ID number 019

Chen Yang suddenly stood up.

His movements were very large, and all the fine sand on the shovel in his hand was thrown onto Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan pouted the sand off his mouth in confusion: "Brother, what's the matter?"

Chen Yang's voice tightened: "It's that bunker..."

"What," Zhao Yuan bit his tongue accidentally, and hissed, "What happened?"

Chen Yang regained consciousness in a daze, and shouted in horror: "Go there! Go to the bunker!"

Everyone was frightened by Chen Yang's expression, they didn't bother to ask the cause and effect, they all ran over immediately.

They stopped not far from the sandpit in unison.

Zhong Ming's pried body disappeared, and there was nothing but sand around.

So there is a problem in the bunker?

Everyone stopped in place and did not move for a long time.

The tip of Zhao Yuan's tongue hurt, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with fishy sweetness, clenched the shovel in his hand, walked towards the sandpit step by step with his legs shaking, and stopped.

Taking a short breath, Zhao Yuan closed his eyes, only revealing a gap, and carefully aimed into the bunker.

"No ah……"

Zhao Yuan turned his head and shouted at Chen Yang: "Brother, there is nothing!"

Chen Yang was stunned, no?

How can there be nothing, the direction that the headless figure is pointing to is there.

Chen Yang shouted: "Dig!"

Zhao Yuan looked at Zhang Jinyang and the others: "Then let's dig."

He Xiangrui's bulging chest muscles heaved up and down: "Isn't it going to dig out the arm? Why are you allowed to dig here again? If you waste time, you won't be able to dig anything before sunset."

Zhao Yuan was about to speak for Chen Yang, when Feng Chu said: "Mr. Chen will not let them do this for no reason."

"When he comes over, he will tell the reason."

The right arm of the corpse was buried in the ground, Chen Yang threw away the shovel in his left hand, and bent down to pull Chao Jian: "Stop digging, let's go to the sandpit."

Under Chen Yang's strength, Chao Jian stood up, took the crutch he picked up, and put her arm on it.

"I saw a headless figure." Chen Yang pointed to Chao Jian, "It's right there."

The place he was pointing at was now empty, and the wind lifted fine sand into the waves.

Leaning on crutches, Chao Jian said, "Ghosts guide the way."

"Well, it looks like a man." Chen Yang's diving shoes were stuffy and wet. "I'm not sure whether he is the murderer of the female corpse or the missionary. You have to judge based on the clues in the bunker."

As he spoke, he shivered: "That scared me."

"No head, think about it."

Frowning towards Jane: "Why do I want such disgusting things?"

Chen Yang choked.

Chao Jian raised the hand that was held tightly by him: "You're going to pick the skin off, brother."

The endings of the last two characters are picked up, wrapped in obvious banter.

Chen Yang's pain sense turned up slowly, and he quickly let go of his hand.

Chao Jian hummed: "I will never have a long memory."

Before Chen Yang could fight back, his right hand was grabbed. He was in pain, and his three fingers wrapped in gauze were trembling: "What are you doing?"

Looking at his index finger at Jane: "There is sand in it."

With the warm breath on his fingertips, the hairs on Chen Yang's entire back stood up, and he said uncomfortably, "No, no, I can do it myself."

Chao Jian seemed to smile, but didn't seem to smile: "Aren't I your brother, what's the point of bragging for you?"

Chen Yang: "..."

"It's gone." Chao Jian withdrew the fingers clasping Chen Yang's wrist, put his hand down, and walked forward on crutches.

Chen Yang moved that finger, and glanced at the boy's back several times.

When I didn't take the medicine, my emotions were released inch by inch. The truth is true, but the truth is a bit...

Proud?squeamish?childish?Can't find an exact adjective.

In short, you need to be coaxed.

Chen Yang went to the bunker and told about the headless figure guiding the way.

This reason caught everyone off guard. They hurriedly crawled out of the sandpit and fell to sit on the sand.

I dare not dig.

Chen Yang didn't have time to give them psychological counseling, so he jumped into the bigger hole and dug with a shovel in his left hand.

Chao Jian poked him with a cane: "Get out of the way."

