ID number 019

He Xiangrui is dead.

When Chen Yang saw him, he was lying on the sand with several worms crawling on his face.

In the second mission, the ghost kid at the train station opened his mouth wide to Chen Yang, and it was full of wriggling bugs, that's it.

Chen Yang saw a worm running out of He Xiangrui's ear, and reflexively picked his ear with his little finger, feeling itchy inside.

The worm was very fat, and it slowly crawled all the way up to He Xiangrui's neck, with its head arched, it got into his black and blue flesh, and then came out again, the body of the worm was sticky and full of rotten stench.

"vomit--"

Zhao Yuan, who had just vomited, vomited again. As a heavy-taste movie fan, he claimed many times that there were too many bad movies and that there was nothing new about corpse bugs. His miserable state was really a slap in the face.

But no matter how disgusting the movie is, it is also fake.

Bugs, greasy, and the opposite sex are all props and special effects.

It's true now.

A real corpse, a real corpse worm.

The rancid smell is not felt through the screen, but directly facing the impact.

Zhao Yuan vomited so badly that he vomited out all the seaweed he ate in the morning, as if someone was holding a knife and scraping his stomach with the back of the knife.

It's hot and painful, it's better to use the blade to give him a good time.

The photographer slumped on the ground, vomit sticking to the bushy beard on his chin, and the smell of dried tofu mixed with gastric juice was a bit pungent.

Although Zhang Jinyang and Feng Chu didn't vomit, their expressions were not much better.

Chen Yang observed the state of these four people, and picked Zhang Jinyang, who was barely considered good, to ask, "What did He Xiangrui do before he died, where did he go, and what did he say?"

Zhang Jinyang bent his legs, put his elbows up, and clasped his scarred hands against his forehead: "I didn't go anywhere, I just dug the sand. We have been together all the time. He never left. What I said...it's nothing, just casually." Chatting, mainly Zhao Yuan talking, he didn't talk much, we don't know when he died..."

"I know."

A voice came in, it was the photographer, he wiped his face: "It was when I smelled that smell."

"That's when he started to rot," the photographer said.

After listening to the information revealed by the photographer, Chen Yang learned some details from Zhao Yuan and Feng Chuna. He turned his head to look at the silent Chao Jian, and the words were for other people.

"I deduce that He Xiangrui violated a taboo, and it has something to do with the ears."

Zhao Yuan involuntarily looked at the corresponding part of the corpse, worms gushed out of the blocked ear hole, and the cochlea was blocked, he vomited acid water a few times, and the next second he opened his eyes and shouted: "I know! "

"This, this, this," Zhao Yuan pointed to the ball of paper that He Xiangrui took out from his ear, and repeated, "It's this, it's this, it's this!"

Seeing that the boy had lost his mind, Chen Yang whispered, "Calm down."

These words had a certain soothing effect, Zhao Yuan's violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, he got closer to Chen Yang, closer, and then retreated a little under the pressure of the desire to survive.

Like a poor little guy who wanted to be touched and hugged by his father, but was afraid of his anger, Zhao Yuan adjusted the distance several times, stepping on the sand in a mess.

"He Xiangrui..." Zhao Yuan stood directly opposite Chen Yang, three or five steps away, he exhaled slowly, and said in a moderate volume, "He Xiangrui stuffed it into his ears when he was sleeping last night. The paper balls are the two on the ground."

Chen Yang's gaze fell on the paper ball, which was stained with rotten flesh, and the little bugs gnawed vigorously. He was extremely glad that he was only afraid of ghosts, not corpses.

Whether it is a normal death or a bloody mouth, he can face it.

At most, some will feel disgusted.

No matter how terrifying the dead body looked, it would not make him stand on the verge of fainting like seeing a ghost.

Otherwise he is finished.

Chen Yang kicked, and the fine sand was thrown up, covering a ball of paper, and he kicked again, and the two balls of paper were buried in the sand.

"When did you say that?" Chen Yang asked Zhao Yuan.

He didn't have that in mind.

