What's going on when this mission has just begun
Chen Yang's heart was pounding like thunder, but he remained expressionless.
This Feng Chu gave him a very strange feeling, not the one they met in the illusion.
Feng Chu looked up at the sky and said, "Come find me in the evening."
He stared at Chen Yang and the other four: "Remember, evening."
After saying that, he walked towards the two tents at the bathing area.
The two tents were next to each other, one red and one yellow. Feng Chu entered the yellow one.
Chen Yang withdrew his gaze from the yellow tent and moved to the red tent next to it.
"Feng Chu is an NPC?" Zhao Yuan was full of doubts about his life.
Chen Yang walked a few steps to the shore and sat down on the ground. His eyes went dark and he lay down directly: "NPC plus evil spirit."
Zhao Yuan unconsciously moved closer, caught a glimpse of Chao Jian's figure, and immediately made room for him.
Chao Jian threw his crutches to the ground and fell into the sand next to Chen Yang.
His face was as cold and pale as jade, his hair and pajamas were a little messy, and he looked more disheveled than ever before.
Zhao Yuan went to lie on the other side of Chen Yang. They came from the bottom of the sea in the illusion, and their bodies were very dry, without a drop of water.
But the fatigue and exhaustion are real.
"Brother, are you saying that the real evil spirit in this mission is Feng Chu?" Zhao Yuan lay on his side, facing Chen Yang, "He is a cross-dresser, and the woman in the red dress on the puzzle is him?"
"That means he is putting together his own photos and digging up his own corpse..."
"You're getting more excited the more you talk." Wen Qing flicked the non-existent dust off his suit, "How can I not tell the difference between men and women?"
"Besides, isn't it a hooliganism for a cross-dresser to go into the women's locker room to take a shower?"
Zhao Yuan didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Zhang Jinyang, whose brain froze, saw that Zhao Yuan was such an idiot, and he felt that he could still save him.
"Dude, those are two tents." Zhang Jinyang pointed to him.
Zhao Yuan suddenly started to realize, yes, how could he have forgotten about this.
There are two tents, indicating that there are two people in this mission.
"Feng Chu just entered the yellow tent," Zhao Yuan sat up quickly, "The red tent could be the one on the puzzle..."
"What are you yelling about? It's a headache." Wen Qing interrupted Zhao Yuan, "Little idiot, it's already been so long, why don't you understand? The story behind this mission is that one day, a man and a woman came to the bathhouse. They set up a tent and waited for the sunrise and sunset."
Zhao Yuan glared: "Isn't this my imagination?"
Wen Qing said in surprise: "You don't even have a brain, where do you get your imagination from?"
Zhao Yuan: “…”
He ignored Wen Qing and seriously replaced the headless ghost in his mind with Feng Chu, then thought about it and spoke it out.
"Feng Chu and the woman in the red skirt were companions. They came to the beach to play. He suddenly had evil intentions and dragged her from the women's locker room to the men's locker room under the control of lust. He wanted to do something bad to her, but he was killed in the end. His head was chopped off and the rest of his body was buried in the sand pit."
Zhao Yuan said clearly, "The body in the sand pit is gone. Feng Chu got up and walked away on his own. He took revenge after his death and killed and dismembered the body in a more cruel way."
"I didn't expect that the woman's resentment was so great that she turned into a fierce ghost. Our target of this mission is her."
Zhao Yuan swallowed his saliva and said, "I was right about everything."
Just as he finished his summary, he heard Chen Yang say, "Feng Chu is not a headless ghost."
The cold water was poured so suddenly and fiercely that Zhao Yuan was stunned on the spot.
Chen Yang said: "The body shape is not similar. The headless figure is wearing gray clothes and has the body shape of a middle-aged man."
He insisted on his opinion that the other party was either the murderer or the previous batch of task performers, one of the two.
There is no answer in the bathhouse in the fantasy world, but this bathhouse should have one.
Chen Yang glanced at Zhao Yuan, whose eyes were dull, and said, "But your imagination is not entirely wrong."
