ID number 019

Wen Qing sneaked up to him, put on a look of fear, carefully hid behind Chen Yang and probed: "People who died in the sea were actually buried in the sand, how could this happen, it's really scary."

Chen Yang's thoughts were caught off guard by Wen Qing, and he couldn't connect.

Zhao Yuan saw that Chen Yang's expression was very bad, so he quickly pulled Wen Qing to his side: "Brother, can you stop sabotaging me? You see, if you are angry with my brother, he won't beat you. Where? Can you bear it? You touch your own face wound."

Wen Qing really touched it, and the hideous bloodstain didn't heal at all, it was so painful, he traced it with his fingertips, and sighed: "I'm more wronged than Dou E."

Zhao Yuan said: "Yes, Dou E is not as good as you."

No one can compare to what you can do, you are invincible in the world.

Wen Qing exaggeratedly covered her nose: "It stinks."

Zhao Yuan smelled okay, and he didn't vomit this time. He Xiangrui's wave made him a lot stronger when facing the dead body.

"Brother, Qingfeng is back, this must be a very important clue." Zhao Yuan told Chen Yang.

Chen Yang looked at the corpse thoughtfully.

"So what's the clue?" Wen Qing put his arm on Zhao Yuan's shoulder, "School grass, you continue to speak, the time for deciphering has come."

Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded: "I don't know."

Wen Qing frowned: "You didn't use your brain."

Zhao Yuan: "..."

"My mind is dead!"

Wen Qing shook his head and sighed: "You are so young, but your mind is completely dead. It is really sad to hear, and tears to the listener."

The next moment he suppressed his joking expression, and said flatly: "Assuming that every task is a paper, then when this corpse appears, it is equivalent to asking questions."

Zhao Yuan's eyes were dull: "What paper, what questions? What questions?"

Wen Qing was overwhelmed by these three mentally handicapped questions. He was about to guide Zhao Yuan when he suddenly understood why Chao Jian was obsessed with training Chen Yang.

Isn't this just nurturing.

Under the new year, develop, tsk tsk tsk.

Wen Qing approached Chen Yang with a smile: "Handsome guy, what do you think is the question?"

Chen Yang looked at Wen Qing, then at the corpse, and finally met Shang Chao Jian's dark eyes.

Zhao Jian opened his mouth: "Didn't you already think of it?"

Just as Chen Yang was about to say "no", the words stopped suddenly. He turned around and faced the bunker that appeared on the first day, muttering to himself.

"Zhong Ming died in the bunker, his clothes and hair were dry, but the characteristic of death was drowning."

"Our tent location changes every day."

"Zhao Yuan heard in the illusion that his tent was drowning in the sea."

"Bodies swept away by the waves appear in the sand..."

Hear the photographer here yell: "I know!"

"The beach is the sea!" He casually pointed at the bathing place, "This is the sea!"

Feng Chu stood up, the wind blew the plastic bags on his knees and palms, and he said, "What about the sea?"

"Beach?"

The photographer also pointed at the bathing place and shook his hand violently: "It's a beach, the sea is a beach!"

His eyes widened with excitement and horror: "All the clues point to one point. This place is an illusion, an illusion. The real location of the bathing place and the sea is actually reversed. It must be like this, it must be!"

"Wow—"

Layers of waves hit the shallows and reefs, as if laughing at how ridiculous the photographer's words were.

The photographer didn't get the response he wanted from everyone. He looked at them with a mentally retarded look: "The way out is in the sea, as long as you go to the sea, you will know everything."

Wen Qing clapped her hands like a seal: "Wow, none of us thought of it, only you thought of it, and you are the smartest."

The photographer knew that this person didn't like him. Before, he was afraid of how to please the other party. Now that he was about to complete the task and go out, he stopped making superficial efforts, and sarcastically fought back: "The information has been given so clearly..."

"Is there?" Wen Qing interrupted him, "I really didn't see it."

"You said that the way out is in the sea, and you will know everything if you go to the sea, so why don't you go?"

The photographer immediately fell silent.

Chen Yang covered Qingfeng's body with sand, looked at the golden sea, and walked in that direction, not forgetting to hold his partner.

Chao Jian let him pull her, without saying a word.

