ID number 019

"Crack" "Crack"

The soft sand was dug up and pushed aside, followed by another shovel.

The sound was rendered by the darkness, clear and eerie.

Chen Yangping's legs were a little stiff, he bent up a little bit, his insteps stretched out in a vigilant arc, and the only sound in the tent was his trying to slow down his breathing.

Everyone knows you can't leave your tent at night, so the only people who stay outside are...

"rustle"

A slight sound came to Chen Yang's eardrums, and he squeezed tightly with both hands on his abdomen.

It's footsteps!

It was the sound of shoes stepping on the sand one by one.

Someone is walking on the beach.

Chen Yang's pinched fingers throbbed, and he pursed the corners of his mouth until he lost all color. Originally, he thought it was a ghost digging the sand.

Now there is the sound of walking, he can hear it clearly, there is nothing wrong with it.

That is to say, someone was led out of the tent.

Chen Yang scraped his cold belly through his clothes with his fingertips. The mission hint was that they had to go back to sleep in the tent after sunset, and they had to stay in it until sunrise.

That means ghosts cannot enter the tent to kill them during this time period.

Tents during the day are very dangerous, and you will be killed by ghosts if you enter, but tents at night are the safest and only safe place.

Chen Yang expected that ghosts would find ways to harm people, which is why he felt so hard tonight.

But since he entered the tent until now, except for the sound of digging sand and the sound of footsteps, he has not noticed any other abnormalities. How did the ghost lure people out, and what did it do?

Chen Yang moved his body soaked in sweat slightly, his back was wet and itchy, the more he wanted to ignore it, the more intense it became, his hand hurt, he couldn't stretch it in and scratch it, it was unbearable.

Just when Chen Yang couldn't help but wanted to rub his back in the tent, the sound of digging sand outside stopped.

At the same time, the sound of the wind was gone, and the sound of the waves was gone.

The whole bath is like a dead thing, a corpse.

Chen Yang's heart stopped beating in his chest, and he lay motionless, his eyelashes that were forcibly closed together kept moving.

At this time, his imagination was so rich that he wanted to swear.

Chen Yang felt that someone came to his tent, his neck was stretched out, his face was covered with blood.

He also felt that there was someone lying next to him.

The rotting dampness felt like it was really sticking to his skin.

Hallucinations are present.

He heard a voice sighing in his ear: "It's so stuffy, I can't breathe."

Hold.

I'm also out of breath.

Chen Yang's face was pale, and he turned over mechanically, with his back facing the entrance of the tent, and stretched his arms in the deep darkness.

Nothing came across.

Chen Yang exhaled with difficulty, and felt chilly on his back in the next second. He adjusted his sleeping position again and returned to the previous lying flat position.

That's it, it's better than lying on your side.

There was no movement from the other tents. I don't know what's going on with them now, or if they heard the previous voice.

What about Chao Jane?He has puzzle pieces in his pocket, could it be...

Thinking of this, Chen Yang's breath became uncontrollably chaotic. Could it be Chao Jian who was led out of the tent?

Probably not, it wouldn't be him, Chen Yang's brows were tightly frowned, and veins bulged on his clammy neck.

"cha"

The familiar voice sounded again unsuspectingly, breaking the dead silence of the bathing place.

It started again, and the people outside dug up the sand again.

Chen Yang covered the twitching eyelids with his arms, and quietly opened his eyes.

Was it just a break?

Or, did that person dig something in the sand and continue digging without digging it out?

Chen Yang counted the sound of digging sand to kill his fear. He remembered telling Jian that he could only talk before sunrise, when he was about to wake up.

That's when there's a hazy light outside.

Chen Yang slowly opened the eyelids that were under his arms, and looked out of the tent with half of the corners of his eyes.

There is no light.

Chen Yang immediately wiped his eyelids back under his arms, and continued to count the sand with his eyes open.

When the count reached seventy, the man was still digging.

What exactly are you going to dig...