Zhao Yuan immediately came out of his critical mood. His mind worked quickly, and he spoke without thinking, "It turns out that there are not only two characters in this story, but three. What role does the headless ghost play?"
"And Feng Chu, what about him? Could it be that he is just an NPC who issues quests?"
No one answered.
Zhang Jinyang had more question marks on his head than Zhao Yuan. Chen Yang was distracted, Chao Jian fell asleep, and Wen Qing was posing and looking at the sea in a pretentious manner.
"… "
Zhao Yuan stared at the blue sky and white clouds. The sky was clear and blue. "Isn't evening the sunset? It's related to sunrise and sunset."
"When the time comes, we will go to the tent to find Feng Chu. He will give us a mission, but I don't know what it is."
"The passage of time here should be normal. The sun won't rise or set suddenly."
Chen Yang lowered his eyelids and said, "Look at the sun. It's still early for sunset."
He curled up his hands that were numb from the pain, turned over to avoid the not-so-strong sunlight, and said tiredly, "Let's all take a break."
Zhang Jinyang couldn't calm down. He just wanted to finish the task quickly and go back: "Do you still need to rest? There will definitely be no more physical work later."
"Brother, don't set random flags." Zhao Yuan felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Zhang Jinyang: “…”
When the hipster show-off was over, the four people on the beach were all fast asleep.
The two people in the middle were so close together that their noses were almost touching.
Wen Qing's leather shoes stepped on the fine sand. He slowly walked around the heads of the two men, squatted down, and stretched his neck to get closer.
Chao Jian suddenly raised his eyelids, his scarlet eyes filled with coldness and cruelty: "Get lost."
"Li Mao, don't be so angry." Wen Qing held his cheek and smiled, "You are really a person. You were sleeping one second and woke up the next. Your reaction was not slow at all. You are not human."
He pointed at the sleeping Chen Yang and said, "What is this? The food in the nest?"
Chao Jian glanced at Wen Qing's finger, which was about to poke Chen Yang's cheek. He frowned and raised his hand to open it.
There is a "pop" sound.
Chen Yang opened his eyes dazedly: "What's wrong?"
Chao Jian said, "There are mosquitoes."
Chen Yang was too tired, and before he had time to think about Mosquito he fell into a deep sleep.
The hipster blew on his slapped finger and said, "This bathhouse has a real seasonal climate. There are indeed mosquitoes in April. Otherwise, why do I admire you so much? Your improvisations are logical and sophisticated."
Chao Jian sat up, grabbed the hair on his forehead with one hand and casually stroked it back. His eyes fell on the scar behind Chen Yang's left ear, and he rubbed it a few times with his fingers hidden in the hair.
The topic of the literary youth drifted to another topic: "Is it fun to raise a pet? How about I raise one myself?"
"Oh, forget it. The person I brought up step by step may not be a tacit partner, but a traitor. In order to protect myself, he took my life when I was not paying attention. I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to die like that. It's too boring."
The hipster tossed a coin and went to sit under the awning.
Chao Jian faced the sea, his eyes half open and half closed. He seemed to be looking at the waves, absorbed in it.
However, the person next to him waved his hand, as if trying to find something, and Chao Jian immediately stretched out an arm.
His arm was grabbed.
The person in his sleep felt pain, his fingers twitched slightly, and a muffled groan of pain came from his throat, but he did not loosen his hands.
Chao Jian pulled the corner of his lips helplessly.
Chen Yang woke up and his complexion recovered a little. He pulled Chao Jian to look for clues and asked Wen Qing to look after the two physical strength workers who were still sleeping.
The hipsters were enjoying the sea breeze, eating and drinking under the awning, feeling very comfortable.
Chen Yang walked a few steps and turned back: "Is your phone still charged? Let me use it."
The hipster drank a sip of Coke and said, "There is electricity, but a dip in the sea is enough to kill you."
Chen Yang didn't expect this result: "Not waterproof?"
Wen Qing was shocked: "Can mobile phones be waterproof? I don't know. My teacher didn't tell me."
Chen Yang: “…”
His emotions did not explode, but sank instead: "Wen Qing, the mission is almost over, don't joke around now."