The salty smell in the wind was very strong and bitter, and Zhao Yuan's nose was a little itchy, so he sneezed: "Why don't I go to the sea and see if I find anything."

Wen Qing said: "By the way, let's see if I will die?"

Zhao Yuan choked.

"Then what should we do?" He glanced at the photographer who was pretending to be dead, Zhang Jinyang with a stern face, and Feng Chu who was quiet and quiet, "There must be someone to do this job, no matter what the result is, we have to take a step forward, otherwise the task will be stagnant ahead."

Wen Qing made a gesture of pondering: "I have a good idea."

The photographer rushed ahead of Zhao Yuan and asked, "What?"

"Draw lots."

As if by magic, Wen Qing slowly took out a handful of paper from the pocket of his trousers.

Exactly seven.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

The photographer looked at Wen Qing warily: "Why did you prepare this in advance?"

"It's boring." Wen Qing pouted, "There is no one else in the locker room, so I can only draw lots with myself."

"Then how come it happens to be our current number?"

The photographer stared at him: "Don't say it's a coincidence, even a fool would believe it."

"It must not be a coincidence." Wen Qing said with a smile, "I planned it carefully."

"When I first played, there were eleven paper sticks. Later, every time there was one person missing, I took out one paper stick. Now there are only seven left."

The photographer present and the other three did not make a sound, and their expressions were different.

Some are afraid, some are speechless.

"Among the seven pieces of paper, only one has a line drawn on it, and the others are blank. I don't need to say the rules."

Wen Qing raised his free hand, and tapped a few times flexibly in mid-air like playing the piano: "I'll come first."

The photographer questioned: "We haven't seen the note, what do you say? What if you cheated?"

Wen Qing blinked, and said "uh" in agreement: "That's right, you have to be careful when you go out, there are a lot of bad people in this world."

Immediately afterwards, he raised one corner of his mouth and teased, "Do you think it is necessary for me to cheat?"

The photographer's complexion was blue and black.

No, this guy is a typical lunatic.

It doesn't matter if you don't dig the sand knowing that you don't have enough manpower, it doesn't matter if you fail the mission, so you don't care about going into the sea.

The guy is just doing it for fun, he's trying to please himself with their nervousness.

When drawing lots, Wen Qing was the first, followed by Zhao Yuan and Zhang Jinyang.

Wen Qing still had four pieces of paper in his hands, and he glanced at the boy standing quietly: "Little brother."

The boy raised his head at the sound.

Wen Qing smiled: "It's your turn."

Feng Chu took a few steps closer and took one of the four paper towels.

Wen Qing smiled: "Are you afraid?"

"Oh, look at what I'm asking, isn't this nonsense, at the beginning of the mission, Handsome Chen and his guy came in here, when I greeted them, you came out of the tent and stuttered when you spoke. "

Feng Chu lowered his eyes, slowly opened the paper, and then stopped in fear of the result, and tightened his grip.

"Speaking of which, it was so dark at the time, I couldn't see anything. That scene seemed like it happened yesterday."

Wen Qing said incoherently, "Don't worry, each of us has a one-seventh chance."

After that, he signaled the photographer to cooperate.

The photographer saw that everyone had taken it, so he had to stretch out his hand too.

There are two paper sticks left.

Wen Qing was sent to Chen Yang and Chao Jian.

Chen Yang asked Wen Qing to check it out.

"It's so boring." While dissatisfied, Wen Qing pushed aside two pieces of paper, both of which were blank.

Disappointment could not be concealed in his eyes, and he said hypocritically: "Like mine, we are all lucky ones, we escaped a catastrophe, thank you!"

Chen Yang had already reached the edge of the shoal. He wondered who had caught the lined paper handle, and there was a croaking sound behind him.

"Fuck! F*ck**** F*ck!"

Zhao Yuan ran over, holding the open paper grab in his hand, gnashing his teeth: "It's me, I caught it, it's my luck."

Wen Qing hesitated to speak for a long time, but finally just sighed: "Hey."

Zhao Yuan: "..."

What are you doing, my heart is pounding, he is going to be killed by this guy.

Zhang Jinyang stepped forward: "If I were you, I would go into the sea as fast as I can. The more I drag on, the stronger the fear in my heart will be."