"Don't come down." Chen Yang didn't move the ground, he said while digging, "Just stay on the side."

Two crutches got into the bunker and jumped towards Jane.

Chen Yang hurried to help Chao Jian, but he forgot to pay attention to the injury on his finger. He suffered pain from his fingers one after another, and his face turned pale.

The six people above looked at the pair of brothers and sisters with complicated expressions.

Zhao Yuan slid into the bunker in disgrace, followed by Feng Chu, Qingfeng, Zhang Jinyang, and the photographer.

He Xiangrui was still at the edge of the pit, and he rolled up the wet sweatpants that were sticking to his legs: "Is there enough manpower, I won't go down, I'll give you a warning."

Zhao Yuan said: "Then keep an eye on the wind, if the ghost comes over in a while, you can tell us."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Xiangrui rolled down.

Die together.

Chen Yang was worried that after a sunset and sunrise, everything in the bunker would be gone, so he looked up at the sky after digging for a while.

This is simply racing against the god of death for time, and he is about to have a heart attack urgently.

Everyone dug exhausted and found nothing.

Chen Yang is different from everyone else, he can't switch hands, he uses his left hand all the time, overuse, not only numb but also cramp.

"Nothing." He Xiangrui said what Chen Yang was thinking.

Panting heavily, he collapsed in the bunker, with a bad complexion and a bad tone: "So much time wasted for nothing."

"If we've been digging up the right arm of the corpse, we've got it all by now."

"What's the point of saying this now." Zhao Yuan snapped at him angrily.

He Xiangrui was deflated, and he said unconvinced: "I'm so tired, I haven't even dug out the fart, so I won't let it go."

When Zhao Yuan saw what He Xiangrui said, he forgot Chen Yang to read it, and complained, and he said defensively: "It's not that you dig alone, and you are tired alone, isn't everyone like this?"

"Stop arguing." Qingfeng caught a cold and was dizzy. He wiped his face with his dirty hands, sweating all over him, "Mr. Chen, that... that person may be referring to a sandpit, but this Where else in the direction?"

Others focused their attention on Qingfeng.

Qingfeng said: "I observed it just now, and the locker room is at the same position as the bunker."

"That's the locker room!" He Xiangrui wiped the sand on his legs, and said speechlessly, "I've been doing this for a long time, but it turned out to be because I misread the place."

There was more gunpowder in the air.

The photographer smoothed things out aloud: "One direction, it's normal to get it wrong."

"It's not a matter of normality or abnormality," He Xiangrui said. "Life and death are at a very fast speed, and time is very fast. If you work for nothing, everyone's physical strength will be gone. If something happens later, we won't even be able to run."

Zhao Yuan looked at Chen Yang: "Are you still digging?"

"How about we go to the locker room first?"

Chen Yang's left hand on the sand was still cramping, he rubbed his face with the back of his right hand, and his words froze when he reached the edge of his mouth.

Chen Yang stared at the photographer.

The photographer was about to stand up, and he was stared at by Chen Yang: "What's wrong?"

"Where did you get your shovel?" Chen Yang said.

"You ask this? I just..."

The photographer's voice stopped abruptly, and he threw away the shovel that he had raised a little bit.

Iron, very old.

The edge of the shovel is a little curled.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Yuan cursed loudly, and the others woke up, leaving their positions and squeezing together, away from the shovel.

The photographer was a little bit overwhelmed, and he said under Chen Yang's questioning eyes, "I just took it."

When digging the sand, the shovel in the photographer's hand was sweaty and slippery, so he threw it away and found one nearby to hold it.

At that time, everyone brought a lot of shovels, all of which were put in the sand pit and used mixedly, so he didn't care.

The rest of the people dug by themselves, feeling restless, anxious, exhausted, panic and so on. They didn't know when the shovel came out of the sand.

"Brother, this is what the headless figure refers to." Zhao Yuan said.

Chen Yang said "hmm", he used Chao Jian's crutch to hook the shovel in front of him, and the hand that he stretched out was opened by Chao Jian.

Chao Jian picked up the shovel, and Chen Yang leaned over to look.

"Is there a mark?" Zhao Yuan also looked at the shovel, "It's engraved with a name or something."