"It's boring that he never takes any roles." Wen Qing took out his cell phone from his pocket and threw it to Chen Yang.
Chao Jian took the phone for Chen Yang, pressed a few buttons, and threw it back to Wen Qing.
This series of actions left Chen Yang silent.
Among the five of them, three had cell phones, but all of them were broken. Why did I suddenly have a bad feeling
The pain in his hand quickly blocked Chen Yang's thoughts. He smelled a foul odor from the gauze, and the flesh under his nails was infected and festered.
The gauze cannot be removed yet and must be kept covered. The wound is completely exposed and it will hurt more if you accidentally touch it.
My fingers are connected to my heart. When my hands hurt, my heart aches and my head also hurts.
Chen Yang comforted himself in his heart that there was still good news. The progress of this task was almost complete, and only the cause and effect were missing.
Besides, the overall background of the mission was correct, the original speculation was not overturned, and the so-called exception was a mistake.
Chen Yang suddenly rushed under the awning: "Did you know that Feng Chu was not the tasker?"
Wen Qing blinked: "What do you mean?"
Chen Yang's forehead twitched. "I was wondering why you were handing out chewing gum for no apparent reason and even started chatting with Feng Chu. It turns out that you felt that you had been waiting for a long time, and the game didn't meet your expectations, so you couldn't help but take action yourself. You found an excuse to approach him and test him to see how he would react. You even said something like your neck and head would be separated. Maybe you even provoked him."
Wen Qing showed an innocent expression: "I even gave you some chewing gum."
Chen Yang said: "We are all supporting roles, the protagonist is Feng Chu."
The innocence on Wen Qing's face disappeared, and he put down the Coke: "Handsome guy..."
It's really a love-hate thing.
Chen Yang pulled out an empty chair and sat down: "How did you find out Feng Chu's identity?"
"Did something happen in the bathhouse before Chao Jian and I came here?"
Wen Qing said lightly: "Nothing happened."
"I was the first one to arrive. I was the only one in the bathhouse at that time. I was very bored. I waited in the dark for the idiots. I didn't expect you to come. I was just about to have a touching reminiscence with you, but it was suddenly ruined by that little brother. I was a little angry."
"I got angry and shone the flashlight over there, wanting to see which idiot it was. I found that his tone was that of fear, but his body reaction was not. What a surprise. I was no longer angry. I welcomed his arrival. Oh, I shouldn't say that. We are the guests. Anyway, I am very happy."
Chen Yang said angrily: "Feng Chu's identity is related to the mission, and you kept it a secret."
Wen Qing said strangely, "Don't you know what kind of person I am? I thought you knew me inside out after our trip to the train station."
Chen Yang: “…”
The young man pouted and said, "Don't just blame me. Don't forget the person next to you."
Chen Yang turned his head to look at Chao Jian, and stood up impatiently: "Is there anything else you can do?"
Chao Jian looked normal: "No."
The young man squatted on a chair, watching the fun like a bystander: "He lied, he lied!"
Chen Yang observed his partner: "You say."
Chao Jian was impatient: "What are you talking about? You're not going to look for clues?"
Chen Yang said, "It won't take that long."
Chao Jian's face twitched slightly.
"I asked you before if Feng Chu was dead, and you said no." Chen Yang flipped through his memories.
Chao Jian said calmly, "Your original question was, Feng Chu may have died the night before."
Before Chen Yang could confirm whether his memory was confused or Chao Jian was lying, Wen Qing raised his hand and said, "Hearing this, I have to ask for justice."
"Handsome guy, since you asked that, it's true. Chestnut Hair didn't lie."
Chen Yang: “…”
He thought about it carefully and realized that was the question he asked at that time.
There was indeed nothing wrong with Chao Jian's answer. Feng Chu was dead from the beginning.
Chen Yang was speechless. He failed to settle the score but was instead being set upon. He pretended nothing had happened and asked Chao Jian, "Then how did you know? You have been with me the whole time and you didn't have a chance to investigate alone."
Chao Jian said, "It tastes wrong."
Chen Yang couldn't understand the taste he was talking about: "Feng Chu has the characteristics of a living person in the illusion."