How could Zhao Yuan not understand this truth? He scratched his sweaty hair and took a few breaths. Originally, he planned to do it himself.

But at this moment, he couldn't do it anymore.

"Brother, I'm going."

Zhao Yuanchu stayed where he was, without moving half a step.

Before Chen Yang could speak, Wen Qing pushed Zhao Yuan: "It's ok, your brother heard it, go, really, school grass, I don't know what to say about you, the kindergarten children are braver than you."

It seems that there is no danger, Chen Yang thought.

Zhao Yuan also realized that if going to the sea is a dead end, Wen Qing would at best ignore it, and it is unlikely that he could rush himself to die.

After all, in the eyes of a gamer, the life and death of others has nothing to do with him, whatever he wants.

So Zhao Yuan relaxed... no wonder.

Zhao Yuan didn't roll up his trousers or take off his shoes. He closed his sore eyes and walked into the sea step by step.

The trousers were soaked by the sea water, covered with flesh, Zhao Yuan's figure was stagnant, he gritted his teeth, and continued walking with goosebumps all over his body.

"Why is it the same as the boy who lost his footing?" Wen Qing put his hands in his pockets, narrowed the end of his long eyes, and touched his left cheek with his tongue.

Only Wen Qing said a word, and the others were silent.

Chen Yang squeezed Chao Jian's crutches, paying attention to Zhao Yuan's every move.

Taking away the crutch from Chao Jian, Chen Yang subconsciously squeezed his arm.

Zhao Yuan walked forward stepping on the mud and sand, and the surrounding sea water gradually became clear, and the water level unknowingly buried his waist. He stopped and stood in the sea with his hands and feet stretched out.

Nothing was found, nothing unusual.

Zhao Yuan felt that the clothes on his upper body were more wet than after get off work. He inhaled and exhaled a few times in small mouthfuls, bent down under the scorching sun, stretched his arms into the sea, and rubbed around.

There are only wet and soft sand and small conch.

"The sea is the sea!"

Zhao Yuan threw a handful of sand and shouted at his teammates.

The photographer on the shore was slapped in the face, and his spirit was even worse. He thought of his vow, he was embarrassed and couldn't get off the stage, and he was at a loss: "How could this happen? Impossible, all the information..."

"It must not have gone far enough, go further."

The photographer yelled louder than Zhao Yuan: "Go deeper! If you go further, there will be clues!"

"It's not safe." Zhang Jinyang said disapprovingly, "This distance is enough for experiments. His physical strength is not full. If he continues to walk, he may not be able to swim up. Now it seems that the speculation that the way out is in the sea is wrong."

"idiot!"

The photographer didn't want Zhao Yuan to go ashore. This was a test subject drawn by lottery, and the results haven't come out yet. If he came back, no one would go to sea again.

He was so angry that he yelled at Zhang Jinyang: "You idiot, with well-developed limbs, simple mind, and brute force, it's useless!"

Zhang Jinyang's face turned black. He is indeed well-developed, simple-minded, and not good at guessing and solving puzzles.

But he doesn't like it being humiliated by others.

Zhang Jinyang didn't say a word of swearing, and directly punched the photographer. The photographer was knocked to the ground, and he grabbed the sand and threw it into his eyes.

The two fought.

Wen Qing leaned over to watch the fun with a "wow wow wow".

Chen Yang didn't divert his attention, he still observed the movement in the sea without blinking.

"Let him come back, it's dangerous."

A voice suddenly sounded from the right rear, caught in the sea breeze, a little blurred.

Chen Yang tilted his head slightly, and caught Feng Chu's worried expression from the corner of his eye, he pursed his lips: "Brother Photographer's conjecture has not been verified, what do you think?"

Feng Chu said softly, "I don't know."

He brushed his messy hair away from his pale cheeks: "Mr. Chen, what about you?"

Chen Yang looked at the boy in front of him and said, "I don't know either."

In the next second, he shouted towards Zhao Yuan in the sea: "Come back!"

"Can't let him come back... ah—"

The photographer was kicked into the sea by Zhang Jinyang. He screamed and climbed to the shore. When he was about to come up, he fell down on the shallows.