"Morning." Zhao Yuan said, "We just got out of the tent not long ago."

He was shocked when he heard it, he didn't expect that He Xiangrui could even think of such a coup, he was still annoyed why he didn't think of this one, he will try it tonight.

Then I heard He Xiangrui say it didn't work.

At that time, Zhao Yuan just regretted that he couldn't do it, and comforted himself by reasoning with He Xiangrui. The real world is useless in the task world, and he didn't think about the rules at all.

After that, the topic fell apart.

Chen Yang thought about it for a while, at that time, Chao Jian was rolling up his sleeves for him, and he was watching the other party's sleeves, without paying much attention.

"He Xiangrui only told you?"

"The voice is not loud..." Zhao Yuan trembled, "Not only me, but also Wen Qing, Wen Qing is also nearby, he must have heard it."

"He's not as stupid as I am, he knows it's not okay?! I'll find him!"

Zhao Yuan got stuck when he turned around, it was meaningless, at that time, He Xiangrui had already violated the taboo, and Wen Qing could do nothing if he found out.

but……

I still have to say it.

If you find something, shouldn't you tell others?

What if others don't know the cause of He Xiangrui's death, and Chen Yang doesn't analyze it in time, and someone does the same thing tonight or tomorrow night?

Zhao Yuan's eyes turned red, his green but tough shoulders slumped, he was angry and weak, Wen Qing didn't care about other people's life or death.

"Disappeared." Feng Chu murmured.

He Xiangrui's corpse, corpse insects, and the rotten smell in the air are all gone.

As if it never existed.

Waves of sea breeze passed in front of several people, and the sea water was still fishy and salty.

The wind chimes in the shed were plucked, and they rang crisply one after another. The sound filled the seaside scenery and hit everyone's eardrums.

Chen Yang suspected that the real cause of He Xiangrui's death was not that he didn't sleep well,

It was he who blocked his ears with something, trying not to let himself hear the movement outside.

His behavior represented that he heard and pretended not to hear.

That's when he was killed by a ghost.

Chen Yang shared his guess. He said: "I suspect that the female ghost asked the person in the tent for help, but the other party pretended that he didn't hear it and didn't help her."

"It's so complicated." Zhao Yuan rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, but it felt very simple, as if the cause and effect of the whole thing were in his mind, but the order was not adjusted correctly, and he couldn't connect.

Zhang Jinyang on the side suddenly asked: "Is it a taboo to play with a mobile phone in a tent?"

Zhao Yuan said, "Have you played?"

Zhang Jinyang pushed back his weed-like dreadlocks: "No, I'll just ask."

"What kind of mobile phone, how can I have that kind of thought? I dare not open my eyes in the tent." Zhao Yuan bent down to get mineral water, rinsed his mouth and spit it out, "Go to bed early and get up early, sleep well, brother?"

"Yeah." Chen Yang said, "Go and call Wen Qing over, I have something to say."

"okay."

The photographer was sizing up the person next to Chen Yang. His emotions had just been severely damaged and he hadn't had time to repair it, which caused him to ignore superficial skills.

He didn't hide his sight, he didn't worry about it.

That sight is very eye-catching.

Like a lamp, it "slapped" on Chao Jian.

If Chao Jian had taken enough medicine, he would be indifferent to this situation. Now that he has not taken enough medicine, he is very annoyed by such sight.

The photographer's reaction ability was a little worse than usual, he didn't notice the danger, not only looked, but also talked.

"Why are you always so calm?"

The photographer stared straight at the boy. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression gradually distorted: "I am also a restrained person. Before I came here, I was very calm in life and things, but now I have become a psychopath."

"Why don't you panic?"

The photographer walked towards the boy with a nervous tone. He couldn't help but want to know the answer, hoping that he would not become a lunatic.

However, the photographer didn't know that the person being questioned was a lunatic. His breathing became heavy and he had reached the limit of his patience.

Chen Yang's temples twitched wildly, he patted Chao Jian's back, his eyes looked at the man with "freedom" tattooed on his arm, haggard and delirious.

