Wen Qing approached him mysteriously, pretending to be scared, and carefully hid behind Chen Yang and poked his head out: "How could a person who died in the sea be buried in the sand? It's really scary."
Chen Yang's thoughts were suddenly disrupted by Wen Qing and he couldn't connect anymore.
Zhao Yuan saw that Chen Yang looked very unhappy, so he quickly pulled Wen Qing to his side and said, "Brother, can you please stop causing trouble? You made my brother angry. He didn't hit you, but what about his family? Can he tolerate it? Touch the wound on your face."
Wen Qing actually touched it, and the hideous bloodstain didn't get better at all. It was stinging painful. He traced it with his fingertips and sighed, "I am even more wronged than Dou E."
Zhao Yuan said: "Yes, Dou E is not as good as you."
No one can compare to what you can do, no one can compare to you, you are invincible.
The young man covered his nose exaggeratedly: "It stinks."
Zhao Yuan thought the smell was okay and he didn't vomit this time. He Xiangrui's attack made him much stronger when facing the dead body.
"Brother, Qingfeng is back. This must be a very important clue." Zhao Yuan said to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang looked at the corpse thoughtfully.
"So what's the clue?" Wen Qing put his arm on Zhao Yuan's shoulder. "School Prince, please continue speaking. It's time to reveal the secret."
Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded: "How would I know?"
Wen Qing frowned and said, "You didn't use your brain."
Zhao Yuan: “…”
"My brains are dead!"
Wen Qing shook his head and sighed: "At such a young age, his brain is completely dead. It is really sad to hear about it and makes people cry."
The next moment, he put away his playful and teasing expression and said calmly, "Assuming that each task is a test paper, then the appearance of this corpse is equivalent to pointing out the topic."
Zhao Yuan's eyes were dull. "What kind of test paper is this? What kind of topic is this? What topic is this?"
Wen Qing was stunned by these three stupid questions. He was about to guide Zhao Yuan when he suddenly understood why Chao Jian was so persistent in finding a way to train Chen Yang.
Isn't this what cultivation is all about
Younger, well-trained, wow.
Wen Qing smiled and approached Chen Yang: "Handsome guy, what do you think the question is?"
Chen Yang looked at Wen Qing, then at the corpse, and finally met Chao Jian's dark and calm eyes.
Chao Jian spoke: "Haven't you already thought of it?"
Chen Yang was about to say "no" when the words suddenly stopped at his lips. He turned around, facing the sand pit that appeared on the first day, and muttered to himself.
"Zhong Ming died in a sand pit. His clothes and hair were dry, but the signs of death were drowning."
“The location of our tent changes every day.”
"Zhao Yuan heard his tent drowned in the sea in his dream."
"The bodies swept away by the waves appeared in the sand..."
The photographer who heard this shouted, “I know!”
"The beach is the sea!" He pointed randomly at the bathing area, "This is the sea!"
Feng Chu stood up, the wind blowing the plastic bags on his knees and palms, and he said, "What about the sea?"
"The beach?"
The photographer pointed at the bathing area and his hand shook violently: "It's the beach, the sea is the beach!"
He widened his eyes in excitement and fear: "All the clues point to one thing, this is an illusion, an illusion, the real position of the bathing beach and the sea is actually reversed, it must be like this, it must be!"
“Wow—”
Layer upon layer of waves hit the shallows and reefs, as if mocking how ridiculous the photographer's words were.
The photographer did not get the response he wanted from everyone. He looked at them as if they were mentally retarded: "The way out is in the sea. As long as you go to the sea, you will know everything."
Hipster seal clapped his hands: "Wow, none of us could think of this, but you are the only one who thought of this, you are so smart."
The photographer knew that this person didn’t like him. He had been hesitant about how to please him before. Now that he was about to complete his mission and leave, he stopped pretending and sarcastically responded, “The information has already been given so clearly…”
"Really?" Wen Qing interrupted him, "I really didn't see that."
"You said the way out is in the sea, and if you go to the sea you will know everything, so why don't you go?"
The photographer stopped talking immediately.
Chen Yang covered Qingfeng's body with sand. He looked towards the sparkling sea and walked in that direction, holding his partner's hand.