Wen Qing went to pull him: "You said you, you are in your forties."

The photographer was dumbfounded, didn't this guy disagree with him, why did he reach out his hand.

"Why, isn't it more than forty? Less than thirty? Ah, really less than thirty? Then you look a little anxious." Wen Qing pulled the photographer up, "You are impulsive."

Wen Qing said quietly: "When I was in school, the teacher told you what impulsiveness is. The devil will kill people."

The photographer shuddered inexplicably.

"Hey, handsome guy, Li Mao, why are you in such a hurry?" Wen Qing shouted at the backs of Chen Yang and Chao Jian.

Chen Yang didn't know that he was suddenly dragged away by Chao Jian.

"What are we going to do?" Chen Yang asked in a low voice.

Leaning on crutches, Chao Jian took big steps and frowned: "Dig up the corpse."

"Be quick," he said.

Chen Yang passed on Chao Jian's words to everyone without hesitation: "Everyone come back! Hurry up and dig out the remaining stumps!"

When Zhao Yuan went ashore, only Wen Qing was there, and when he took a step, his wet trouser legs were covered with fine sand, and he dragged himself to a stop in front of him.

"Aren't you going back to the locker room?"

Wen Qing picked up a small stone and swept it into the sea.

"clap clap"

Three beeps.

Wen Qing clapped his hands: "Little friend, are you a little too much?"

Zhao Yuan: "..."

Zhao Yuan was in a hurry to dig the sand and didn't talk nonsense with him.

There were footsteps following up, and Zhao Yuan looked back as he walked: "Do you want to dig too?"

After talking about wanting to smoke myself, it is indeed a bit too much.

Wen Qing put his hands behind his head, looked at the sky in the distance, and asked a question without hesitation: "School grass, are you still energetic?"

Zhao Yuan didn't know why.

Wen Qing pointed to the photographer who was sitting slumped on the sand: "That's useless, now the manual laborers in the team are mainly you and Zhang Jinyang, please work hard."

He said and made a clenched fist gesture.

"Zhao Yuan!"

When Chen Yang's hoarse shout came, Zhao Yuan ran over immediately, picking up the shovel and digging non-stop.

Wen Qing counted the number of people digging sand: "One, two, three, four, five, if one finger is injured and can't hold the shovel tightly, there are only four. It's really..."

He turned on his toes towards the locker room and walked over there.

"It's miserable."

The sigh was drowned in the sea breeze.

With the addition of Wen Qing, the situation has improved.

He looks thin, but his hands are strong. The key is that his work is not like his mouth, which is real and not fluttering at all.

A group of six people dug out the corpse and replaced it with the next one, with little communication.

Zhang Jinyang had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask randomly. The atmosphere was too urgent and dull, and he had a feeling that a storm was coming.

Not long after, Feng Chu exclaimed, he dug out something in the sand.

It's a ring.

"Which rich man left this when he went out to play, it's such a big pigeon egg." Wen Qing picked it up and looked at it, "It's really a diamond, a villa in downtown Qingcheng and a Cayenne."

He was heartbroken: "It's a pity that things in the mission world can't be brought back."

Rare is written on the face, but there is a high-end suit on the body, a famous watch is buttoned on the wrist, and the cuff buttons are exquisite and luxurious.

Zhao Yuan didn't bother to talk to this person who would die if he didn't pretend to be aggressive, so he said disobediently: "Stop talking, hurry up and dig."

"What's the hurry, everyone is here."

Wen Qing waved to the photographers who returned to the army.

Six people became seven people, and the progress was faster.

They dug out more and more miscellaneous things from the sand, such as mobile phone covers, plastic bags, swimming rings, etc., everything.

I didn't find it when I dug a few times before.

This is not a good phenomenon, Chen Yang's heartbeat sounded like a drum, his chest was throbbing with pain, one by one uncontrollable clues sprang up from the depths of his mind, actively connected together, he forcibly suppressed them, forced himself Don't think about anything now, just dig the sand wholeheartedly.

Everything has to wait until all the corpses are dug up.

Chen Yang made an idea with his right hand, and as soon as he grasped the shovel, Chao Jian grabbed his wrist.