"I want to explain this. My brother just doesn't show his emotions. He is actually very scared."

Photographer: "Really?"

"Yes." Chen Yang glanced at Jane's trembling hand.

The photographer also noticed it, and he was stunned: "This is..."

Chen Yang said, "I'm afraid."

The nervousness and madness in the photographer's eyes eased.

This is a common psychology.

When I am miserable, I can comfort myself when I see someone who is worse than me.

Zhang Jinyang, who was on the sidelines, let go of his precautions. The photographer was really confused and out of order, so he just believed in Chen Yang's rhetoric.

The person on crutches trembled, not because he was afraid or uneasy, but because his self-control was collapsing and he was on the verge of losing control.

Someone in the club did the same.

Autistic, extreme, emotionally either paranoid, obsessed, or apathetic.

When out of control, the aggressiveness is very strong. Whether it is an acquaintance around him or a colleague with a normal relationship, he will be attacked, and he can only be forcibly given a sedative.

Zhang Jinyang was once bitten by that guy on the shoulder, and a piece of flesh was torn off alive. He rubbed the place through his sweaty clothes.

"The task is difficult to do, but there is a mental patient in the team who didn't bring enough medicine. It's really exciting."

A voice suddenly sounded from the left: "He has Mr. Chen, so he won't get sick."

Zhang Jinyang was taken aback. He looked at the quiet boy beside him and raised his eyebrows. When did this guy sit over?

Also, is this person too emotional and naive?

Zhang Jinyang witnessed with his own eyes that the man in the club almost strangled his wife. He looked manic and frightening, not to mention rational, not even human.

Once the man on crutches loses control, the person closest to him, Chen Yang, will be the first to hurt.

"Won't you get sick? You know again?"

Zhang Jinyang's words are cold and realistic: "Friends can only be friends, no matter how close they are, they will not have the effect of drugs."

Feng Chu didn't say anything, he looked at Chen Yang and Chao Jian, and said what he said at the reef before, with the same eyes.

"They are life and death friends, able to live and die together."

Chen Yang caught Feng Chu's gaze, and found a trace of envy from it.

"Feng Chu envies us."

Chen Yang lowered his voice: "What do you think he envies us for?"

Chao Jian said angrily: "This is the last time you ask knowingly, next time you do this again, don't expect me to talk to you again."

Chen Yang twitched the corner of his mouth.

Chao Jian threw away his crutches, grabbed Chen Yang, and picked him like he was picking himself, with half of his strength restrained, his tone was fierce and cold: "Did you hear that?"

"Ang." Chen Yang helped him to the ground and sat down, "Do you want to try to integrate into the group?"

Chao Jian's complexion turned bad again, he sneered: "No need."

Chen Yang didn't want to go any further, he sat beside the young man with his legs crossed on the hot sand: "You and Wen Qing are a bit similar in this respect."

"But Wenqing is withdrawn and likes to be lively. If someone plays with him and he can keep talking, you can..."

Chen Yang paused: "You will be so annoyed that you smash your crutches."

Chao Jian closed her eyes and meditated, her cold lips moved lightly: "I am not him, nor will I become him, I am different from him."

Chen Yang nodded: "Well, yes, you are different, you have a partner."

Chao Jane opened her eyes to look at him.

Just as Chen Yang was about to ask "what's the matter", Chao Jian closed his eyes again.

After being quiet for a while, Chen Yang muttered: "Speaking of which, besides me, you should talk more to Wen Qing, Wen Qing..."

Chao Jian frowned in annoyance: "Is it okay not to talk about others?"

Chen Yang: "..."

In the dressing room, Zhao Yuan was caught by Wen Qing and couldn't get up, so he insisted on running on his back, in the name of wanting to experience the treatment of Chao Jian.

Zhao Yuan refused, he pulled the arm hanging around his neck: "What are you carrying? I won't carry it, and you are not crippled."

Wen Qing tsk-tsk: "There is no chestnut hair either."

