ID number 019

The starlet Zhong Ming died.

"It seems that Zhong Ming was lured out of the tent by a ghost and came here to dig the sand."

Zhao Yuan rubbed the goosebumps on his neck, and suddenly found something wrong: "Ghosts are not allowed to enter the tent at night, so who said that voice when they signed up for the call?"

"The name of Zhong also called out..."

Zhao Yuan pointed to Feng Chu who was standing by the bunker with a dazed expression: "I still called him, many times."

The people around were immersed in their own worlds, and no one helped Zhao Yuan solve his doubts.

Zhao Yuan wanted to call Chen Yang, but before he could pronounce the word "Brother", he put a hand on his shoulder.

Wen Qing leaned forward: "School grass, he's not your real brother, and we haven't known each other for long, so you can't get over that kind of strength, or you'll be whipped by a crutch."

"I'm just..." Zhao Yuan's ears turned red.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about the boy's heart. I will solve the problem for you. Generally, there are only two possibilities for the situation you mentioned."

Wen Qing raised a finger with the hand on Zhao Yuan's shoulder: "One, it may be the ghost standing by the tent imitating his shouting. The sound is not much different from the one in the tent. We are disturbed by various factors. Didn't notice the subtle difference."

Zhao Yuan's resistance to Wen Qing eased a bit: "What about the second type?"

Wen Qing raised her finger again: "Two..."

"He was the one who shouted at that time. He was hooked out of the tent and died in the sandpit later."

Zhao Yuan's whole body was hairy: "Then who is digging the sand?"

Wen Qing's raised fingers tilted towards the side of the sandpit: "You are young, and your brain is so hard to use, isn't there a ready-made suspicious person?"

These words are equivalent to clarifying something, Qingfeng and Zhang Jinyang both looked at it.

Feng Chu showed an inexplicable grievance, he couldn't laugh or cry: "If I go out, how can I still stand here?"

"Ask yourself." Zhang Jinyang's eyes were full of sarcasm and fear of the unknown, "You said you were sleeping, do you think we are mentally retarded?"

"We signed up one by one. Everyone heard it and signed up, except you."

The photographer also sent a message at this time: "Since you dare to use the excuse of falling asleep, don't blame us for being suspicious."

Although He Xiangrui and Qingfeng didn't say anything, they looked at Feng Chu with suspicion.

On the old man's side, Zhao Yuan wanted to reconcile the atmosphere, but he didn't know how to do it. Wen Qing was just watching the show.

Chen Yang was thinking about something, leaning on a crutch towards Jian and looking at the sea, his breath was cool with aloofness.

Feng Chu looked over one by one, stopping at a figure: "Mr. Chen, do you believe me?"

Chen Yang came back to his senses, he was at a loss for what to do with the boy, and said honestly: "I am far away from your tent."

So I can't just trust you.

"I understand." Feng Chu twitched the corner of his pale lips. He didn't explain anything, but kept a distance from everyone with lowered eyes, walked not far away and sat down.

In such a living environment, weird people and things will be unanimously guarded against.

Regarding the non-response in the night, Feng Chu only gave a "sleeping to death, I didn't hear", which is really unreasonable.

As soon as Feng Chu left, the air around the bunker no longer froze.

Chen Yang looked at Zhong Ming's body. The ghost took the trouble to lure him out of the tent. Digging such a bunker would not just provide a place to die.

The pose of the corpse is that of looking for something in the pit.

What are you looking for...

Chen Yang wanted someone to get Zhong Ming's body out, but he was too timid to do so, and he only cared about whether the game was exciting enough or fun.

With no other choice, Chen Yang could only turn his head to look at his partner.

Frowning at Jane, she pried the corpse up with a cane.

"bang"

A muffled sound sounded, and the corpse was sunk in the sand, facing upwards, with both hands curled up in front of him, holding something in their hands.

It is a small book.

Chen Yang's thoughts became clear at this moment, the ghost made people dig the sand for this thing.

"Great progress." Wen Qing squatted over.

Chen Yang squinted: "Aren't you curious about what's in the little book?"

"I'm curious." Wen Qing said disgustedly, "But I really hate dead bodies recently, it's so disgusting, I don't want to touch them."

Chen Yang: "..."

"Several people, who will help me?" Wen Qing yelled, "The key clue has come out, and it is held in the hands of the dead body. Someone come and take out the book."

Qingfeng and the others were silent.

Wen Qing looked at Chen Yang sympathetically: "Handsome guy, I yelled for you, but unfortunately no one wants to, so you have to come."

Just as Zhao Yuan wanted to say "Then I'll do it", Zhang Jinyang swaggered past.

Walking with a gust of iron and blood.

"I can't pull it apart." Zhang Jinyang grabbed the corpse's hands.