"Use your left hand." Zhao Jian pulled down his shovel.

Chen Yang said anxiously: "The left hand is useless, I will use the right hand, I have never used the right hand, just bear with it."

Chao Jian stuffed the shovel into his left hand, with a grim face: "Don't bother me about this matter."

"..."

Chen Yang had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​using his right hand.

"Handsome guy, you are too." Wen Qing said in such an ignorant tone as you kid, "The three fingers of your hand are wrapped in gauze, how do you dig sand? You are not obedient."

Chen Yang told him to shut up.

Wen Qing tilted her head and said in an intimate voice, "Then tell me something that interests you."

"I'm not interested in either."

Chen Yang clicked after finishing speaking, this scene seemed familiar, he stopped what he was doing to look at Wen Qing.

Not surprisingly, I saw the show off in the other party's eyes.

There seemed to be a silent announcement.

Next is the personal show brought by Mr. Wen.

Chen Yang raised his forehead: "Let's talk."

Wen Qing's breath quickened. Apart from Chao Jian, the only one in this team who was recognized by him in terms of strength, and who also let him experience setbacks, was Chen Yang.

Cross it out towards Jane.

In the part of showing off, the only audience was Chen Yang, and Wen Qing leaned into his ear excitedly.

"The sand is flowing," Wen Qing said, "and the speed of the flow is very slow."

After Chen Yang paused, he knew it would be a wonderful content.

Wen Qing was very dissatisfied with Chen Yang's reaction: "Why don't you ask me when I found out, and what is my mental journey?"

Chen Yang restrained his desire to explore: "Ask later, we will dig up the corpse now."

Wen Qing induced him: "You can chat while working."

"One mind and two tasks, nothing can be achieved." Chen Yang was unmoved, very firm.

Wen Qing is not happy.

The stage was set and the play started, but the audience didn't buy it.

"No more digging!" Wen Qing threw the shovel away.

Zhao Yuan, who was confused about the situation, grabbed him: "How can I do it? There is no way to give up halfway. The organization needs you!"

Wen Qing's struggle became lighter: "Do you need me?"

Zhao Yuan said: "Yes, we all need you, if you don't believe me, ask everyone."

Zhang Jinyang cooperated and said, "Yes."

The photographer nodded reluctantly.

Feng Chu looked at Wen Qing quietly: "Mr. Wen, we are together."

Wen Qing looked guilty: "Little brother is right, I am self-willed, I will not leave, I will advance and retreat with you."

"..."

When everyone stopped the sand digging project, the bag could no longer hold it, and there were several corpses beside it.

Plus the bag, a total of 14 yuan.

Zhao Yuan put them together: "Everything on the puzzle is here."

"What are we going to do now?"

Chen Yang was lying on the sand, unable to move a single finger. He was so tired that he really wanted to sleep for a while.

But can't sleep.

The task is not finished yet.

Chen Yang struggled to sit up on the fine sand with his elbows, blood oozing from his cracked lips, he stretched out his tongue to lick it off: "Chao Jian, all the corpses have been dug out."

"Yeah." Chao Jian was looking at the sun in the sky.

Chen Yang also raised his head.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the sun doesn't seem as bright as before.

"Long, long, fleshy! Damn! Look at it!" Zhao Yuan shouted in vain.

Then came the photographer's frightened screams.

Everyone looked at one place.

The corpses lined up in a row for 14 yuan are growing blood and flesh little by little.

This bizarre scene makes one's hair stand on end.

Chen Yang stared at his right hand, which had already grown half of flesh and blood, and a vague guess popped up in his heart, which became very clear in the blink of an eye.

Time is going backwards, and it is returning to the moment when the female corpse died.

At that time, the body had not decomposed, maybe it had not been buried for a long time, or it might not have been buried yet.

Zhao Yuan shouted in horror: "There is a problem with the space of the bathing place!"

"When we get all the bones out, the bones turn into body parts."

"She won't be turning into a human?"

"Is the task impossible to dig, or can it be dug?"

"Did we get it wrong from the start?"

"We're going to bury the body back in the sand!"

The photographer and Zhang Jinyang also got involved in this topic, talking nonsense with each other.

"Gone."

There was a long voice in the noise.