Zhao Yuan stared over: "Fuck, you don't even blink when you're talking nonsense, he's on crutches..."

"If you're on crutches, you must have a broken leg?" Wen Qing interrupted Zhao Yuan with a meaningful smile, "Not necessarily."

Zhao Yuan panted heavily: "Don't tell me! I don't want to know that person's secret!"

Wen Qing: "..." Retarded, stupid, cowardly.

Zhao Yuan urged Wenqing to hurry up, he plucked his hair, and the death scene of He Xiangrui began to replay in his mind again.

"Brother Wen, please stop dawdling, everyone is waiting."

Wen Qing smiled slowly and said, "It's none of my business."

Zhao Yuanqi said: "My brother asked me to call you!"

Wen Qing added two words to his answer this time: "Then what does it matter to me?"

Zhao Yuan squeezed his knuckles, he really wanted to hit someone, this guy couldn't beat me at first sight, why don't you hit me a few times?

Wen Qing stood up, and he took advantage of the height of the stool to look down at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan, who is about 1.8 meters tall, raised his head: "..."

Suddenly weak and helpless.

Zhao Yuan and Wen Qing looked at each other, his scalp tightened a bit, and he turned his back: "Back! I'll back!"

Wen Qing put both hands in his pockets, and sighed: "My teacher taught me that in this world, one must never force others to make things difficult. This sentence has become my life motto. I dare not forget it, dare not forget it."

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes, slapped his face, and said solemnly: "There is nothing difficult for others, I just want to experience the joy of carrying others."

"That's it, that's right. At your age, you just need to try more." Wen Qing lowered his waist and approached the boy's back, his nose twitched. The smell was not too bad, and he crawled on the boy like a dog.

Zhao Yuan carried Wen Qing by heart.

The first feeling is that it is light, and the second feeling is that this guy is very thin.

And fragrant.

Before Zhao Yuan reached the door of the locker room, Wen Qing didn't know what was going on, and struggled to say: "No energy, no energy, no energy."

"Put me down!" Wen Qing's tone was already off, with a strange sharpness.

Like a worm locked in a glass jar, scratching the glass with its sharp, bloody horns.

Zhao Yuan got goosebumps wildly, and he immediately put down the person on his back, his heart was palpitating, and he couldn't help complaining that he was sick.

Wen Qing returned to normal as soon as he came back, he straightened his clothes, and said casually: "School grass, it is very impolite to call someone sick."

Zhao Yuan said without hesitation: "You know all this?"

As soon as the words fell, he woke up, and his sunny and clean face turned black and red.

Wen Qing looked at Zhao Yuan, seeing Zhao Yuan so much that he wanted to kneel down and cry and call his father, so he let out a helpless hey.

"I can't hide it anymore."

Zhao Yuan was full of question marks, huh?

Wen Qing stretched out a hand to his mouth, and said quietly: "I have mind reading skills, and I can hear everyone's inner voice."

Zhao Yuan: "..." Hehe.

"Mentally retarded, let's go." Wen Qing hooked his hands behind him.

When seeing Chen Yang, Wen Qing's first words were: "Handsome guy, have all the seven pieces been found?"

Chen Yang was not surprised that Wen Qing's guess was right, so he nodded.

Those who didn't know showed ecstasy.

This news is equivalent to a green leaf growing out of a barrenness.

Bringing infinite vitality.

Especially after losing another player.

Chen Yang's expression did not match this important message, and he fell silent after speaking.

Zhao Yuan and Zhang Jinyang were overwhelmed by the surprise and didn't find out in time.

"Oh hoo."

Wen Qing touched her lips: "Handsome guy, your situation is wrong."

When he mentioned this, everyone realized the anomaly.

Zhao Yuan was terrified: "Brother?"

Wen Qing said in front of Chen Yang: "Your brother expressed a word in silence."

"What?"

Wen Qing cleared her throat, and put on a solemn, ceremonial gesture: "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

Chen Yang glanced at Wen Qing, this guy basically stays in the locker room, not with everyone, but he is not out of touch at all, his mind is too flexible.