Chao Jian was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about his words. After a while, he gave a brief answer: "There is still a difference."
Chen Yang was speechless. This person's hearing, vision and sense of smell were all different from those of ordinary people. It was unknown whether it was innate or a result of later development.
He is more inclined to be a natural, who has nothing to do with cultivating his senses.
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
After Chen Yang asked the question, he wanted to withdraw it. Teacher Xiao Chao never gave him a direct answer, and Wen Qing did not reveal it either.
His eyes roamed over the two of them: "You two are indeed the same kind."
Just leave after saying that.
The young man glanced at the tall boy who was left behind and said, "Oh, you thought that he didn't care anymore and that the matter was over. You felt relieved and your tone of voice softened a lot, but it was useless."
Chao Jian left on crutches without saying a word.
The literary youth thought with glee that it was not fun to cultivate a habit, and if one failed to grasp the right measure, it would easily cause a fire, so it was better not to do it.
Chen Yang stayed away from Wen Qing's interference and gradually regained his senses. He listened to the sound of crutches behind him and thought about things in his mind. In fact, Feng Chu had many flaws.
The only one from Penang.
I couldn't hear their screams, and I left the tent and got covered in wet sand but didn't die, and I couldn't give a convincing explanation.
These are all flaws.
Also, Feng Chu said that his ID number was the same as theirs, also seven digits.
Chen Yang now thinks back to the beginning of the mission. When Zhao Yuan was giving the newbies scientific knowledge, he only mentioned the ID number. They did not take out their ID numbers to discuss the topic in depth like Xiao Yindao did.
How did Feng Chu know that everyone’s ID number was seven digits
Despite all the inconsistencies, the variable Feng Chu has always been shrouded in a veil.
Until more clues emerged, they finally discovered that the beach was the sea, an illusion, and everything in the bathing place was wrong, and the veil completely disappeared.
Chen Yang's pace slowed down. He stopped and asked without turning back, "I have come into contact with Feng Chu quite a few times. Aren't you worried that I might offend him?"
There was no intention of blaming or complaining, just curiosity. Chen Yang really wanted to peek into the boy's inner world, and whenever there was a chance, he would seize it unconsciously.
A hoarse voice came from behind: "The Feng Chu in the illusion is just accompanying the tasker, he is not aggressive."
Chen Yang turned back subconsciously: "The one who killed someone is..."
He paused: "Female ghost?"
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
"The photographer also died at her hands. Feng Chu was holding his body."
Chen Yang no longer spent his mind on this matter. He smelled the fishy smell in his fingers and said, "Go check for clues. My hands hurt so much."
Chao Jian frowned and said, "If you are infected, just go back."
Chen Yang nodded.
Feng Chu met them at sunset.
Before that, they had to get to the bottom of this story.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian were walking around in the bathhouse. The furnishings and structures here were the same as in the illusion.
There are differences as well.
The items in the shed were not expired, and there were more small signs at the ticket office, including the sign for locker 335 where the female corpse lay.
Chen Yang took the small sign and went to the women's locker room to open it. The locker was empty. He then went to the men's locker room and there was no long hair on the bench.
There was nothing in the cabinet where a large number of puzzles were found before.
It seems that all the clues related to the mission are in the illusion, and they are all given to them.
Chen Yang didn't understand, so what were they asking them to come here for
The rules won't let them off so easily.
Chen Yang took Chao Jian to two toilets, and the small advertisements on the cubicle doors were there.
Seeing Chen Yang trying to close the water tank, Chao Jian frowned and stopped him, "Don't do it."
Chen Yang also knew that there couldn't be any more puzzle pieces in the water tank, but he couldn't think of any other direction, so he could only look in the direction he could think of.
Chao Jian said, "Go to the shed."
"I've seen them all." said Chen Yang.
"Again."
Soon, Chen Yang followed Chao Jian and appeared in the largest shed in the bathing beach. In front of them were all kinds of beach supplies.
Chao Jian used his crutch to push the plastic stool in front of him, put away the crutch and sat down.