Chao Jian let him pull her without saying a word.
The wind smelled very salty and bitter. Zhao Yuan's nose was a little itchy, and he sneezed: "Why don't I go to the sea and see if I can find anything."
The young man in the art world said: "And by the way, let's see if I will die?"
Zhao Yuan choked.
"What should we do?" He glanced at the photographer who was pretending to be dead, Zhang Jinyang who had a stern face, and Feng Chu who was quiet and gentle. "Someone has to do this. No matter what the result is, we have to take a step forward, otherwise the mission will come to a standstill."
Wen Qing pretended to be thoughtful: "I have a good idea."
The photographer asked before Zhao Yuan could, "What?"
"Draw lots."
Like a magician, the hipster slowly took out a handful of small paper from his trouser pocket.
Exactly seven.
The atmosphere suddenly became strange.
The photographer looked at Wen Qing warily: "Why did you prepare this in advance?"
"It's so boring." Wen Qing curled his lips, "There's no one else in the locker room, I can only draw lots with myself."
"Then how come that's exactly the number of people we have now?"
The photographer glared at him: "Don't say it was a coincidence, even a fool wouldn't believe it."
"That must not be a coincidence." Wen Qing said with a smile, "I planned it carefully."
"When I first started playing, there were eleven bunches of paper. Then, every time someone was missing, I took one bunch of paper away. Now there are only seven left."
The photographer and the other three people present were silent, and their expressions were different.
Some are afraid, some are speechless.
"Among these seven pieces of paper, only one has a line drawn on it. The others are blank. I don't need to tell you the rules."
Wen Qing raised his free hand and tapped a few notes in the air like he was playing the piano: "I'll go first."
The photographer questioned: "We haven't even seen the note. Whatever you say is the truth? What if you cheated?"
Wen Qing blinked and hummed in agreement: "That's right, you have to be careful when you go out. There are many bad people in this world."
Then, he raised one corner of his mouth and teased, "Do you think I need to cheat?"
The photographer's face turned pale and black.
No, this guy is a typical people-pleaser.
They knew that there were not enough people but decided not to dig sand. They didn’t care if the mission failed, so why would they care about going into the sea
This guy was doing this just for fun, he was trying to amuse himself by making them nervous.
When drawing lots, Wen Qing was the first, followed by Zhao Yuan and Zhang Jinyang.
Wen Qing still had four pieces of paper in his hand. He glanced at the boy standing quietly and said, "Little brother."
The boy raised his head when he heard the voice.
Wen Qing smiled and said, "It's your turn now."
Feng Chu took a few steps closer and took away one of the four paper bundles.
Wen Qing smiled: "Are you scared?"
"Hey, look at what I'm asking. Isn't this nonsense? At the beginning of the mission, handsome Chen and his girlfriend came in here. When I greeted them, you came out of the tent and stuttered when you spoke."
Feng Chu lowered his eyes and slowly opened the paper bundle, but stopped and clenched his fists, fearing the consequences.
"Come to think of it, it was so dark here at the time, I couldn't see anything, it seemed like that scene happened just yesterday."
Wen Qing said without making any sense: "Don't be afraid, each of us has a one in seven chance."
Then he signaled to the photographer to cooperate.
When the photographer saw that everyone had taken it, he had no choice but to reach out as well.
There are two paper bundles left.
Wen Qing was presented to Chen Yang and Chao Jian.
Chen Yang asked Wen Qing to help check it out.
"So boring." Wen Qing said dissatisfiedly as he pushed aside two pieces of paper. Both were blank.
He could not hide the disappointment in his eyes, but he said hypocritically: "Like me, we are all lucky and escaped a disaster. Thank you!"
Chen Yang had already reached the shallows. He was curious about who had caught the paper with the lines on it. Then he heard a quackling sound behind him.
“What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!!”
Zhao Yuan ran over, holding up the open paper bag in his hand, and gnashed his teeth: "It's me, I caught it, I'm so unlucky."
Wen Qing hesitated for a long time before finally sighing, "Ah."
Zhao Yuan: “…”
What is he doing? His heart is pounding. He is going to be killed by this guy.