"There is bad news." Chen Yang stretched out his hand to Chao Jian as he spoke.

Chao Jian took out the jigsaw puzzle pieces from her pants pocket, and put one piece, two pieces, and three pieces in Chen Yang's hand.

He didn't put them casually, but stacked them together.

Chen Yang placed the fragments like small floors on the sand.

"Fuck!" Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.

Both Zhang Jinyang and Feng Chu changed their expressions.

The photographer reacted the most. His mental state was the worst among the seven. He was still in ecstasy the moment before, but now he fell into the abyss.

After the two extremes, the photographer's psychological defense collapsed, and he knelt down to grab the fragments, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

White……

All white.

Seven fragments, all pure white!

The photographer grabbed the fragments and threw them into the distance vigorously: "It's not this, the ones we lack are not like this."

He insisted, his eyes fluttering: "The jigsaw puzzle is the whole bathing place, how could there be something pure white, the seven pieces must still be there somewhere."

Feng Chu picked up the seven pieces and put them together.

"That's right..." Feng Chu murmured to himself, and looked up at Chen Yang, "I remember what the blank place on the puzzle is like."

Pointing to the assembled pieces, he said, "This piece just fits into the head, and the puzzle is complete."

"Complete what?"

The photographer shouted: "This is white, there is nothing, the place where the head is all white, is this complete?"

It's their end...

The photographer stared at Feng Chu, his eye sockets were about to burst: "Where are the other fragments, where are the others?"

He swept around, saw the target, grabbed the big bag and threw it to Feng Chu: "You put them together and let me see, I don't believe that the seven pure white ones can match, there must be something wrong."

"No need to put together." Feng Chu picked up the seven pieces and said, "Open the phone to find the picture of the puzzle, put this on it, and you will know when you compare it."

The photographer grabbed Feng Chu's shirt and looked mad.

Zhang Jinyang swung his fist to his face: "Calm down?"

The corner of the photographer's mouth was bleeding, he stayed for a while, his will came back a bit, but his despair did not decrease by half.

"It's better not to find the incomplete seven pieces, at least there is hope."

The photographer buried his head between his legs, and his half-length hair was full of gray. He said mockingly, "It's all right now, I can't find the head, and I can't get it all together."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Yuan stood up for Chen Yang, "I can find out the fragments so quickly, I don't know how many brain cells died, but you still blame me."

"Besides, we are doing a mission now, and everything is made by rules. The head of the female corpse on the puzzle is pure white, without any color blocks. Those are also clues, representing some kind of hint."

When Chen Yang heard this sentence, he looked at Zhao Yuan with eyes full of praise, and he made progress.

Zhao Yuan's ears turned red with embarrassment, he suddenly remembered the time of Xiao Yindao, he thought that Chen Yang had been cursed, so he was afraid to testify, and distanced himself from him...

A little embarrassment, a little self-blame, a little not something.

Zhao Yuan scratched his head hard to let himself out of that emotion, and continued the topic just now: "New clues have come out, we should find a way to decipher the information hidden inside, instead of giving up on ourselves."

"what's the message?"

Zhang Jinyang tried to mobilize his poor brainpower: "There is no pure white thing in the bathing place, but the fragments are like that, which means that the head is not in the bathing place?"

Zhao Yuan was stopped by the question, he stared at Zhang Jinyang.

Wen Qing poked her head from behind Zhao Yuan, and looked at Zhang Jinyang with a playful smile: "What do you think?"

Zhang Jinyang: "..."

Wen Qing opened a box of chewing gum: "Who wants it?"

No one responded.

"Are you shy?" Wen Qing gave Zhao Yuan a slice: "The idea of ​​being short-handed and soft-mouthed doesn't exist for me, so feel free to chew."

Zhao Yuan's face darkened, thank you.

Wen Qing broke off one piece and threw it into Zhang Jinyang's arms, then took another piece to Feng Chuna.

Feng Chu was stunned.