Chen Yang glanced at the floor-standing electric fan and remembered that this was the first shed they entered in the illusion. Zhao Yuan had turned on the fan, which scared everyone.
"Teacher Xiao Chao, do you have any instructions?" Chen Yang turned on the fan and asked while the wind was blowing.
He glanced at Jane and said, "I don't role-play."
Chen Yang: “…”
Chao Jian looked him in the eye and said, "Don't look around blindly. Observe first, especially for common items."
When Chen Yang heard the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but retort: "It's all here."
Chao Jian's facial muscles twitched slightly: "Where are the pills?"
Chen Yang's eyelids jumped, and he coughed: "The bag is still there, but water has entered it. The pills... you know."
Chao Jian looked at him without saying a word.
Chen Yang stopped talking. This scene was so similar to the one where Wen Qing told him that all the paper things were rotten.
There was a whirring sound in the shed and the atmosphere was very subtle.
Chen Yang did not speak for himself in front of his partner. The pills had indeed dissolved because he had not kept them properly. He also forgot to ask the other party to eat all the pills before going into the sea.
I can’t remember, it was too chaotic.
Chen Yang looked around and searched, then leaned against the goods stall to catch his breath.
Since their partner suggested that they return, he must have suspected that there were some clues here.
With this in mind, Chen Yang searched again and returned to the goods stall, breathing even faster than last time. He looked at the setting sun outside.
I fully experienced what it means for time to slip through my fingers silently.
Chen Yang leaned towards the young man. The lukewarm wind blew on his face. His opened pores began to shrink inward and he shivered.
"Let's go somewhere else."
Chao Jian's breath was very irritable: "Have you finished looking?"
Chen Yang wiped his sweat: "Yeah."
Chao Jian: “Heh.”
Chen Yang felt a chill down his spine. His partner's smile was like hail in the daytime, mixed with a tornado and sandstorm.
To sum it up, it's scary.
Chao Jian picked up his cane and tapped his calf: "I've been sitting here for a long time, why don't you ask me to get up, search the plastic stool I'm sitting on, and check the electric fan I'm using."
It didn't hurt, but Chen Yang still felt like he didn't do his homework well and was punished by the teacher.
"This shouldn't be..."
Chen Yang pushed the floor fan with his left hand. There seemed to be something at the raised bottom. He stopped the sound instantly and squatted down to check.
There was half a piece of newspaper under the electric fan.
Chen Yang sat down on the ground with rapid breathing, spread out the newspaper and started reading.
There was a piece of news on it, telling about a tragic murder at this bathing place.
On April 19, a pair of college students from Penang C University set up a tent on the beach.
That night, one of the female students, Li, went to the locker room to take a shower. Zhang, the staff member guarding the locker room, had evil intentions and dragged her to the men's locker room when she came out in cool clothes.
Li was unfortunately strangled to death during the struggle.
The murderer mentioned in his confession that he had no intention of killing anyone. It was because Li kept screaming before her death that he was afraid of being discovered by her companions, so he accidentally strangled her to death in the chaos.
Feng, a male student who was traveling with them, confessed that he and Li met on the Internet, and after they discovered that they were from the same school, they began to interact more frequently.
The ideal life for both of them is facing the sea with spring flowers blooming, so they took a trip to the beach.
According to Feng, he was sleeping in the tent at the time and did not hear any sound.
Shortly after the incident, the murderer Zhang and the male student Feng died mysteriously one after another.
Chen Yang leaned closer to look at the uncensored parts of the three people in the newspaper.
The murderer Zhang was wearing grey clothes, the victim Li was wearing a red skirt, and Feng was Feng Chu, wearing the white shirt.
That’s right.
The relationships between the characters are clear.
There are only three characters in the whole story, the murderer and a pair of good friends.
The murderer appeared as a headless figure, the female friend was a ghost and a puzzle photo, and the male was mixed in with them.
Chen Yang recalled the first night when they were shouting at each other, but Feng Chu was sleeping so soundly that he didn't hear anything.
At that time, no one believed Feng Chu.
Chen Yang remembered that Feng Chu looked at them one by one, and finally stopped at him. He recalled the other party's words in his ears, "Mr. Chen, do you believe me?"