Zhang Jinyang stepped forward and said, "If I were you, I would go into the sea as quickly as possible. The longer I dawdle, the more fear I will feel."
How could Zhao Yuan not understand this logic? He grabbed his sweaty hair and took a few deep breaths. He originally planned to do it himself.
But when the moment really came, he couldn't do it anymore.
"Brother, I'm going."
Zhao Yuan stood there, not moving a step.
Before Chen Yang could say anything, Wen Qing pushed Zhao Yuan: "That's enough, your brother heard it, go ahead, you really are the school hunk, I don't know how to describe you, even kindergarten kids are braver than you."
It seems there is no danger, Chen Yang thought.
Zhao Yuan also realized that if going into the sea was a dead end, Wen Qing would at most turn a blind eye, but he was unlikely to be so impatient for him to die.
After all, in the eyes of a gamer, other people’s life and death has nothing to do with him, so it doesn’t matter.
So Zhao Yuan relaxed... No wonder.
Zhao Yuan didn't roll up his trouser legs or take off his shoes. He closed his sore eyes and walked into the sea step by step.
His pants were soaked by sea water and stuck to his skin. Zhao Yuan's body paused. He gritted his teeth and continued walking with goose bumps all over his body.
"Why do you act like a misguided boy?" The young man put his hands in his pockets, narrowed his long eyes, and touched his left cheek with his tongue.
Only Wen Qing spoke a word, and no one else said anything.
Chen Yang held Chao Jian's crutch and paid close attention to Zhao Yuan's every move.
When Chao Jian took away the crutch, Chen Yang subconsciously pinched his arm.
Zhao Yuan walked forward on the mud and sand. The surrounding sea water gradually became clearer and the water level unknowingly buried above his waist. He stopped, stretched his hands and feet and stood in the sea.
Nothing found, nothing unusual.
Zhao Yuan felt that the clothes on his upper body were even wetter than when he got off work. He took a few small breaths in and out, bent over under the scorching sun, stretched his arms into the sea, and rubbed them around.
Just soft sand and little snails.
"The sea is the sea!"
Zhao Yuan threw away a handful of sand and shouted to his teammates.
The photographer on the shore was slapped in the face and became even more depressed. Thinking of his solemn promise, he felt embarrassed and confused: "How could this happen? It's impossible. All the information is..."
"You must have not walked far enough. Go further."
The photographer shouted louder than Zhao Yuan: "Go deeper! If you go a little deeper, you will find a clue!"
"It's not safe." Zhang Jinyang said disapprovingly, "This distance is enough for testing. His physical strength is not full. If he goes on, he may not be able to swim out. Now it seems that the speculation that the way out is in the sea is wrong."
"idiot!"
The photographer didn't want Zhao Yuan to go ashore. He was a test subject chosen by drawing lots, and the result was not out yet. If he came back, no one would go into the sea again.
He was so angry that he yelled at Zhang Jinyang: "You are a fool, you have strong limbs but a simple mind, you only have brute force, but it is useless!"
Zhang Jinyang's face turned dark. He was indeed strong in body but simple-minded, and was not good at guessing and solving riddles.
But he doesn't like others using this to humiliate him.
Zhang Jinyang didn't say a single curse word, but just punched the photographer directly. The photographer fell to the ground and picked up sand and threw it into his eyes.
The two men started fighting.
The young intellectuals gathered over to watch the fun, shouting "Wow wow wow".
Chen Yang did not divert his attention. He continued to observe the movements in the sea without blinking.
"Let him come back, it's dangerous."
Suddenly, a sound came from the right rear, a little vague due to the sea breeze.
Chen Yang tilted his head slightly, and caught Feng Chu's worried look from the corner of his eye. He pursed his lips and said, "The photographer's guess has not been verified. What do you think?"
Feng Chu said softly: "I don't know."
He pushed the messy hair away from his pale cheeks: "Mr. Chen, what about you?"
Chen Yang looked at the boy in front of him and said, "I don't know either."
The next second he shouted to Zhao Yuan in the sea: "Come back!"
"Can't let him come back... ah—"
The photographer was kicked into the sea by Zhang Jinyang. He screamed and climbed to the shore. When he was about to come up, he fell on the shallows.