When Chen Yang counted to one hundred, his whole body was completely soaked, and he took off the arm covering his eyes.

He forgot to close his open eyes, and a little light broke into the pupils.

Chen Yang was caught off guard, he was stunned for a while before moving his stiff eyelids, is it before sunrise?

Can you speak?

Chen Yang's throat was a little dry and itchy, he swallowed the cough in time, and then his throat became more itchy, which made the blood all over his body rush to his face.

"Wait!"

The young man's shout came suddenly.

Hoarse and indistinct and loud, there are only two words, but they are wrapped in reassuring power.

Chen Yang was overjoyed, Chao Jian was not outside, he was telling himself that he couldn't go out yet, but he could talk.So Chen Yang coughed unbearably: "Cough! Cough! Cough...cough cough cough..."

The sound of digging sand was mixed with Chen Yang's coughing, which was half gloomy and half full of anger.

No more sounds.

Chen Yang coughed for a while, blushing and gasping for breath, there was still a dim light outside the tent, he didn't dare to open the tent for fear of seeing a face.

Those in the tent can't get out temporarily, and the people outside the tent are still digging sand.

It is not clear who.

Chen Yang had a plan, he asked the photographer if he was there.

The photographer's voice sounded: "I am here."

Chen Yang's expression changed drastically, because the voice came from his right.

But he is the first one, the right side is empty, the photographer is on his left, how could...

Chen Yang tensed his shoulders and asked, "Who is on my left?"

"it's me."

A clear and helpless voice came from the tent.

It's the trail leader Qingfeng.

Chen Yang's temples twitched violently, Qingfeng's tent was next to the person who died during the day, and he was the last one.

I can almost be regarded as the same as him.

Now they are leaning against each other.

The position of the tent has changed!

Others also learned about this one after another, and no one knew where they were.

This phenomenon can be discussed after sunrise. The most important thing right now is to determine who is not in the tent.

Maybe even call people back.

Chen Yang said: "Qingfeng, you continue to ask."

Qingfeng was wearing a Taoist robe, but he was not a Taoist priest, and he didn't know how to catch ghosts. He was a little scared. After entering the tent, it was like a taut string, and he didn't relax for a second, let alone sleep.

At this moment, Qingfeng was scared and sleepy, he pinched his thigh: "Which gentleman is next to me?"

no sound.

Chen Yang yelled in response: "Chao Jian, is it you, just answer me when you hear it."

This time, an extremely impatient voice sounded: "What, didn't I say something?"

Chen Yang's pale face twitched, Chao Jian was still separated from him by a tent, so he didn't hear anything unusual before.

Then voices came out of the tent one by one, and everyone used this method to determine who was around and who was not in the tent.

Soon, that person surfaced.

It's Feng Chu!

It was he who was not in the tent.

He was lured out by the ghost, and was digging the sand there for a long time.

"Damn it, how could it be Feng Chu!"

Zhao Yuan, who changed the position of the tent next to Feng Chu, cursed at him.

Zhang Jinyang on Zhao Yuan's side scolded louder than him: "What the hell do you mean, you think it shouldn't be him, it should be another one of us who went out?"

"I didn't say that." Zhao Yuan shook his head in the tent, "Now is not the time to quarrel."

"Let's see if we can call people back."

Zhong Ming shouted anxiously: "Come back! Feng Chu! Feng Chu! Come back quickly—"

"Feng Chu!"

Zhong Ming sobbed: "Don't stay outside, it can't be like that, Feng Chu, wake up!"

Qingfeng, one of the three members of the team, also shouted, "Feng Chu, hurry back to the tent!"

The two of them you shouted, I shouted.

After that came the other taskers, everyone was calling Feng Chu, trying to wake him up and call him back.

However, they yelled for a long time with no response.

The sound of digging sand continued.

The sound was mixed with Zhong Ming's crying, and it didn't help that his voice was hoarse.

Bloody despair spreads.