Wen Qing held the chewing gum and shook it in front of his eyes: "Little brother Qingxiu, return to your soul."

Feng Chu caught the gum with both hands: "Thank you."

"What are you being polite about?" Wen Qing said with a smile, "Don't be strangers to me, it's fate to meet you."

The corners of Feng Chu's pursed lips curved into an arc: "Yes."

Wen Qing walked up to the photographer, handed over a piece of chewing gum, and withdrew his hand again.

"You don't behave well, so I won't give it to you."

The photographer wouldn't be offended that he didn't have gum, but he didn't like it when everyone else had it, and the feeling of being left out made him panic.

He turned his head and apologized to Chen Yang, saying that it was all a misunderstanding.

"Mr. Chen, I'm not in a good mood because of He Xiangrui's death. I didn't mean anything when I said anything. I hope you will forgive me."

Chen Yang said, "The chewing gum is not mine."

You apologize to me, Wen Qing still won't give you chewing gum, he doesn't like you very much.

The photographer read the content in Chen Yang's eyes, and he said coyly, "It's okay."

Zhang Jinyang chewed his gum and said, "Is there another one?"

The photographer understood what Zhang Jinyang was referring to. He looked at Feng Chu who was touching his gum with his head down, and said bluntly, "Before I pulled your plastic bag and touched your wound, I misunderstood you. I'm sorry."

The curvature of Feng Chu's mouth remained unchanged: "It's okay."

"Unity and friendship?" Wen Qing clicked his tongue, gave Chen Yang and Chao Jian a piece of chewing gum, and said before they reacted, "Don't treat me as an outsider, or it will affect my growth."

Chen Yang: "..."

"How big is it, and how long it is."

"Eighteen." Wen Qing squatted on the sand, "I will always be eighteen."

"Pfft." Zhao Yuan laughed.

Wen Qing raised his right thumb and extended his index finger horizontally, making a shooting gesture: "biu, you're dead."

Zhao Yuan was almost stuck in his throat by chewing gum.

The progress of the task has reached the second half, and everyone's mentality is different from reality, and various degrees of collapse have occurred.

Chen Yang had two pieces of chewing gum in his hand, and Chao Jian's was also given to him. He smelled the peppermint, heard the sound of other people chewing and blowing bubbles, and his brows were tightly knit.

"Wen Qing." Chen Yang said, "The female corpse's head is white, what do you think is a hint?"

Wen Qing was incredible: "You really want to ask me? Are you sure?"

Chen Yang didn't joke with him: "If you want the game to be fun, you should discuss it with other players, shouldn't you?"

Wen Qing shook his head: "No."

Chen Yang had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his heart, he couldn't get along, he and this person were at odds.

Wen Qing bit his chewing gum, his bangs narrowed his eyes into a small slit: "I really didn't expect that it's your turn to ask me."

Chen Yangxin said, I didn't expect it either.

"What is your first mission?" Chen Yang asked abruptly.

Wen Qing said surprisingly: "Forgot, countless."

Chen Yang's breathing suddenly became short of breath, is it real or not?He subconsciously looked at Chao Jian.

Chao Jane fell asleep, sitting up.

Chen Yang turned his head back silently, and continued to watch Wen Qing's performance.

Wen Qing was still smiling, but her eyes were sharp and deep: "I hate the guy who counts on others, handsome guy, I know you are not that kind of person."

"Details determine success or failure. This is the life motto that supports me all the way. Now I give it to you. I am optimistic about you, refill."

Halfway through the movement of the pen core, Zhao Yuan came over and said, "Isn't your life motto not to live in this world, so you must not force others to do what is difficult for you?

Wen Qing stroked the non-existent beard: "It's all."

Zhao Yuan turned his face and said to Chen Yang: "He ran the train with his mouth full, and none of his words were true."

Chen Yang thought to himself, there are real ones, but they are all mixed in with the fake ones, so they can't tell the difference.

This is Wen Qing's self-protection style. He blocked all the ways that could peep into his heart, playing a smoke bomb.