Wen Qing tried to pull him back: "Look at you, you are already in your forties."
The photographer was confused. Wasn't this guy on bad terms with him? Why did he reach out his hand to him
"Why, you're not in your forties? Less than thirty? Oh, really less than thirty? You're growing up a little too fast." Wen Qing pulled the photographer up, "You're so impulsive."
Wen Qing whispered, "When you were in school, your teacher told you what impulse is, right? It's the devil, it can kill people."
The photographer shuddered for no apparent reason.
"Hey, handsome guy, Limao, why are you in such a hurry?" Wen Qing shouted at Chen Yang and Chao Jian's backs.
Chen Yang didn't know that he was suddenly dragged away by Chao Jian.
"What should we do?" Chen Yang asked in a low voice.
Chao Jian was leaning on a crutch, taking big steps, his brows furrowed, "Dig up the corpse."
"Hurry up," he said.
Chen Yang relayed Chao Jian's words to everyone without hesitation: "Come back! Hurry up and dig out the remaining stumps!"
When Zhao Yuan came ashore, only Wen Qing was there. Every time he took a step, his wet trouser legs were covered with a layer of fine sand, and he stopped in front of the other person lazily.
"You're not going back to the locker room?"
Wen Qing picked up a small stone and swept it into the sea.
"Pa pa pa"
Three sounds.
Wen Qing clapped his hands: "Little boy, are you meddling too much?"
Zhao Yuan: “…”
Zhao Yuan was in a hurry to dig sand and didn't waste time talking to him.
There were footsteps following him. Zhao Yuan looked back as he walked: "You want to dig too?"
After saying this, I wanted to slap myself. I really was meddling too much.
Wen Qing put his hands behind his head, looked at the sky in the distance, and asked a question without knowing what was going on: "School Prince, do you still have energy?"
Zhao Yuan didn't understand.
Wen Qing pointed at the photographer who was slumped on the sand and said, "That one is useless. The manual laborers in the team now are mainly you and Zhang Jinyang. You have to work harder."
As he spoke, he made a fist gesture.
"Zhao Yuan!"
When Chen Yang's hoarse shout was heard, Zhao Yuan immediately ran over, picked up the shovel and started digging without stopping.
Wen Qing counted the number of people digging sand: "One, two, three, four, five. Excluding the one with a finger injury that can't hold the shovel tightly, there are only four. It's really..."
He turned on his toes as he walked towards the locker room and headed that way.
“It’s miserable.”
The sigh was drowned in the sea breeze.
With the participation of literary youths, the situation has improved.
He looks thin, but his hands are very strong. The key is that he works like he talks, he is down-to-earth and not at all pretentious.
The group of six dug out a body and replaced it with the next, with little communication.
Zhang Jinyang was confused but didn't ask any questions. The atmosphere was too urgent and depressing, and he felt like a storm was coming.
Not long after, Feng Chu exclaimed as he dug something out of the sand.
It's a ring.
"Which rich person left this when he was traveling? It's as big as a pigeon egg." Wen Qing picked it up and examined it. "It's a real diamond. It's worth a villa in Qingcheng city and a Cayenne."
He was heartbroken: "It's a pity that things from the mission world cannot be brought back."
Although his face showed rarity, he was wearing a high-end suit, a famous watch on his wrist, and exquisite and luxurious cufflinks.
Zhao Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to this man who would die if he didn't pretend to be cool, and said disobediently: "Stop talking, dig quickly."
"Why rush? We are all here."
Wen Qing waved to the photographers who were returning to the main group.
Six people became seven, and progress was faster.
They dug out more and more things from the sand, very diverse, including cell phone cases, plastic bags, swimming rings, etc.
I didn't find it during the previous digging attempts.
This was not a good sign. Chen Yang's heartbeat was like a drum and his chest was aching. Clues emerged uncontrollably from the depths of his mind and connected together. He forced them down and forced himself to think of nothing and concentrate on digging sand.
Everything will have to wait until all the bodies are dug out.
Chen Yang planned to use his right hand. As soon as he tightened his grip on the shovel, Chao Jian grabbed his wrist.
"Use your left hand." Chao Jian pulled down his shovel.