At that time, Chen Yang chose to tell the truth, and Feng Chu's answer was that he understood.
Chen Yang could no longer remember the changes in expression and emotions on Feng Chu's face when he said those three words.
Chen Yang put the newspaper back, picked up the electric fan and put it on again.
He sorted out the details in the clues and found that at the time of the crime, Feng Chu in the tent really did not hear the cry for help.
The bloody scratches on the shovel belonged to the girl. After her death, she held such a strong grudge that she not only killed the murderer who tried to insult her, but also brutally killed her best friend who "did not help her".
The villain in this story is a headless figure. He harmed two college students because he couldn't control his lower body.
Chen Yang supported Chao Jian's knees and stood up. After a moment of silence, he sighed. Feng Chu said that he didn't want to die. He hadn't even finished his freshman year, and the same went for the female students.
Like he said, life has just begun.
"Let's go." Chao Jian stood up with the help of crutches.
Chen Yang said "hmm", turned off the fan, and followed Chao Jian.
At sunset, Chen Yang and four others went to look for Feng Chu.
The tent was quiet, without any sound, and the red one next door was shrouded in a layer of death.
Zhao Yuan and Zhang Jinyang had already learned the whole story from Chen Yang. Apart from expressing their feelings, they did not have too many thoughts. They themselves who were half-dead, and Qingfeng Zhongming and others who were already dead, which one of them was not innocent
Feng Chu and the other two are ghosts in the mission world. They are the taskers and have an opposing relationship.
“When you go out, be more cautious, be more alert, and trust your companions.”
Zhao Yuan scratched his head: "Such a tragedy would not have happened."
"I don't think so." Zhang Jinyang crossed his arms. "The points you mentioned can be applied to most tragedies. It's useless. They will still happen."
Zhao Yuan choked.
The hipster was squatting on the ground playing with coins, not participating in the topic. He lowered his head towards Jian and pinched the last few milk slices.
Chen looked up at the tent, and the look Feng Chu gave him and Chao Jian flashed through his mind.
At that time, he was very puzzled as to why Feng Chu looked at them with envy and what he envied.
Now that he knew, Feng Chu envied them for being able to trust each other.
Always trust each other.
The tent was opened and Feng Chu walked out. He didn't look at Chen Yang and the others. He walked to the red tent next door, unzipped it, went in, and threw out a bag.
Then another one was thrown out.
After a while, a pair of bags appeared on the ground.
After Feng Chu threw the last one, Chen Yang, who was used to counting, knew the number of bags.
A number that made him feel very uneasy.
fourteen.
There were body parts in the bag.
The final step of the mission is for them to...
Chen Yang began to sweat on his back. He stared at Feng Chu's pale lips and saw them opening and closing as he said something.
After hearing the content, Chen Yang's ears began to buzz.
"Bury it, bury it?" Zhao Yuan, a grown man, collapsed. Now he understood how tricky the task was.
Feng Chu said: "You have to bury them in the right place before it gets completely dark."
Zhao Yuan, the main player in physical labor, died.
Another main force, Zhang Jinyang, also died.
Chen Yang's hand was in so much pain that he could only breathe a sigh of relief, and he was almost in a state of leaving his body.
Feng Chuan walked quietly towards his tent. The moment he bent down to go in, he turned his back to Chen Yang and the others, and his head suddenly turned 180 degrees, facing them with a pale face, dilated pupils, and a sinister roar coming from his mouth.
“Don’t use the wrong shovel!”
The air froze instantly.
Chen Yang asked loudly: "Where's the shovel?"
Zhao Yuan grabbed the bag next to him: "Here, here, here!"
Chen Yang's heart, which had risen to his throat, fell back.
The shovel is key.
The headless ghost showed them the way in order to escape from the illusion created by Feng Chu's resentment.
Chen Yang looked at the shovel in the bag. Fortunately, they brought it with them.
But even with a shovel, the task was still difficult as the body parts had to be buried in the correct location.
Even if the puzzle wasn't soaked, it would be useless because the corpse buried in the sand wouldn't match the one above.