His brain holes are all based on the plot in the movie. Generally, a prop appears, which is a major development related to the protagonist.

"No, no mark, no name." Chen Yang pulled Chao Jian's sleeve and asked him to take the shovel closer and examine it carefully.

"Is this a blood mark?"

Zhao Yuan pointed to one place and said uncertainly, "Is it? I think it has a bit of a smell."

His fingers moved to the left of that place: "There are also this, and this!"

There are three places in total, all of which are very blurry, not some kind of figure, but irregular, as if something was painted on with red paint a long time ago, and the eraser did not wipe it off, leaving traces.

Chen Yang looked at the three marks, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhao Yuan couldn't get a response to his brain hole, he shouted anxiously: "Brother, do you feel..."

Zhao Jian glanced at him expressionlessly.

Zhao Yuan immediately shut up.

The sandpit fell silent, and the sea breeze blew past from time to time, which had nothing to do with comfort.

Chen Yang's eyes suddenly widened: "Go dig up the right hand of the corpse."

Everyone heard it clearly, and their faces froze in the wind and sun.

He Xiangrui couldn't help but wailed: "Still digging? No, I can't dig anymore."

"Stop screaming, save yourself some effort, this is not the real world, you have to dig if you can't." Zhao Yuan climbed to the top of the sandpit and stretched his hand down, "Whoever can't get up, grab my hand."

Qingfeng grabbed Zhao Yuan and asked him to pull himself up.

"Xiao Daoist, why are your hands so hot?" Zhao Yuan said, "Have you got a fever?"

Qingfeng nodded drowsily.

Zhao Yuan could do nothing but pat him on the shoulder.

The temperature difference between day and night in the bathing area is huge, one is cold and the other is hot, and the interval is short.

During the day, with the sea breeze blowing and the scorching sun basking in the sun, I sweated to dry it out, and when it was over, it was over and over again. I couldn’t change my clothes, and I was chilly all over when I lay in the tent.

Zhao Yuan took a look at Chen Yang, he was thin, but his physique was good, and he didn't have any trouble turning his back to Jane.

Probably a lot of abs too.

Zhao Yuan's gaze moved to the corresponding place.

A crutch came crashing down, and Zhao Yuan fell back, almost pissing in fear.

Chen Yang asked Chao Jian puzzled, "Why did you throw away the crutch?"

Chao Jian threw the other one away without saying a word.

Then he stood on one leg and looked down at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang lamented that he could read the boy's mind from his eyes, and quickly went to the top of the sandpit, stretched his arms towards him, and raised his chin.

Chao Jian pressed Chen Yang's arm, gathered her five fingers together, and hugged it.

Chen Yang dragged him up with all his strength, and said out of breath, "The crutch is your walking tool, don't throw it away."

Zhao Yuan took advantage of the time when Chao Jian was holding the cane, and secretly cast a look at Chen Yang: Brother, it's my fault, it's all my fault.

Chen Yang made eye contact with him in a daze: What's wrong with you?

Zhao Yuan hesitated to speak: I will die.

Chen Yang: "..."

Zhao Yuan pulled Feng Chu and the photographer up one by one, and asked Zhang Jinyang if he wanted to help.

Zhang Jinyang refused, and he turned out of the bunker with one hand.

Very cool and handsome.

It's a pity that the audience present didn't care to appreciate it.

Zhang Jinyang walked up to Chen Yang: "I want to confirm, did you just dig out the right hand or the right arm? These two are not in the same place, the former one was not excavated, and the latter one dug a lot."

"Right hand." Chen Yang sighed, "I'll dig out the right arm tomorrow."

He motioned everyone to watch the sky: "Hurry up."

The jigsaw puzzle was too big. For the convenience of carrying, it fell apart shortly after the puzzle was finished. It would all be in Chen Yang's bag.

Those who took photos of the jigsaw puzzle took out their mobile phones to check them one by one. After confirming their location, they headed to the destination. They gritted their teeth and started a new round of sand digging. Muscle spasms to varying degrees.

Chen Yang is almost as vigorous as a three-year-old kid playing with sand.