Chen Yang looked at the corpse's fingers, each of which seemed to be convulsed, and kept holding things as they died.

The skin of the hands was wrinkled, as if soaked in water.

The rest of the exposed skin is very white.

When Chen Yang discovered something, he asked Zhang Jinyang to pick up both hands of the corpse, and he moved his head forward to watch it closely.

Zhang Jinyang cooperated with Chen Yang: "Are you ready?"

As a black boxer, he has seen many bloody scenes and dead people, but this is the first time he has come into contact with a corpse like this, and he feels a little apprehensive in his heart.

"I can't open my hands, I can't take out the notebook, I think it's better to think about it..."

"Water plants."

Zhang Jinyang didn't hear what Chen Yang said, he asked, "What?"

Chen Yang pointed it out to him: "There are water plants in this piece of nail."

Zhang Jinyang followed Chen Yang's guidance, his broken eyebrows raised in surprise: "It really is, it's really aquatic plants."

Chen Yang inspected the corpse with all his attention, trying his best not to miss a small detail.

In addition to water plants, there is mud in the nails.

There is not much broken sand in the snout area, and there are some traces of foam under the sand.

Chen Yang looked up at Chao Jian: "His symptoms..."

"Drowning to death." Chao Jian said.

Others gathered around, including Feng Chu who was sitting not far away.

"I have accidentally photographed a drowned body before," said the photographer. "This one fits perfectly, and it is indeed the cause of death."

He Xiangrui looked around while talking, neurotic: "How could it be drowned... This is too wicked."

Zhao Yuan had a sudden thought: "Did he be thrown into the sea by a ghost, and dragged back into the sandpit after he drowned?"

Wen Qing smiled and said to Zhao Yuan, "This is unnecessary."

Zhao Yuan choked.

He countered again: "Then why do people drown when they die in a bunker?"

"Yeah, why, good question..."

Wen Qing murmured and fell onto the sand, squinting her eyes to look at the glow in the sky.

It took a lot of effort to get out the little book that the corpse held between its fingers.

The body was drowned, but the notebook was dry inside and out, with no trace of water.

Chen Yang gently touched it with his gauze-wrapped fingertips.

The small book has only one page with a sentence on it.Written in clear blue ballpoint pen.

[The weather was bad, I was drinking water by the tent, I couldn't hold it steady, the water spilled on the sand, and it seeped down quickly. 】

Everyone was very disappointed. They thought they could see clearer tasks, such as the location of the scattered puzzle pieces, or the story background of the ghosts in the bathing place.

In the end, there was only one line of words, and the content was like a running account.

"What do you mean? I took a single-digit Chinese test, but I can't read comprehension..."

Wen Qing tsk-tsk: "Who can help mark the key points."

Qingfeng tried to say the main point of the sentence on the small book: "The weather is bad."

Nothing else.

The sentence in the middle is meaningless, and the second half is common sense. If water is sprinkled into the sand, it will seep in.

If the water floats on it, that's the clue.

"Only the bad weather is the point?" Wen Qing looked at this and that, "Is there no one to add?"

Zhao Yuan stared at him closely: "Is there anything else?"

Wen Qing shrugged innocently: "I don't know."

Zhao Yuan resisted the urge to beat someone and asked Chen Yang: "Brother, do you have any other discoveries?"

Chen Yang closed the notebook and looked at the sky: "When the weather is bad, you will know."

He Xiangrui interjected: "It's the sun again today, and the sun is not worth your life. Will the weather be bad?"

Before Chen Yang answered, Wen Qing took over for him.

"Just ask, you know how to ask, can't you use your own brain? It's boring." Wen Qing clutched his stomach, walking listlessly, "I'm hungry, go eat, I won't play with you."

In order to be afraid of going to the bathroom at night, the group didn't eat before sunset yesterday. They were all too hungry, but now they heard Wen Qing mention "hungry" and "eating", and the hunger came back by coincidence.

Chen Yang was also hungry, so he asked Chao Jian to give him a milk tablet, and tore it open with his teeth.

"Brother, time is running out." Zhao Yuan said holding the phone.

Chen Yang was tearing off the packing bag with his left hand, when he heard that he didn't pay attention, the milk piece slipped out and fell to his feet, he swallowed.

"When did this happen?"

"I didn't pay much attention." Zhao Yuan put the phone in his pocket, took a milk tablet and said while tearing it up, "I watched it when I got up, and the time stopped at sunset yesterday."

After finishing speaking, the milk tablet was also handed to Chen Yang's mouth.

Zhao Yuan swears that he is out of his mind and has no other meaning, really not, absolutely not, he is a straight man made of steel and concrete.

He also didn't dare to challenge Chao Jian's bottom line.