Chen Yang said anxiously: "My left hand doesn't work anymore, I'll use my right hand. I've never used my right hand before, so I just need to bear with it."
Chao Jian stuffed the shovel into his left hand, his face cold and stern: "Don't bother me about this."
"… "
Chen Yang had to give up the idea of using his right hand.
"Handsome boy, you too." Wen Qing said in a tone of how could you be so ignorant, "The three fingers of your hand that are exerting force are all wrapped in gauze, how can you dig sand? You are so disobedient."
Chen Yang told him to shut up.
Wen Qing tilted his head and said in a friendly tone: "Then tell me something you are interested in."
"I'm not interested in any of them."
After Chen Yang finished speaking, he felt a sense of déjà vu. He stopped what he was doing and looked at Wen Qing.
As expected, I saw the boasting in the other person's eyes.
It was as if a silent announcement was made.
Next is Mr. Wen’s solo show.
Chen Yang held his forehead and said, "Go ahead."
Wen Qing's breath quickened. In this team, apart from Chao Jian, the only one whose strength was recognized by him and who had also made him feel defeated was Chen Yang.
Cross it out in Jian.
During the showing off session, the only audience member was Chen Yang, and Wen Qing leaned close to his ear excitedly.
"The sand is moving," Wen Qing said, "but the speed of movement is very slow."
Chen Yang paused, he knew it would be an exciting content.
Wen Qing was very dissatisfied with Chen Yang's reaction: "Why don't you ask me when I found out and what my mental journey was like?"
Chen Yang restrained his curiosity and said, "Ask later. We need to dig up the bodies now."
The young man tempted him: "You can chat while working."
"Try to do two things at once and you will accomplish nothing." Chen Yang was unmoved and very determined.
The hipsters are unhappy.
The stage was set, the play began, but the audience didn't buy it.
"No more digging!" Wen Qing threw the shovel away.
Zhao Yuan, who was confused about the situation, grabbed him and said, "How can that be? You can't give up halfway. The organization needs you!"
Wen Qing's struggle became weaker: "Need me?"
Zhao Yuan said: "Yes, we all need you. If you don't believe me, ask everyone."
Zhang Jinyang cooperated: "Yes."
The photographer nodded reluctantly.
Feng Chu looked at Wen Qing quietly: "Mr. Wen, we are together."
Wen Qing looked guilty: "Little brother, you are right. I am being willful. I will not leave. I want to advance and retreat with you."
"… "
When everyone stopped digging the sand, the bags were full and there were several corpses lying nearby.
Including what’s in the bag, there are fourteen in total.
Zhao Yuan put them together: "All the pieces of the puzzle are here."
"What are we going to do now?"
Chen Yang lay on the sand, unable to move a finger. He was so tired and wanted to take a nap.
But I can't sleep.
The mission is not yet complete.
Chen Yang struggled to sit up with his elbows propped up on the sand. Blood oozed from his cracked lips. He licked it off with his tongue: "Chao Jian, the bodies have all been dug out."
"Yeah." Chao Jian was looking at the sun in the sky.
Chen Yang also raised his head.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the sunlight doesn’t seem as bright as before.
"Grown, grow, grow more, gain weight! Damn! Look!" Zhao Yuan shouted with stuttering in vain.
Then came the photographer's frightened scream.
Everyone looked at one spot.
The fourteen corpses laid out in a row were growing flesh and blood bit by bit.
This bizarre scene is creepy.
Chen Yang stared at his right hand which had grown most of its flesh and blood. A vague guess popped up in his mind, and it became clear in an instant.
Time is going backwards, returning to the moment when the woman died.
The body had not yet rotted at that time, perhaps it had been buried not long ago, or it might not have been buried yet.
Zhao Yuan shouted in horror: "There's something wrong with the space in the bathhouse!"
"When we dig out all the bones, they will become body parts."
"She's not going to become a human, is she?"
"Is the mission impossible to dig, or is it possible to dig?"
"Did we go in the wrong direction from the beginning?"
"We need to bury the body parts back in the sand!"
The photographer and Zhang Jinyang also joined in on the topic, talking at once and making a mess.
“It’s gone.”
Amid the noise, a long voice was heard.