Pulled his shovel away from Jane and threw it aside: "Don't be an eyesore, rest."

"Yeah, let's rest, you're not missing." Zhao Yuan puffed out his nose, he didn't look like a schoolboy when he came in, he is now a refugee.

Chen Yang couldn't sit still and leaned against Zhao Yuan, planning to take a rest.

Zhao Yuan reacted greatly and pushed Chen Yang away, pushed halfway and then pulled back, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Brother, I'm very weak now, I can't do it anymore, you can rely on the person on the other side of you."

Chen Yang leaned towards Jian.

Chao Jian pushed him: "It's all sweat, don't touch me."

"You're not going anywhere clean." Chen Yang's bones were all broken, "Okay, don't talk, I'll just lean on you."

The photographer said quietly: "You two have such a good relationship."

Zhao Yuan and He Xiangrui stopped what they were doing together, and their ears perked up.

The atmosphere is inexplicably a little subtle.

Chen Yang leaned against Jian and smiled, but didn't say anything.

At this time, he has no energy to chat with others and share something other than tasks.

Chen Yang was a little sleepy, his head dangled and rested on Chao Jian's shoulder, rubbing it unconsciously.

"Sit down!" Chao Jian's breath tensed.

Chen Yang sat up a little bit, he wiped his face with his sleeve, but couldn't tell which one was dirtier.

"I'm so tired."

Chen Yang touched the shovel and moved it away again towards Jian.

"Half-dead, what are you digging for?" Chao Jian bit the milk tablet in her back molars, her voice was indistinct, and her brows were furrowed, "Go aside, don't bother me."

Chen Yang's face twitched, why am I bothered?Hey, it's better not to argue with this kid, just let him go.

After resting for a while, Chen Yang's left hand regained a little sense of strength. He was about to start digging the sand when he suddenly remembered something he had missed, and leaned towards Feng Chuna.

"where are you from?"

Chen Yang simply wanted to talk to Feng Chu, so he randomly found a more relaxing topic, but he didn't expect the other party's answer to strike him like lightning.

From Penang, Feng Chu said.

Chen Yang couldn't control his facial expression well.

Both palms of Feng Chu's hands were broken and wrapped in plastic bags. He dug the sand very slowly and spoke very slowly: "What?"

Chen Yang didn't answer him, but asked others: "What about you?"

"I'm from Qingcheng." He Xiangrui said.

Both Qingfeng and the photographer nodded, and so did they.

Needless to say, Zhao Yuan, Xiao Yindao had an exchange that time.

A look of surprise appeared on Feng Chu's face: "Only I am not."

Chen Yang lowered his eyelids, not letting Feng Chu and the others see the emotion in his eyes. He always thought that all the taskers were from Qingcheng.

Now there is an exception.

Wouldn't his speculation for so long be overturned?

how so……

Chen Yang asked Feng Chu calmly, "You have been living in Penang?"

"Yeah, I was born, grew up, and went to school there. I haven't been to other cities." Feng Chu said, "Speaking of which, I wanted to travel to Qingcheng after the college entrance examination last year, but something happened at home and I delayed it. If I can go back alive this time, I will definitely go to your side."

"Ninth Rehabilitation Hospital, Sanlian Bridge, East Street... I have a travel guide for Qingcheng."

Zhao Yuan made up a few scenic spots for Feng Chu.

He Xiangrui joined in casually, and the topic just turned to Qingcheng Scenic Area.

Chen Yang couldn't communicate with Feng Chu anymore, and he returned to Chao Jian with an indescribable mood: "It turns out that not all the taskers are from Qingcheng."

"I was going in the wrong direction," he murmured.

"If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake. Look for it again."

He bowed his head to Jane to dig the sand, and after a few digs, he smashed the shovel on the ground, panting violently, and stopped digging.

Seeing him like this, Chen Yang quickly suppressed the explosion information that Feng Chu brought to him, and softly comforted him: "Persevere."

Chao Jian picked up the shovel again.

When the right hand of the corpse was dug out, everyone couldn't even show panic, only tiredness remained.

"Brother, what are we going to do next?" Zhao Yuan showed the attitude of an old man, and his thinking logic has changed, "After the shovel comes out, let us dig out the right hand..."