However, the atmosphere deteriorated to the extreme after Chen Yang ate the milk tablets delivered by Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan couldn't bear to look at Chao Jian's face. He trembled and stumbled: "Well, I'll go dig something to eat, dig sand."

Turning around, he twitched the hand that passed the milk tablet, looking for death.

Chen Yang heard the crisp sound of "crack", he wondered, "Why did you hit yourself?"

Zhao Jian leaned on crutches and left.

Chen Yang walked behind him, biting his milk tablet: "The time on the phone has stopped, what is the omen? We can no longer determine the sunrise and sunset based on the time?"

The next moment, Chen Yang strode past Chao Jian, stopped him and said, "How did you know the safe time in the morning?"

Everyone didn't dare to leave the tent, because they didn't want to be that experimenter.

Chao Jian's eyes were very red, and a dark shadow fell under her eyes: "Talk to me after eating milk tablets, I'm annoying now, don't bother me."

Chen Yang: "..."

The tent has changed a lot, and all the positions have been changed.

Yesterday was Chen Yang, the photographer, Chao Jian, Zhang Jinyang, He Xiangrui, the drunkard, Feng Chu, Zhong Ming, Wen Qing, Zhao Yuan, and Qingfeng.

The current position is——

Photographer, Chen Yang, Qingfeng, Chaojian, Drunkard, He Xiangrui, Zhong Ming, Wenqing, Feng Chu, Zhao Yuan, Zhang Jinyang.

If it is dead, the tent does not disappear, it will also change its position.

Follow everyone.

Chen Yang stood in front of Feng Chu's tent for a while, he was about to leave, when he caught something suddenly, he stepped forward and retreated.

Feng Chu came over and asked what was wrong.

"There is wet sand in your tent." Chen Yang said.

Feng Chu was stunned for a moment, and he also did what Chen Yang did, squatting to look: "I should have gotten it on the shallow water beach before sunset."

Chen Yang nodded thoughtfully, and swept his clothes and shoes from the corner of his eye.

"Is what you said true?" Zhang Jinyang's voice came from behind, followed by several other people.

Feng Chu opened his mouth, bowed his head, wrapped the plastic bag around his palms and knees, and walked slowly to yesterday's reef.

"Beware of him." Zhang Jinyang left after finishing speaking.

"He never finds a better excuse." He Xiangrui said to himself, "I don't understand."

"Is it possible that he was really in the tent last night and really didn't hear us?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I only know one thing. Zhong Ming has the best relationship with him. I haven't seen him cry."

"It's actually nothing. Some people don't like to show their emotions."

"..."

After the discussion, everyone searched for clues in a deadpan manner.

Two people died.

The first one was not following the rules, and the second one was falling into the trap of a ghost and leaving the tent in a daze.

These two taboos are on the surface, but they are still terrifying.

Who knows if he will fall into the trap.

After the bathing place was completely withdrawn from the dim light, the temperature began to soar upwards.

Too thirsty, everyone chose expired mineral water and drinks.

There is no discomfort so far.

Zhao Yuan and He Xiangrui sat on the beach, each with a big bottle, pouring water into their bellies.

He Xiangrui glanced into the shed and opened his eyes: "I'm stupid, there's a fight."

"Who?" Zhao Yuan looked along his line of sight, "It's okay, I can't fight." It's just that the medicine is not enough, it's still light.

He Xiangrui choked on the saliva: "No, you can see clearly, that man on crutches looks like he wants to eat people, can't he fight? No, I have to persuade them to fight. They have the most experience in missions, so they can't make trouble. Discord."

"I really won't fight, don't worry." Zhao Yuan pulled him back.

In He Xiangrui's field of vision, the young man's eyes were scarlet, his face was full of hostility, and the veins in his hand holding the cane were bulging. He looked terrible, and he couldn't understand it: "Zhao Yuan, isn't that Mr. Chen your brother? You are too ..."

The scene in the shed changed.

He Xiangrui couldn't hear what those two people said, only saw the young man swinging his crutches, and he was so startled that he was about to run over.

Zhao Yuan held him back: "Calm down, it's okay."

"The crutches are all waving, they're metal..." Before He Xiangrui finished speaking, the boy threw the crutches vigorously at Mr. Chen.

Just poor accuracy.

The crutch was thrown from the side of Mr. Chen's arm and missed him.

The young man stood up on crutches, as if he had endured to the extreme, his body covered with thin muscles trembled, and his face was terrifying.

Mr. Chen suddenly threw a crumpled plastic bag onto the small table.

The young man glared at him frantically.

A few seconds later, the boy picked up his crutches and sat back on the small stool, looking at Mr. Chen as if nothing had happened.

After another two or three seconds, he pushed the plastic bag towards Mr. Chen.