Zhao Yuan asked: "The head can't be found, and the rest of the limbs can't be dug up?"

"Dig." Chen Yang said.

Zhao Yuan immediately went to the right arm of the female corpse, and then shoveled sand from the traces they had dug.

After that, Zhang Jinyang and Feng Chu returned to work.

The photographer didn't. He lay on the sand with his eyes closed. He wanted to sleep but couldn't. His eyelids kept moving.

Anxiety substantively enveloped him.

Chen Yang wanted to dig the sand, but he got up a little and sat back down, staring at the traces Wen Qing had drawn on the sand.

Wen Qing drew a thin and deep line with small shell fragments.

Chen Yang hesitated for a moment, and added three lines under his line, one was as long as his, and the remaining two were shorter.

"What is this?" Wen Qing rubbed his chin, "Is it a hexagram?"

Before Chen Yang could speak, Wen Qing said, "Normally, the first thing that comes to mind is not to."

Chen Yang put back his frantic heart: "What about the second one?"

Wen Qing looked at the four lines and pulled his mouth: "Notes."

Chen Yang's eyes flickered, it wasn't Chao Jian's answer, he was about to speak, but Wen Qing acted as if he just remembered: "Ah, I forgot to mention, the second one is also unnecessary."

Wen Qing said seriously: "The third one is."

If Chen Yang stopped asking, this guy would definitely say, "Unfortunately, I didn't think of it."

It turned out that Wen Qing really said that, word for word.

Chen Yang drew the lines on the spur of the moment, afraid that Wen Qing would think about it, so he continued to draw the sand casually, without any rules.

Wen Qing's attention shifted to the horizon: "The sunset is not far away."

He yelled at the few people who were working hard: "Don't dig, anyway, I can't find the head, and the remains of the corpse can't be put together. What else is there to dig!"

Chen Yang frowned, Wen Qing said so, so he had to dig even more.

There are jigsaw pieces in the bath, and the body parts correspond to each location. This is useful information, related to the task.

Chen Yang sorted out the three unsolved messages, the white head, the sentence in the small book, and the identity of the headless figure, and the shovel they were asked to hold.

Seeing something from the corner of the eye, Chen Yang shouted, "Don't use that shovel!"

Just as Zhang Jinyang was about to dig, he stopped when he heard Chen Yang's voice: "Children's ones are not as good as this one, this one is faster, and it is more suitable for my hand strength."

"Just to be on the safe side, don't use it."

Before the end of Chen Yang's voice fell, the photographer on the ground jumped up: "What will happen if you use it?"

The shovel was found in the hands of the photographer, who had used it at that time.

Chen Yang missed this part.

"I don't know." Chen Yang pressed his swollen forehead and told the truth.

Wen Qing answered under Chen Yang: "It's been a day and a night since you discovered the shovel, aren't you fine?"

Photographer: "What if it's not my turn yet?"

"Then there is no way." Wen Qing saw the man's snot and tears coming down together, and he said disgustedly, "It's not good-looking, and it's even uglier when it cries, and the snot will flow on the beard."

"Okay, don't cry, you won't die if you use the shovel."

The photographer stopped crying: "Really?"

Wen Qing said: "If you believe it, it is true; if you don't believe it, it is false."

Photographer: "..."

Doesn't saying it mean not saying it?

The photographer chose the former, he wanted to believe Wen Qing's words, so that he would suffer less mental torture.

Besides, it has indeed been quite a long time, and he is fine. The role of the shovel should be something else, and it hasn't come out yet.

Chen Yang wanted to join the sand digging team, but his shoulders suddenly sank.

The boy leaned his head over.

Wen Qing moved closer and glanced at Chao Jian's well-painted face: "He pretended to be asleep."

He used the tone of a primary school student complaining to the teacher.

Wen Qing said purely: "If you don't believe me, you push his head towards me."

Chen Yang quit: "Childish."

Wen Qing failed to provoke, he curled his lips: "Then you can also lend me a loan."

Chao Jane woke up.