Zhao Yuan didn't hear what Qing Wenqing said: "Why not..."

His words stopped abruptly, and his eyes were dazed.

It's the sun!

The sun is gone!

The whole bathhouse was overcast.

Leaning on crutches toward Jian Teng, he got up.

Chen Yang was not startled by his teammates, but his nerve endings were tensed by Chao Jian's move: "What's wrong?"

Chao Jian lowered her voice: "Carry me on your back."

Chen Yang carried him on his back unconsciously, his thoughts were in confusion, and he wanted to ask questions, but his mouth was filled with a lot of questions.

The sky is cloudy, the sky is not good...

Chen Yang supported Chao Jian's two arms and shook them.

The sentence in the little book was: The weather was bad, I drank water by the tent, my hand was not steady, the water spilled on the sand, and it seeped down quickly.

Bad weather, that's the time.

There is no need to think about the second half of the sentence carefully, and you can know what's going on with other clues.

Chen Yang ran towards the sea with Chao Jian on his back, while yelling: "Quick, go to the sea! Hurry up!

Zhao Yuan's body followed suit, but he couldn't respond and asked: "What's the matter, haven't you tried it, the sea is the sea."

"It's not time yet, hurry up!"

Chen Yang's mouth and nose were filled with sea breeze, choking him to cough continuously: "Wen Qing, things, bring things, body parts, jigsaw pieces, shovels, small books..."

"Hey, the corpse is not a skeleton, handsome guy, it's so heavy, how do you carry it." Wen Qing took the bag away.

The bathroom was in disarray.

Chen Yang ran into the sea, and Chao Jian asked him to put himself down.

"Carry it on your back, don't let it go...slow down."

Seeing that the young man on his back was about to come down, Chen Yang had no choice but to take his arms away and carefully support him.

Chao Jian adjusted her crutches and stood firmly beside Chen Yang.

Soon, Zhao Yuan, Wen Qing, Zhang Jinyang, and the photographer all ran towards Chen Yang.

Feng Chu was still at the beach.

Zhao Yuan shouted anxiously: "Feng Chu! Hurry up! Hurry up to the sea!"

Feng Chu didn't move.

He stood facing the wind, his figure was thin and quiet.

"what--"

A huge wave hit, and the wind on the sea was like ghosts crying and wolves howling. The photographer screamed and was taken away by the big waves.

Chen Yang didn't fall into the sea, he caught Chao Jian just in time, the gauze on both hands was completely wet, and the salty seawater seeped into his wound.

But he forgot the pain, just looked ahead, unable to make a sound in his throat.

The photographer who was with them was at the beach, and he was caught by Feng Chu.

Wuqing's face was extremely ferocious.

However, Feng Chu didn't seem to use much strength, but the photographer couldn't break free no matter what.

The bathing place turned into a vast ocean.

Both Feng Chu and the photographer were submerged in the sea, as if they had never appeared before.

"Feng Chu is a ghost..." Zhao Yuan murmured.

Zhang Jinyang didn't know how to describe his current mood. He was suspicious and wary of Feng Chu. When he thought that the other party was a ghost, he tested and found that the other party was a living person.

Later, the photographer said that Feng Chu was dead and his wounds were rotten. Zhang Jinyang thought he was insane.

The photographer didn't listen to anyone, he yelled madly, and insisted that Feng Chu was dead, but only after a trial did he realize that he had made a mistake and that it was He Xiangrui who was rotten.

just now……

Feng Chu turned out to be really a ghost.

Repeatedly reversed.

Zhang Jinyang's insufficient brain went on strike. He looked at the expressions of the others, and it seemed that he was the only one who had suffered a huge blow.

Zhao Yuan can be regarded as a normal person among the alternatives. He patted Zhang Jinyang on the shoulder and said his conclusion: "Everything in the bathing place is disordered. It's okay to drink water that has expired for three years, and the electrical appliances can be used. Death People there are like living people."

"It's just that I don't understand why he didn't let the photographer go."

Zhang Jinyang can answer this question: "Probably because the photographer tore off the plastic bag outside his wound and pushed him down vigorously, it hurt him."

And did not apologize in time.