Zhao Yuan didn't hear clearly what Wen Qing said: "What do you mean by no..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes were blank.
It's the sun!
The sun is gone!
The whole bathing area was overcast.
Chao Jian stood up with the help of crutches.
Chen Yang was not frightened by his teammates' surprise, but Chao Jian's action made his nerves tense: "What's wrong?"
Chao Jian said in a low voice: "Carry me."
Chen Yang carried him on his back unconsciously, his thoughts in a mess. He wanted to ask questions, but a bunch of questions were blocking his mouth.
It's cloudy, the weather is bad...
Chen Yang held up Chao Jian's two arms and shook them.
The sentence on the small notebook was: The weather was bad, I was drinking water next to the tent, my hands were not steady, the water spilled onto the sand, and quickly seeped in.
The weather is bad, that's when it happens.
You don't have to think carefully about the second half of the sentence. You can figure out what's going on by combining it with other clues.
Chen Yang ran towards the sea with Chao Jian on his back, yelling, "Hurry, hurry into the sea! Hurry!
Zhao Yuan's body obeyed, but he couldn't react and asked, "What's wrong? Haven't we tried it? The sea is the sea."
"It's not time yet, hurry up!"
Chen Yang's mouth and nose were filled with sea breeze, choking him and making him cough non-stop: "Wenqing, take things with you, body parts, puzzle pieces, shovel, small notebook..."
"Hey, handsome guy, body parts are not bones. They are so heavy, how can we carry them?" Wen Qing took the bag away.
The bathhouse was in great disorder.
Chen Yang ran into the sea and asked Jian to put him down.
"Carry it on your back, don't let go... Slow down."
Seeing that the young man on his back was about to get off, Chen Yang had no choice but to take his arm away and support him carefully.
Chao Jian adjusted his crutches and stood steadily beside Chen Yang.
Soon, Zhao Yuan, Wen Qing, Zhang Jinyang and the photographer all ran towards Chen Yang.
Feng Chu was still staying at the beach.
Zhao Yuan shouted anxiously, "Feng Chu! Hurry up! Get to the sea!"
Feng Chu didn't move.
He stood facing the wind, his figure thin and quiet.
"ah-"
A huge wave hit, and the sound of the wind on the sea was like the howling of ghosts and wolves. The photographer screamed and was photographed disappearing in the huge wave.
Chen Yang did not fall into the sea. He grabbed Chao Jian in time. The gauze on his hands were all wet, and the salty sea water seeped into his wounds.
But he forgot the pain and just looked ahead, no sound coming out of his throat.
The photographer who was originally with them was actually at the beach, and he was caught by Feng Chu.
Wu Qing's face was extremely hideous.
However, Feng Chu didn't seem to use much strength, but the photographer couldn't break free.
The bathing area turned into a vast ocean.
The figures of Feng Chu and the photographer were submerged in the sea, as if they had never appeared.
"Feng Chu is a ghost..." Zhao Yuan murmured.
Zhang Jinyang didn't know how to describe his current mood. He was suspicious and wary of Feng Chu, thinking that he was a ghost, but when he tested him, he found that he was a living person.
Later, the photographer said that Feng Chu was dead and his wounds were rotten. Zhang Jinyang thought he was mentally ill.
The photographer refused to listen to anyone and kept yelling and cursing like crazy, insisting that Feng Chu was the dead man. However, after probing, he realized that he was wrong, and the rotten person was He Xiangrui.
Now…
Feng Chu turned out to be a ghost.
Reversed again and again.
Zhang Jinyang's already insufficient brain stopped working. He looked at the expressions of the others and it seemed that he was the only one who suffered a huge blow.
Zhao Yuan was one of the few normal people among the alternatives. He patted Zhang Jinyang on the shoulder and told him his conclusion: "Everything in the bathhouse is messed up. The water that has expired for three years is fine to drink, the electrical appliances can be used, and the people who died there are the same as the living."
"But I don't understand why he didn't let the photographer go."
Zhang Jinyang could answer this question: "Maybe the photographer tore open the plastic bag covering his wound and pushed him down hard, which probably hurt him."
And he didn't apologize in time.
When the photographer finally apologized reluctantly, Feng Chu said it was okay, with a smile on his face.