The order is messed up.
Zhao Yuan gave up thinking and waited for his teammates who were still alive to come. He said, "Brother, before you asked us to dig out a corpse, you took a picture of its location with your phone. Did you expect this?"
Chen Yang shook his head. He just felt that it was safer that way.
"It's my fault," sighed the hipster. "I wish I had a waterproof phone."
Zhao Yuan said, "What's the point of your phone being waterproof? You were rarely there during the sand excavation and didn't take any photos."
"Campus Prince, why are you interrupting me? I haven't finished talking yet."
Wen Qing curled his lips: "There are more to come."
Zhao Yuan made a "you say" gesture.
"But even if we have a waterproof phone and take photos of the locations of all the bodies, it's still useless. When we get here, the data on our phones will definitely be cleared. The rules won't allow us to cheat."
Wen Qing pointed to his head: "It's the only place to rely on."
The final part of this task is that they have to rely on their own memory to bury the body parts according to the location where they dug up the corpse.
"It's sunset now, and our mission requires us to bury all the body parts before it gets completely dark, and we can only use a shovel. This is impossible."
Zhao Yuan's collapsed face was enveloped by the setting sun, which looked funny and handsome: "Even if we remember the location, we still can't bury any of them. There is simply not enough time."
"Yeah, that's impossible." Wen Qing hummed, "So what?"
Zhao Yuan's brain froze: "So what?"
"The mission only says to bury the body in the correct location, but not how deep. We just need to bury the body in the sand."
Chen Yang thought hard: "The first thing we dug out was the corpse's right hand, and the second was the right arm. I remember both locations, so let's bury them first."
"I remember the fourteenth corpse!" Zhao Yuan said excitedly, "It's the left hand of the female corpse. I know where it is!"
"Then let's bury the ones we can't make a mistake with first, and then recall the ones we remember, one wave at a time."
After Chen Yang finished speaking, he pulled his partner aside.
"Do you remember?"
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian expectantly.
In the previous three missions, he would also show this look to Chao Jian at some point, and the angle of his neck tilted back was no different, as if it was a copy, and it had become an instinct after being done so many times.
Chao Jian's answer was also a copy: "Use your own brain."
When Chen Yang heard this, he felt relieved. His pale face turned a little red: "When I can't remember, you remind me."
Chao Jian didn't say anything.
Chen Yang suddenly patted his head.
Chao Jian's crutches froze: "What are you doing?"
Chen Yang said: "Luckily I have you."
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang added: "You are really capable."
“That’s enough!”
The bathing beach was covered by a large expanse of orange sunset, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
The sea breeze is cool.
Chen Yang was looking at the bag containing Zhao Yuan's body parts. He glanced at a place on the beach where Feng Chu was sitting, putting together a jigsaw puzzle. His palms and knees were rotten.
Before he died, he also fell on the reef on the left.
Just when Chen Yang was about to retract his gaze, Feng Chu's head fell down.
It looks like someone just twisted it off.
The head fell to the side, and Feng Chu's neck was empty. He was still piecing together the remaining pieces.
The background of the puzzle is at the seaside, and there is a man and a woman on it, a boy in a white shirt and a girl in a red skirt.
Perhaps because he had been in contact with it for a few days, Chen Yang was not so scared. He watched Feng Chu put his head back on, thinking that his head was twisted off by a female ghost and she buried him in the sand.
Because they both love the sea and want to live by the sea, facing the sea and with flowers blooming in spring.
This way I can stay here forever.
Zhao Yuan's frightened cry attracted Chen Yang's attention.
"It's the head!" Zhao Yuan pointed at the things in the bag and shouted, "Is there another head? How could there be this? It's not in the illusion!"
Chen Yang's face looked very ugly.
The fragment of the head was pure white, and they couldn't find it, and had no idea where to put it.
How to bury it now
The glow from the bathing area had already faded.
The author has something to say: The fourth story has ended and the fifth is about to begin.
I’m sending out a wave of small red envelopes. All the cute little ones who pop up before the update tomorrow night are here. See you tomorrow night.