In the end, when the photographer reluctantly apologized, Feng Chu said it was fine, the corners of his mouth still curved.

Looking back now, it's pretty fucking creepy.

"Then what are we going to do now?" Zhang Jinyang asked Chen Yang, it's all up to now, he doesn't know who the backbone of the team is.

Chen Yang looked around, and in his field of vision was the endless sea, which was in all directions. He said, "Go to the depths of the sea."

"Wen Qing, hold the bag up high."

Chen Yang suddenly remembered, and hurriedly said: "The space is changing now, and small books and puzzles may not necessarily prevent..."

He didn't say the word "water", he looked at the bag Wen Qing picked up from the water.

"..."

Wen Qing fished out the contents of the bag and saw that the paper was all rotten.

"Handsome guy, you're smart because you're smart, but it's a bit late. If you had thought of this earlier and told me, wouldn't I be able to pay attention?"

Chen Yang's temples jumped violently, and he stopped Zhao Yuan who was about to explode: "Leave this space first, leave first."

The five kept walking in one direction.

The pace became slower and slower.

Chen Yang didn't know whether he was suffering from heatstroke or his hands were hurting. He felt chills all over his body, staggered, and would fall into the sea at any moment.

Chao Jian switched from his right to left, and put the crutch over: "Hold on."

Chen Yang clenched his left hand and was led forward by Chao Jian.

It was getting darker and darker.

There were only five people's heavy breathing on the sea, and the splashing sound of their bodies rubbing against the water.

Zhao Yuan was sweating profusely: "Brother, how far do we have to go?"

Wen Qing's face was bloodless: "I don't have any vision at all, your brother is going to collapse, how can I have the strength to talk to you."

"That's why I said, don't we need to go?"

"Is it up to us? Be patient." Wen Qing handed the bag to Zhao Yuan, he took out the wet chewing gum, and took a piece of it like a heart-saving pill and threw it into his mouth.

After an unknown amount of time, the water covered their necks.

Wen Qing was the shortest, her mouth was choking with water, and her chewing gum smelt of salt.

Chen Yang couldn't see clearly anymore, he shook his wet head: "It's the neck, only the head is on top, it's okay."

"It should be fine."

After waiting for a while, they were still in the sea.

No.

Why not?

We've all come here, haven't we?

Why haven't you left this space yet? Could it be that they want to...

A chill surged from Chen Yang's heart, and instantly spread to his whole body. He pursed his blue lips and looked at Jane.

"Do we have to..."

Chao Jian bent her back and lowered her head: "Let go of your hands, hold your breath, and hold me tight."

Chen Yang didn't turn his head around, and let go of his left hand holding Chao Jian's crutches. He turned to face her, and wrapped his arms around it.

Chao Jian raised two crutches, pressed them side by side on Chen Yang's back, imprisoned him in her arms, and sank to the bottom of the sea with him.

Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded.

"Little mentally retarded, why don't you hurry up and follow, what are you waiting for?" Wen Qing pushed him into the sea.

Only Zhang Jinyang and Wen Qing were left on the sea.

Zhang Jinyang frowned: "Do you have to go down?"

Wen Qing straightened her thick bangs: "Of course not."

Before Zhang Jinyang showed any expression, he heard him say: "You can continue to float. When you can't float anymore, many fish will come to be friends with you. You will be together happily from now on."

"..."

Zhang Jinyang held his breath without saying a word, and plunged into the water.

Wen Qing spit out the salty chewing gum and kneaded it into small balls: "You can't throw it into the sea."

Xiaotuanzi was put into his pocket by him, and he tied the bow tie under the neckline, and tidied up his suit, as if receiving a guest.

After finishing this movement, Wen Qing closed her eyes and opened her arms, and fell into the sea.

When everyone sank to the bottom of the sea, the scene changed, and they appeared on the seashore, with wet shallows under their feet and warm sunshine above their heads.

This is the real bath.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind Chen Yang and the other five.

"You are here."

Chen Yang was suffocated in turning around, he grabbed Chao Jian, slowly twisted his neck and looked behind him.

The person who spoke was Feng Chu.

He was standing on the beach, wearing a clean white shirt and slacks, the collar of which was blown away by the sea breeze.

There is a line on the neck.