have you ever had your mouth blessed?"
Zhao Yuan shook his head: "No."
"Then what else do you say?"
Zhao Yuan: “…”
He pushed the food to the middle and said, "Eat it all. Only when you are full will you have the strength to work."
This sounds like hitting the road after eating.
In the first three days, some people were afraid of eating too much, so they went to the toilet frequently and used water and food in moderation. For example, Zhang Jinyang, who did the most work, was purely wasting his own energy.
I don’t know if it was because of what Zhao Yuan said with his unblessed mouth, or because of his title as the team’s strongest labor force, but Zhang Jinyang decided to change his strategy and started eating with big mouthfuls.
"Don't worry, buddy. When you want to go to the bathroom, just tell me and I'll accompany you," said Zhao Yuan.
Zhang Jinyang clenched his fist and bumped into him.
"Wow." Wen Qing smiled while biting a piece of bread, "The atmosphere is so good, I feel like I can really leave today."
Chen Yang said before he set the flag: "Don't talk."
Wen Qing looked aggrieved and went to Chao Jian for justice: "Li Mao, why don't you do anything about it?"
Talking to Jian and Wen Qing at the same time, he handed the chocolate candy in his hand to Chen Yang: "It's not delicious."
"Not delicious? I think this is quite delicious." Chen Yang took the large piece of candy and gave him the half-eaten wafer, "Then you eat mine."
Chao Jian pulled down the wafer bag, lowered his head and took a bite. He half-closed his eyes, and a cold light swept towards Wen Qing, containing a warning full of hostility.
Wen Qing shrugged.
Zhao Yuan didn't notice Chao Jian's look, and just commented on Wen Qing's career as a light bulb: "It's just humiliating yourself."
Wen Qing smiled slightly: "School Prince, are you showing off your vocabulary in front of your savior?"
Zhao Yuan's face turned green, and he stuffed another piece of bread onto Wen Qing's lips in a flattering manner. It was the last one, because the other party liked it.
"Brother Wen, why did you provoke Chao Jian?"
Wen Qing munched on some bread and said in a vague voice: "He is more handsome than me."
That's it? Zhao Yuan couldn't help but whisper, you're going to offend too many people.
The hipster looked over with a smile.
Zhao Yuan immediately moved away and didn't look at Wen Qing. This guy couldn't read minds, but he was good at figuring out other people's psychology.
I guess only Chao Jian can make him hit a wall.
After everyone had their fill, they started today's sand excavation project efficiently.
There were no fewer people last night, still seven.
On Chen Yang's left is Chao Jian, and on his right is Feng Chu. They were both wearing white clothes when they came in. The former was not very dirty, but the latter was so dirty that the original color could hardly be seen.
"When you are digging sand, your chest and back will also get dirty?" Chen Yang asked.
Feng Chu said, "When I get tired of digging, I lie down."
"Brother, we are all dirty." Zhao Yuan, who was sitting diagonally opposite, interrupted, "Not to mention my chest and back, there is sand even under my armpits."
Chen Yang said: "Then you are amazing."
Zhao Yuan chuckled, thinking of something, he stretched his neck towards Chen Yang: "Brother, do you have a way to call Wen Qing over?"
Chen Yang said without hesitation: "No."
"How about I give it a try?"
Chen Yang disagreed with Zhao Yuan's decision: "You are the main labor force, don't spend your time on that."
He added: "Even if the young intellectuals come, they won't be able to dig up much."
"Yes, he is very thin and weighs very little."
Zhao Yuan muttered something and found that except Chao Jian, everyone else focused their attention on him.
His eyes look a little strange.
Zhao Yuan panicked for no apparent reason. He stammered, "I'll carry him on my back. I'll carry him on my back."
Chen Yang continued to dig in the sand, his voice muffled by the rustling sound, and he whispered, "You can make him like you, which is good for you."
Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded. That guy said he was dead. What kind of love is this? You misunderstood, my brother.
Chen Yang couldn't hear Zhao Yuan's thoughts, his attention had already shifted to Chao Jian.
The other person hung his head, his eyes fixed on the three pieces of debris in the bag, and his whole body had a cold aura, which was inconsistent with their panic and anxiety.
Chen Yang observed for a while but didn't notice anything. Most of the time, he couldn't see through his partner, but this didn't affect his trust in him at all.