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Do you suspect that the shovel is related to this corpse?"

Chen Yang moved the bones on the sand.

"Ahhh!!!" He Xiangrui screamed again and again, trembling his big muscles.

"What's your name?" Zhang Jinyang strangled his neck, "Shut up, you're so noisy."

Chen Yang asked Zhao Yuan to pick up the bones.

Zhao Yuan is very grateful to Chen Yang for trusting him, but he feels that he is not qualified for this job.

Chen Yang didn't force Zhao Yuan, and he didn't have time to give an ideological education class. He looked at his partner.

Chao Jian sullenly looked extremely impatient: "Don't look at me, I won't touch it."

Ten seconds later, Chao Jian held the skeleton through the plastic bag, pressed it on the shovel under Chen Yang's expectation, and moved her fingers to the three marks one by one.

It turned out to be right!

Exactly the gesture of holding a shovel.

Chen Yang's guess was verified, and his breathing was extremely disordered: "It really is like this."

Everyone was shocked.

"This...how is this..."

"Could it be that we got it wrong?"

Zhao Yuan connected the tent, watching the sunrise and sunset, seeing but not beading, the headless ghost guiding the way, the shovel, and this information in series, and the black hole in his mind began to spin: "One day, a couple of men and women came to the bathing place. After setting up the tent, the two may not necessarily be lovers, they may be people they know and have a good relationship."

"That man, that is, the headless ghost, wanted to misbehave with the woman in the red dress in the men's locker room, but he was killed instead. His head was chopped off, and the rest was buried in the sandpit."

Zhao Yuan kicked the shovel weakly: "This is the one I will use."

"The corpse in the sandpit is gone. The headless ghost got up and walked away. The little book fell into it when the woman in the red dress buried her corpse."

This kind of brain hole with its own propeller, most people can't keep up with it, the photographer barely stroked it, and raised his own doubts: "How did the woman in the red skirt die?"

"He was killed by a headless ghost."

Zhao Yuan said: "After he died, he turned into a ghost to take revenge, killing people and tearing up corpses. Unexpectedly, the woman's resentment was too great, and she immediately became a ghost. The whole bathing place is her world."

Seeing that everyone didn't interrupt, Zhao Yuan was encouraged by [-] points. He continued: "The headless ghost showed us the way. The purpose of asking us to find the shovel is very simple. Without the shovel, no one will be lured out by the ghost at night." Digging the sand."

"In this way, our people will die less, which will help him get rid of the ghost, so that he can find his head and leave here."

Among the group of people, there are not many who can use their brains, and Qingfeng is one of them. He is sick and dizzy.

"I don't think so."

Qingfeng's puckered lips opened and closed: "According to Zhao Yuan, the blood mark was left by the woman in the red skirt when she buried her body. She was still alive at that time, and her hands had skin and flesh, which is quite different from the skeleton now."

"How could the skeleton meet these marks?"

Feng Chu, who had few words, continued: "Unless it is buried, it is not a human being."

Chen Yang's eyes dimmed without warning, and he exclaimed, "Quick! Go back to the tent!"

sunset.

Everyone ran desperately into their tents, they couldn't care about anything, and they forgot about being tired, and just wanted to get into the tent as soon as possible.

Hurry up, be quicker.

Zhao Yuan turned around after running for a short distance, looked at Chen Yang who was still there, and shouted anxiously: "Brother, hurry up!"

"You choose to go."

Chen Yang quickly put the skeleton of the corpse's right hand into a bag, put it together with the jigsaw pieces and the shovel, and handed it all to Chao Jian for him to hold.

The moment he carried Chaojian on his back, Chen Yang yelled in the direction of the women's locker room: "Wen Qing! It's sunset!"

In the dressing room, the coin that Wen Qing was holding in his hand fell, and it jingled for a while before stopping. He was stunned for a while before bending over to pick it up.Wen Qing sighed faintly: "Why, what do you care about me, really..."

"Who wants to appreciate the friendship of teammates?"

Wen Qing walked out of the dressing room with his hands in his pockets, facing the sunset glow, he clicked his tongue: "Look at this beautiful scenery, it's just like the real thing."