Looking back on it now, it's pretty fucking creepy.
"So what should we do now?" Zhang Jinyang asked Chen Yang. At this point, he must be aware of who the backbone of the team is.
Chen Yang looked around. In his field of vision, there was endless sea water in all directions. He said, "Go to the depths of the sea."
"Wenqing, hold the bag up high."
Chen Yang suddenly remembered and said hurriedly: "The space is changing now, the small notebook and the puzzle may not be able to prevent..."
He didn't say the word "water". He looked at the bag that Wen Qing picked up from the water.
"… "
Wen Qing took the things out of the bag and saw that all the paper was rotten.
"Handsome guy, you are smart, but it's a little late. If you had thought of this earlier and told me, I would have paid more attention to it."
Chen Yang's temple jumped violently. He stopped Zhao Yuan who was about to explode and said, "Leave this space first. Leave first."
The five people kept walking in one direction.
The pace is getting slower and slower.
Chen Yang didn't know whether he had heatstroke or his hand was hurting. He felt cold all over and was staggering, looking like he might fall into the sea at any time.
Chao Jian switched from his right side to his left side and put the crutch down: "Hold on."
Chen Yang clenched his left hand and was led forward by Chao Jian.
It's getting darker.
The only sounds on the sea were the heavy breathing of five people and the rustling sound of the water rubbing against their bodies.
Zhao Yuan was sweating profusely: "Brother, how far do we have to go?"
Wen Qing's face was pale: "You have no eyesight at all. Your brother is about to collapse. How can he have the energy to talk to you?"
"That's why I said, maybe we don't have to leave."
"Is this what we have the final say? Be patient." Wen Qing handed the bag to Zhao Yuan. He took out the wet chewing gum, peeled a piece and put it in his mouth like a heart pill.
After an unknown amount of time, the water reached their necks.
The hipster was the shortest, and his mouth was choked with water, and his chewing gum tasted salty.
Chen Yang's vision was already unclear. He shook his wet head and said, "It's at the neck now. Only the head is on top. Is that ok?"
"That should be enough."
After waiting for a while, they were still in the sea.
no.
Why not
We've come this far, haven't we
Why haven't you left this space yet? Could it be that you want them to...
A chill surged from Chen Yang's heart and instantly spread to his whole body. He pursed his blue lips and looked at Chao Jian.
"Should we..."
He bent his back toward Jian and lowered his head: "Let go of your hands, hold your breath, and hold me tight."
Chen Yang didn't understand what was going on and his left hand loosened the grip on Chao Jian's crutch. He turned to face him and put his arm around him.
Chao Jian raised his two crutches, pressed them side by side on Chen Yang's back, held him in his arms, and sank to the bottom of the sea with him.
Zhao Yuan was stunned.
"You little idiot, hurry up and follow me. What are you waiting for?" Wen Qing pushed him into the sea.
Only Zhang Jinyang and Wen Qing were left on the sea.
Zhang Jinyang's brows were knotted: "Do we have to go down?"
The hipster with thick bangs said: "Of course not."
Before Zhang Jinyang showed any expression, he heard him say, "You can also continue to float. When you can't float anymore, many fish will come to be your friends, and you will be together happily from now on."
"… "
Zhang Jinyang held his breath without saying a word and dived into the water.
Hipster spit out the salty chewing gum and rolled it into a small ball: "Don't throw it into the sea."
He put the little ball into his pocket, tied the bow tie under his collar, and straightened his suit, looking as solemn as if he was meeting a guest.
After doing this, Wen Qing closed his eyes, opened his arms, and fell into the sea.
When everyone had sunk to the bottom of the sea, the scene changed and they appeared on the beach, with wet shallows under their feet and warm sunshine above their heads.
This is the real bathing place.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind Chen Yang and the other four.
“You guys are here.”
Chen Yang's movement to turn around was paused. He grabbed Chao Jian and slowly turned his neck to look behind him.
The person who spoke was Feng Chu.
He was standing on the beach, wearing a clean white shirt and casual pants, his collar fluttering in the sea breeze.
There is a line on the neck.
The author has something to say: This story will end tomorrow, see you tomorrow.