Feng Chu couldn't come back.

The dim light outside the tent became stronger at some point. Chen Yang didn't have a mobile phone, so he didn't know what time it was. He couldn't tell whether it was the sunrise or not through the layer of fabric.

There was a rustling sound from the left, and someone was coming.

The footsteps got closer and closer to Chen Yang, and finally stopped in front of his tent.

It's Feng Chu!

What does he want to do?

Chen Yang's eyes were bloodshot, as long as he stayed inside the tent and did not go out, the other party would not be able to come in.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

There was no movement outside the tent.

Chen Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he opened the tent abruptly.

Against the halo, the young man looked down at him.

For some reason, Chen Yang felt a little guilty. He rushed to speak in front of the other party, with a bit of a strong sense of reason: "You want to test our tacit understanding, and you can't be at this time. Scaring people can scare people to death."

Chao Jian sneered: "You can't even hear the sound of my walking."

The young man was so disrespectful, he insisted on haggling, Chen Yang came out of the tent lightly, he looked around and coughed.

When a person on crutches walks, he must first lift up the crutch and then his foot, which is different from walking with a person who can move freely.

Chen Yang was tense all night and didn't hear it for a while.

Chao Jian took the lead, and all the others followed him and left the tent.

They all look haggard.

"Brother!" Zhao Yuan ran all the way over with his long legs swinging. He is now more and more dependent on Chen Yang.

Chen Yang responded, the expression on his face froze when he caught a glimpse of something.

A figure came out from the tent between Wen Qing and Zhao Yuan, with quiet and delicate features, his white shirt was dirty, both palms hanging on the side of his trousers were scratched, and there was some blood on the knee of one leg.

The slight noise in front of the tent disappeared instantly.

Everyone stared at that man.

Feng Chu rolled up his shirt sleeves and said strangely, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

As he said that, he walked towards everyone. The cowardly He Xiangrui wanted to retreat but did not dare to separate from the team, his strong body trembling unceasingly.

"What are you guys..." Feng Chu saw that something was wrong with everyone, he stopped at a distance, and put down his arms half rolled up.

Chen Yang looked normal and asked, "You've been in the tent?"

Feng Chu said, "Yes."

There was a sound of inhalation.

Chen Yang asked Feng Chu again: "Have you been out?"

"What did I come out for?" Feng Chu asked suspiciously, "You can't come out at night, it's a taboo, I know, how could I still do that."

He Xiangrui yelled in fear: "Then why didn't you answer when we called you?"

"Did you call me?" Feng Chu stroked the back of his head, "I fell asleep, I didn't hear it."

No one spoke.

Fall asleep can't you hear me?How many times did they shout?

Especially Zhong Ming, who yelled so much...

Chen Yang suddenly asked: "Where is Zhong Ming?"

"Did Zhong Ming come out?" He asked immediately, looking through the group of people to see the tent.

Then everyone remembered that they hadn't seen Zhong Ming.

He Xiangrui remembered that when he reported his location, Zhong Ming was on his left, and he walked quickly to the other party's tent and shouted a few times.

"Bell name? Bell name!"

He Xiangrui was dumbfounded: "No, no sound."

Zhao Yuan kicked Zhong Ming's tent twice, but there was still no reaction inside.

No, not in the tent.

Zhong Ming is not there.

This was a tingling signal. Everyone realized something, and each of them held their breath.

"Dig the sand..."

Chen Yang stroked Chao Jian's crutches, thinking of something, he raised his voice in vain: "The sound of sand is coming from behind!"

After saying that, he pulled Chao Jane around the tent, and shouted as he walked, "Go find it, there must be a place that has been dug up."

The others, who were dumbfounded, acted one after another.

After a while, they gathered in a place behind the tent.

In front of them was a large, damp sandpit with a dead body inside.

Lying on all fours, head down, back arched, as if looking for something, desperately burrowing into the pit.

Hoodie, slacks, curly hair.

It is the bell name.