Chen Yang ran towards Jane unhappily with his back on his back, and Wen Qing quickly caught up with them.

"What about the rest?"

Chen Yang gasped: "They're all in the tent."

"I don't care about you two wounded." Wen Qing hehe, "These mentally retarded people have become smarter in times of crisis."

Chen Yang smelled the smell of blood in the sea breeze, and his expression changed drastically.

"It's the smell of blood, and it's a bit smelly." Wen Qing looked at the sea, "Will there be bones floating up?"

"The bathing place after sunset looks very interesting, should I go out for a stroll?"

Chen Yang supported Chao Jian on his back with his arms, breathing like a broken bellows: "Don't look for death."

The clothes were pulled with a lot of force, Chen Yang turned his head angrily: "I told you not to court death, you still want to drag us to accompany you?"

"See what you said." Wen Qing stretched out his hand, "Give me the bag."

This request is very abrupt.

Chen Yang paused, and said suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

Wen Qing took it away directly, and he lazily raised his hand: "Handsome guy, Li Mao, good night, see you tomorrow."

Chen Yang ran again, none of the three things in the bag were safe.

Wen Qing took the initiative to leave.

I don't know if it's for stimulation, or out of some mentality.

Chen Yang ran to Chao Jian's tent and hurriedly put him down: "Go in quickly."

Chao Jian leaned on her crutches, glanced across the sea and the beach: "Go your own way."

"Walk."

He pushed Chen Yang down with his crutches.

Chen Yang jumped over Qingfeng's tent and walked towards himself: "You go in quickly too, don't stand outside, you can't do that when looking for clues."

Chao Jian stood on the spot with jaw strained, until Chen Yang entered the tent and zipped it up before turning around on crutches.

At this moment, Wen Qing came out of the tent, stood at the entrance and called Chao Jian, with a smile, and a creepy invitation in his eyes.

The purpose is clear, I want to find someone to watch the sunset and play games with me.

Chao Jian sneered, and gave Wen Qing a look of "I'm not alone".

The subtext is that I am not like you, no one cares about me when I die.

hipster:"……"

He curled his lips resentfully: "What's the air, I haven't eaten, tsk."

The stench of the bathhouse became stronger and stronger, as if someone had stuffed his head into a large bag of rotten meat, with his mouth and nose pressed against it.

You can't smell that smell when you enter the tent.

Wen Qing squinted at the rapidly sinking sky, said something, and bent back to the tent.

Chen Yang was lying in the tent, his chest was heaving violently, and he was covered in sweat.

The sunrise and sunset were caught off guard.

After Chen Yang finished marveling, it became dark outside without a single ray of light.

The tent is like being covered with a thick layer of black cloth.

Chen Yang's back was too wet, so he turned his body sideways to dry his back.

Zhao Yuan's brain was not entirely wrong, Zhong Ming used that shovel to dig the sand last night, and now they have taken it away, so he won't be able to dig it tonight.

Ghosts can't get near the tent.

Unless Wen Qing was confused by a ghost and went out of the tent with a shovel.

Chen Yang felt that the possibility was extremely low.

Wen Qing is a game veteran, and his ID number is definitely not long.

Chen Yang thought of Feng Chu again, so he still wanted to talk.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, we will talk after sunrise this time, and talk in detail.

Chen Yang felt that Feng Chu was a breakthrough.

Whether it is this task, or related to the entire task background.

By the way, I haven't asked Feng Chu's ID number yet. He is a newcomer. Will people outside Qingcheng also have seven-digit numbers?

It was quiet outside.

Chen Yang decided not to sleep tonight, he adjusted the frequency of his heartbeat and started counting, wanting to know how many times he counted, the sunrise will come.

The time on the phone stopped, and the lengths of day and night were wrong.

In order to figure out the law in it, he couldn't think of anything else but this method.

"Bang!"

There was a sound outside the tent in vain.

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched wildly.

The sound was like chopping something, the blade hit the bone and got stuck.

The chopper got impatient and started chopping wildly with his arms.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

"Kang ku ku ku ku ku ku ku ku—"

"Bang bang bang!"