"There are eleven pieces left, and they died of overwork before we could dig them all out."
Chao Jian lowered his eyebrows, his hair was blown by the sea breeze, and the shadows cast were very fragmented: "The three pieces we have dug out so far are buried shallower than the last one."
Chen Yang was at a loss: "Is there?"
Without waiting for Chao Jian's response, he asked everyone for confirmation.
"How is it possible to know this?"
The photographer was digging in the sand. He thought Chen Yang's question was funny, but he couldn't laugh. He just wanted to get angry: "We don't have rulers in our eyes. Unless it's very obvious, how can we detect it?"
Zhang Jinyang kicked the photographer. He was so angry, who did he want to burn to death? He was so upset that he wanted to explode when he heard the tone.
Feng Chu stared at Chen Yang without blinking: "Mr. Chen, is it really shallow?"
Chen Yang glanced at his partner who was no longer checking the corpse, thinking that his conclusion should have been drawn from the corpse, and it might be related to the degree of color corrosion or something.
"Isn't that right?" Chen Yang said.
"That's great." Zhao Yuan didn't question it at all. He said excitedly, "That means the further we dig, the easier it will be."
"I'll go dig the fourteenth piece."
Zhang Jinyang opened his phone to look at the photo of the puzzle, and followed the positions on it to verify its authenticity.
Chen Yang leaned close to Chao Jian's ear and asked, "Your guess can't be wrong, right?"
Chao Jian ignored him.
Chen Yang planned to wait for Zhang Jinyang's verification results. If it was wrong, he would find a way to turn the incident around.
"That's right."
The boy's impatient voice rang in my ears.
Chen Yang wiped the sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Don't be too confident, as it's easy to get embarrassed.
Mr. Chen, a person who has experienced this, said in his heart.
However, Chao Jian did not slap him in the face.
Zhang Jinyang came back soon with a piece of bone in his hand.
The photographer hurriedly asked: "Is it shallow?"
"Just a layer of sand." Zhang Jinyang put the piece of bone into the bag next to the other three pieces.
This result filled everyone with energy and enthusiasm, like a last hurrah.
The speed of sand excavation has more than doubled.
The location they are digging now corresponds to the left hand skeleton of the female corpse on the puzzle, which is the piece that Zhang Jinyang brought back.
It appears in the fourteenth place.
I don't know what is buried here.
"The positions are all messed up, so could the head be inside as well?" Zhao Yuan dug for a while and asked, "It's just buried together with some other part?"
Chen Yang panted: "It's possible before everything is dug out."
Zhao Yuan said: "Schrödinger's cat?"
"Is that the truth?" Zhang Jinyang got angry after asking, "Stop talking nonsense."
The photographer suddenly threw down his shovel and said, "Since we know that each piece is buried shallower than the last, why don't we just dig from the back to the front?"
“Wouldn’t that give us more confidence
“Students all know to put the difficult questions last and start with the easy ones first.”
Chen Yang thought for a while and said, "Then let's divide into groups. You and..."
"I will go by myself."
The photographer interrupted Chen Yang and turned to look at the others: "My phone is out of battery, so I can't see the pictures. Who can lend it to me?"
It can only be Zhang Jinyang.
The photographer left with Zhang Jinyang's mobile phone. He walked towards the location of the thirteenth corpse. His eyes were red and dry, and his black beard formed a sharp contrast with his bloodless face.
When the photographer was about to reach the destination, he paused, and the touch under his feet seemed a little...
Before the photographer could come to his senses, his diving shoes had rubbed against that spot for a few times.
The fine sand was rubbed away by the soles of the shoes, revealing a face.
"ah!"
The photographer fell to the ground, kicked his legs and moved back, screaming at the top of his lungs: "Help! Help! Help—"
Chen Yang and others who were far away rushed over.
The body in the sand is a person that everyone is familiar with, Qingfeng who drowned.
The body was placed vertically.
Feet facing the sea and head facing the bathing beach.
He is back.
The bloated corpse lay in the sun, the grey Taoist robe looked like it could be torn at any time, and the stench was overwhelming.
Several photographers vomited or suffocated.
Chen Yang bent down and took a look: "All the dead ones disappeared, except him."
As he said this, he stood up and looked at Chao Jian without blinking.
"Why is it that this body, which was clearly swept away by the waves, now appears in the sand..."